Hee hee hee.
Favorite sentence of the week. [Thanks, Robb]
So it appears that Hollywood's TV-recycling fever has gone from "jumping the shark" to "fucking the shark's wife while giving him the finger." I give you EXHIBIT A. Next up? Jerry Bruckheimer's Diff'rent Strokes! Actually, if they insist on all the remakes, why not a feature-film version of V? Why not? Because there is too much potential there for not sucking.
Bitchfork reports that David Bowie will be setting up a festival to correspond with the reopening of Manhattan's long-abandoned High Line rail platforms. Not much in the way of detail, but how can we go wrong with the Thin White Duke at the helm? (Don't even think about mentioning Tin Machine, smartass.) "My day job" put on a little show about the new High Line designs a while back. Interesting stuff, really. But the best source of info is still here.
Okay, I gotta go. This post was just an excuse to use that title, anyway.
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