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Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lust,_Caution_(2007_film)

Can be even deadlier. If you mean it.

Especially if said follicles are in involved in an Ang Lee production. Have you seen Lust, Caution? I have. Kinda. Throughout the course of an ever-fulfilling "WEEKEND ON CALL" I've screened the flick a few times while keeping the general order of business intact... though as expected it's been almost entirely as dead as a nailed door. Which means we are terrific, terrific, terrific, at server management. The thirty-first of this month is shaping up to be mildly important, similar to the importance of plate tectonics and the subsequent migration patterns of various sauropods. Dinosaurs are cool, and I'm glad they were able to traverse the Earth's continents largely unimpeded. Unfortunately, they didn't develop nukes in time to mount an effective astro-defence program. Pity.

That is to say, PitHair. It's hot. Blistering, as portrayed within the previously mentioned flick. To be fair, if I defined my version of 'screening' as it applies here it would involve a heavy amount of fast forwarding and rewinding via DVD remote. To be fairer, I don't have a damn clue what the plot is beyond something about espionage, China, dubya-dubya-eye-eye, and... oh the softcore. I'm not even positive if it wasn't actually purely legitimate romping, throughout. I don't remember anything even close to as electrifying in this vein of big thyme(money) erotica... particularly the precursor altercations that lead up to the dirty. The people are like a quarter of my size or something, hairy, lean, and, comparatively, under-sustenanced. Because America rocks at resource optimization. Regardless of the unfamiliar biologicals, it's ultra-sultry, and always tasteful. Who else could pull that off in a box office smash besides the director in question. I might actually watch the entire thang front to back someday. Wild...

"Teachers Gone Wild: Spring Break". That is, verbatim, the subject line of a recent email from Paps. What the hell is that. I haven't opened it yet, but I might. It's sitting there, just plotting... to remove yet another piece of the foundation propping up what remains of my sanity. My parents are bringing sexy all the way back. And they don't even have permission.

Didn't even ask.