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All you hard-hearted hipsters can suck it. This video is adorable:

Look out Kelly Taylor...

Brenda Walsh is coming for YOU!!! And you totally deserve it, sneaking around with Dylan while she was in Paris! That's just not right.



I am irrationally excited about the 90210 remake. Because rich people with problems make great television. Add in the tensions of kinda rich people mixing with the truly wealthy? TV heaven. One day I'll make an argument that these shows are the natural heir to Jane Austen or Edith Wharton, but that day is not today.

Anyway, here's hoping it's at least half as good as Gossip Girl. (And while I'm hoping for things, let me add how the only thing that would make that show better is the addition of Chuck's pet monkey. Or if they gave Chuck & Blair their own show featuring Julie Cooper. And possibly Alexis Colby. Scheme-tastic!)

Everybody Loves the Sunshine.

While I'm getting my vacation recap together, I'd like to direct you over to my other blog, where you will surely delight to early-90s footage of Alice in Chains cavorting at my former place of employment.

RIP Jules Dassin

In honor of his passing, I was going to link to Rififi's amazing jewel heist scene, which is so realistic & detailed that the filmed was banned in Mexico because thieves were using it as a burglary primer. I guess the Mexican government wrested control of YouTube from the Chinese, because I can't find it. Go rent the movie, you won't be sorry. As a consolation, here's the nightclub scene:

Riff Randall, Rock & Roller

How great is PJ Soles?

I would not be nearly as calm if I found Dee Dee Ramone in my shower, but hey, that's just me.

Paris Match Had To Pay the Bills Somehow

Here's George Plimpton shilling for Intellivision:

This came up Monday, while I was playing hooky with Mike & Colleen.   I have to say, playing hooky in my mid-30s is MUCH more satisfying than it ever was in my teenage years.  It feels special now.  Or maybe earned is the right word.  

Julie Christie, the Rumors are True...

This morning, rather than taking the subway like the perpetually late for work person that I am, I walked to my office from the PATH train. I swung my purse around and pretended I was Julie Christie in Billy Liar. I hummed Yo La Tengo's Tom Courtenay. I saw ABBA graffiti on West Houston Street. It was fun.

Then, because I was feeling good about excercise, I decided to reward myself by stopping at Jamba Juice for a smoothie. I added a Green Caffeine energy boost. This was a mistake. 7 hours later, I'm still feeling unfocused and jittery. Should have learned from Colleen...

Don't you get fresh with me.

I make no apologies for my love of this song:



Okay, the video hasn't aged well. But the "Gigolo! Huh, Sucker?" gets me everytime.

Know whut I mean?

It's not Michael Bolton, that's for sure.

Oh, Steve Sanders.

My Beyond the Valley of the Dolls post reminded me that Russ Meyer guested on 90210. I went looking for a clip, but I found this instead.

Why..

Am I sitting here watching clips from Beyond the Valley of the Dolls on YouTube when I should have gone home half an hour ago?

Oh, right. Because they are awesome. Observe here, here and, most importantly, here.