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cimorenei'm really feeling quite enthusiastically awake. apparently six hours of shut-eye was just exactly what i needed to hit the spot!
wax's hard drive doesn't have space for movies and shit, but her computer has the dvd drive, the cd-r drive, and all the codecs. the manchurian candidate finished downloading last night and she spent an hour futzing with program downloads and file extensions and evil things and when she was done, she still couldn't get it to show up properly anywhere. in fact, the file may just be corrupt.
my ovaries or my racial memory or something are just convinced that liev schreiber is, like the Epitome of What Man should be. we keep having conversations like.
primitive bits: we need to have sex with him. he has exactly the right quantity of hair on his chest.
superego: yes, only we can't, because aside from our committed and loving relationship with someone who lives in the same time-zone--
pb: he's tall and stands slightly bent over. you know what THAT means.
se: no, i don't. but it isn't possible. he doesn't live here. we don't actually know him.
pb: oh, come on, look at his jaw. he has a nice strong, square jaw. i think it's a jewish jaw. or maybe that's the nose, and it's just a masculine jaw.
se: it's not possible. he's a male movie star who's busy directing a movie far away. he's also thirty-seven and doesn't know us. in fact, we've never seen him in person.
pb: ...oh.
se: that's a problem.
pb: yes. i guess it is impossible.
se: yes.
pb: the distance between and everything.
se: among other things.
pb: but he has such lovely eyebrows.
se: yes, he does.
pb: i mean, look. they're... pointy.
se: expressive.
pb: mobile :leer:.
se: visually appealing.
pb: they're cute.
se: you're dealing with this very well.
pb: :interrupting: please?
se: eyebrows aside--it's not that it wouldn't be nice, but--
pb: but we need to.
wax's hard drive doesn't have space for movies and shit, but her computer has the dvd drive, the cd-r drive, and all the codecs. the manchurian candidate finished downloading last night and she spent an hour futzing with program downloads and file extensions and evil things and when she was done, she still couldn't get it to show up properly anywhere. in fact, the file may just be corrupt.
my ovaries or my racial memory or something are just convinced that liev schreiber is, like the Epitome of What Man should be. we keep having conversations like.
primitive bits: we need to have sex with him. he has exactly the right quantity of hair on his chest.
superego: yes, only we can't, because aside from our committed and loving relationship with someone who lives in the same time-zone--
pb: he's tall and stands slightly bent over. you know what THAT means.
se: no, i don't. but it isn't possible. he doesn't live here. we don't actually know him.
pb: oh, come on, look at his jaw. he has a nice strong, square jaw. i think it's a jewish jaw. or maybe that's the nose, and it's just a masculine jaw.
se: it's not possible. he's a male movie star who's busy directing a movie far away. he's also thirty-seven and doesn't know us. in fact, we've never seen him in person.
pb: ...oh.
se: that's a problem.
pb: yes. i guess it is impossible.
se: yes.
pb: the distance between and everything.
se: among other things.
pb: but he has such lovely eyebrows.
se: yes, he does.
pb: i mean, look. they're... pointy.
se: expressive.
pb: mobile :leer:.
se: visually appealing.
pb: they're cute.
se: you're dealing with this very well.
pb: :interrupting: please?
se: eyebrows aside--it's not that it wouldn't be nice, but--
pb: but we need to.
