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have it your way, baby!

have we got a deal for you!!
first of all, a big thanks to those of you who have downloaded "conversion" from vimeo! we've been
thrilled to see that so many people have been interested in watching our little film that could.

recently, vimeo has made some changes to their "on demand" service and we've decided to adjust the settings for "conversion" accordingly. here's the deal:

up until this week, the video on demand service only allowed for paid streaming. so far $5usd, you could were purchasing a feed that remained active for six months. within those months, you could watch the movie as many times as you could possibly imagine, until you set some kind of bizarre world record for number of times watching "conversion". [note :: it would be a pretty significant number of times to compete with dom, who can recite the entire script, with sound effects, backward.]

but now, things be different. now, vimeo have a download option. and we've decided to take advantage of that.

you will still be able to stream if you'd prefer not to clutter up your hard drive or make a lifetime commitment to loving us. it will still cost $5, but from now on, the stream will only remain active for three months. to all those of you who have purchased a stream already, of course, it will remain active for the full six months you were guaranteed. so basically, if you were among the first to buy in, you get three bonus months. [call now and we'll also include this wonderful 100% cruelty-free cat hair sleep mask!! you just pay extra shipping and handling!] [you should probably take your meds now. -ed.]

however, if you'd rather not bother with a temporary arrangement and would like to welcome "conversion" into your home for the long haul, you can now download the film for $10. no cut off date, no having to renew. for just $10, it's yours forever.

once again, the link to make the purchase is right here. operators are standing by.

[awesome conversion shamwow imagery by dom, of course.]

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