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To: Trader Dave who wrote (3157)	3/1/2000 3:48:00 PM
From: Guy Gordon	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 3818

Ooooo. Huge problem! You know, a lot of silent movie stars couldn't make the transition to talkies. Same thing will happen to lots of current TV personalities. I predict younger and younger women on screen. Perfect complexion becomes a necessity. Vacuousity becomes pervasive.

To: Trader Dave who wrote (3157)	3/1/2000 4:59:00 PM
From: Beltropolis Boy	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 3818

*OT* >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.