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funny, how amidst turmoil angst, gonads and strife you can find one or two moments of sheer beauty. Perhaps, when lying on the aforementioned backgrounds those shine all the brighter. Last night and tonight were like that... four vignettes stand out in my mind from the last 36 hours.

One I can't tell about cause morlock'll kill me, but let's just say it involved a dancehall remix and the fact that reggae is guaranteed to get an Andee's certified ghettobooty moving...:)

Two was watching sundart go from a sad stressmonkey to a giggling blushing fool in the space of her half hour lunch, which I ran to join her at this afternoon after a frustrating battle with a quicktime file at work and after hearing the said tone of her voice on the phone. I love knowing I can cheer her up with a few irreverent remarks and gentle teasing.

Three was the dimples and light literally radiating out of sydneycat's face this evening when I surprised her with pretty blooming herbaceous objects after she got off of work.

Four was waiting for the bus to Northampton in the relative warmth of the Shortbus with morlock's arms around me and my ear pressed against his chest, where I could hear both his heart and his voice as he softly sang along to Boyz II Men's "In the Still of the Night." Some of you may remember how guys that sing (and sing well.even when they're not trying!) convert me instantly to squish. Usually good squish, like jello. Tonight's was still good squish, though it was the squish of the slightly overwraught/tired, so I was leaking tears when I got on the bus. Still beautiful, nonetheless.

As I was walking home this evening I happened to think about my year in review post and was rather kicking myself for neglecting to mention my engagement in it. Certainly all of that kicking and squealing deserves a mention in any 2004 retrospective. *sigh* I either need to take this house completely apart and find my ring, or the sunny and I will have to replace it. Soon. I miss it and want it back, damn it.

ah well...

*yawn*

M[at]> know what I hate?
M[at]> when you download shrek 2, and find its in german
M[at]> then download it again and get it in french
M[at]> then download it again and finding its a different film
M[at]> then do you know whats worse?
M[at]> when you download debbie does dallas
M[at]> and get the english version of shrek 2 :(

ah, bashorg. :) How I love you.

I should really be hauling my arse right now, but I'm feeling lazy. :P

stroke it to the East, stroke it to the West

borrowed from denonymous:

( I like this 'stroke my ego please' thing better than the other one going around )

I'm weirdly twitchy this afternoon. Luckily said twitchiness resulted in me walking away from Pleasant Street Video with four movies to devour over the course of the weekend: Guys and Dolls, West Side Story, Amadeus (the director's cut! Apparently there's nudity! woo!) and A Streetcar Named Desire (also the director's cut!). If anyone would like to watch any with me, that's cool - at least two of these movies I'll even see multiple times cause I love them so damn much (cause everyone could do mulitple helpings of Mozart and Sinatra!) Pity about the money thing, I could so easily spend a ridiculous amount on DVDs alone...

hmmph...

I often wonder if I'm the only person out there that devours the special features on DVDs. I eat up the making-of documentaries, actually watch the movie with directors commentary tracks on, watch every single trailer they include. Seriously, it's getting to the point where I live for two disk sets - and the old school DVDs that just had the movie and the cardboard (not clamshell!) case somehow don't really satisfy me. I love soaking up useless trivia about my favorite shows and movies - hell I usually still go right to imdb after watching something and sucking up the trivia sections.

God, I'm such a movie geek.

In other news...( silly sex quiz )