livin' in the 90s

i'm sure i've done a "livin' in the 90s" post before, so sorry about the repetition. i can't help it if it was the greatest CD compilation ever. (extra 90s nostalgia: it's available in CASSETTE!)

what up with all of the 90s revivals of late? aside from my alicia silverstone sighting, i mean. (what about ed begley, you ask? i think he's pretty timeless, no?). plaid shirts are everywhere! have you noticed this? i suppose they're not as ill-fitting as they were in their first iteration, but i still wouldn't call them exactly flattering. also, c4ts i think went to some yo la tengo/flaming lips concert--not in 1995, but like last weekend. and finally, my friend just informed me of this.

[insert a totally 90s expression of surprise here]

the last time i saw superchunk they gave a really awkward concert at my college with nas. yes, kelis's ex-husband nas. i think it was raining that day and superchunk were kind of low-ish energy, then nas rolled up in a huge tour bus with the requisite number of video hos. or perhaps an inadequate number, since he proceeded to call up more hos from the audience. good times.

oh yes, in other 90s revival news: pavement are reuniting. setting aside the fact that tickets are sold out and of course i completely forgot to get some, i think it would be nice to go to a concert where i don't feel ancient. (for instance, can i really go to CMJ in good conscience?) then again, i don't know whether being surrounded by a bunch of olds would be all that fun. oh well.

omg i finally have another chance to use our balki bartokamous tag! have you read this interview? i know, it's more 80s than 90s, but hilarious is hilarious.

don't i know you from somewhere?

i sometimes like to watch law & order at the gym in my office building. i know, i leave my desk so i can learn more about law? i just can't get enough. sam waterston, that is. (jerry orbach, RIP. i loved you as lumiere in beauty and the beast. and thanks for donating your eyes to NYC).

a guest star on this episode reminded me of an old worry of mine: whatever happened to that other guy on bosom buddies? is he haunted by his former co-star's 2 oscars? do these thoughts drive him to drink? what about tubbs? does he think about crockett? how about ruben studdard?

anyway, remember in the company of men, starring dreamboat (despite chin dimple and his being a woman-hatin' mormon) aaron eckhart and that guy who looked like a bald version of mark linn-baker? turns out that guy played some sort of forensics expert on a few eps of L&O the original. okay, so it preceded his co-starring turn as a misogynistic salesman, but i'm just sayin': whatever happened to him?

teacher...mother...secret lover

ah television. often undeservedly vilified and maligned, my love for it began when my parents decided that it would be a useful way for me to learn english (not unlike madison - sqwak!!). of course, their benign, nay, innocent hopes, no surprise, had some unintended consequences as my amateurish game show and saturday morning cartoon watching metastasized into a veritable obsession. tv taught me many valuable lessons in life, e.g., an egg eventually will lead you to that secret party, fat dudes marry hot ladies and nothing's gonna stop us now.

when i see posts like this one i think, hey, i'm not alone in this world.

despite my personal philosophy that once anything becomes a job it immediately loses all appeal, i thought maybe being a tv critic wouldn't be so bad. then i found out you need a freaking harvard degree to make it around here. jeez.