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!)

Oh dear god, let this be true.

Neil Gaiman may write a Doctor Who episode? This is like my nerd perfect storm.

Jersey City- We CAN have nice things.

Last night, I went to see Blade Runner at the Loew's in Journal Square, which is, if you believe Nancy Sinatra, where her father decided he could be a singer after watching a Bing Crosby performance.   It is an amazing place.  Every surface is marble or velvet or gilded or carved or gilded and carved marble. The lobby is breathtaking... 

The place has had a rough go of it- it was converted into a tri-plex at one point and still bears the scars.  It was about to be knocked down for a parking garage or something before a bunch of concerned citizens started a non-profit to restore it to what it must of looked like in the 30s, when a skinny kid from Hoboken sat in the audience and realized he could be a star.

They're showing King Kong in June.  See you there.

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.