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>I went to school with willow, better looking on camera than in real life.
"Sierra, can you hold on a sec?"
this i gotta hear!
so, dave, are you telling me that Willow Bay's her real name? man, and i thought it was one of those stylish new-agey stage monikers. you know, like that pornstar name game? first name: your childhood pet; surname: street you grew up on.
please, call me Chokey MacBeth.
>HDTV will kill some careers of these low res talk jockeys.
yikes! when i get mine, i will never veg-out to one of David Kelly's annoying fantasyland shows again. can you say (back) Ally McBeal? thank you for shattering my illicit illusion.
then again, what prevents them from going the way of Barbra Wa-Wa/Martha Stewart and the vaseline-technicoated lens?
digitalize that.
-chris.
postwords: still, Willow's no slouch with a degree from Stern and cum laude at U.Penn (in Lit[!] no less). i do recall a few times in my U.Va. Toolie (engineering) undergrad days when i'd sneak over to the english department donned in my bestest black turtleneck and obligatory pack of clove cigarettes. my fave line as i'd cozy up to a lithesome coed: "Excuse me, but don't you find Morrissey's lyrics absolutely Joycean in their childlike naivete?"
shit never worked. |
