last time i showed Tron to a friend who had not seen it before, this friend inadvertently managed to OUTRAGE my brain to the point of a brief cognitive split into warring mental factions
the subject: my beloved Popcorn Coworker
the observation, on the part of she who called herself my friend:
“he looks like Woody Allen”
the split:
defensive!brain: HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT OMG HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. YOU GET RAM’S NAME OUT OF YOUR DIRTY MOUTH. YES I KNOW YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS GUY HAS TO DO WITH RAM BUT THATS BESIDE THE FUCKING POINT BITCH YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE AND–
rational!brain: well, to be painfully fair I can kinda see where she got that, even if at that shitty resolution it can’t have been anything more than his clothes–
horny!brain: hey– if you mean he had a woody for Alan–
entire rest of brain: BACK IN YOUR CAGE