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If you don't read Overcompensating...well, I may not love you anymore.


overcomp  is the LJ feed.

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Also, via city_of_dis , a piece by Zina Saunders:



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File Under:  Orgy?  Yes Please:



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Ummm...Spides, baby, we gots to have a little talk.



Love,

b

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Smooches,

b

(no subject)

The film Running Out of Time (directed by Johnnie To Kei-Fung, a genus) is one of fave movies of all time.

ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW FOR THIS CLIP, NO SPOILERS:

Andy Lau Tak-Wah (the driver) is a criminal mastermind with weeks to live. He wants to pull one more heist and drags in brilliant cop Lau Ching Wan (in the back seat) to play cat and mouse with him. The interplay between the two is great and earned Andy Lau a Golden Horse Award (the HK version of an Academy Award) for best actor.

Anyway, in this scene the two of them have ended up in the same car, for the second time in the movie...

You ain't seen no cop-and-robber scene like this before.

WATCH IT!

And for those of you who didn't see it when I first posted it, here's one of the most brilliantly preposterously over-the-top postmodern chase scenes ever, also by Johnnie To. This is from the lackluster sequel to Running Out of Time, which had nearly the same plot but with a different criminal.

Still, these ten minutes of WTFckery alone were worth the price of admission...

Smooches,

b

(no subject)

"the plan" by ikichi :

"I am going to kidnap you and marry you.

Then, we're moving to Norway, where I will lay my eggs in your brain and we will dine on puffins.

Of course, puffins have a taste and texture similar to gummy bears (at least they will, if Norway knows what's good for them! ::shakes fist::).

Sometimes, when we're just sitting together quietly, I'll chew on your hair to let you know I love you.

We will be pleasantly surprised at how awesome Norway is, and you'll make fun of me for being a mostly vegetarian with a bad puffin habit.

I will totally rock Norsk/Norwegian.

You'll occasionally wake up in the middle of the night to find me gone, wandering the streets in a stupor, taking bites out of a raw puffin that I just grabbed off the street. (See above gummy bear sentence). It will be delicious. The puffin will hold a sign asking, "Why?"

The children will dig Norway despite the fact that we as a family stick out like a sack of severed, sore thumbs.

Eventually we'll have to come back to America, and I'll be either really pissed or really sad. We'll probably move somewhere else eventually.

I'll worry I'll lose my Norsk, and seek a language group on Craigslist.

But the worst will be having to give up puffin cold turkey. Those are ugly, ugly months. The kids help by melting gummies into a puffin shape. They never quite get the taste right, but I appreciate the effort. We have great kids.

I chew on your hair in my sleep. It's not the same either, but it keeps the shakes at bay."