:: Ca, c'est fou. ::

Tuesday, June 03, 2003

Damn it. I didn't even know there was going to be a Real World Paris (<-- this is where I would normally include a link to further contextualize the entry and provide the reader with an easy path to additional resources, but there's no way in hell I've sunk low enough to link to mtv just yet) but I happened to catch the premiere totally by accident. Now I'm compelled to watch the whole season voraciously, if only for closure's sake.

It wasn't always this way... I made a conscious effort to stop watching after Miami, catching the occasional Boston or Hawaii episode, but then a girl with whom I went to school with was on Chicago and I was subsequently lured into the hedonistic cauldron of Las Vegas. I hate youth culture and I hate that I love it. I hate that I'm almost too old to be casted for this bastion of vicarious frivolity.

[Alas, all the articulacy in the world won't save me from the fact that I still watch shows with Stridex commercials.]

Posted by morland @ 11:57 PM

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g sui bien dac'. I applaud the proper usage of French...but, what about the cedillas?

Last night, I saw "L'auberge espangnole", a French film by Cédric Klapisch. I totally identified with the main character.

Posted by: Al on June 5, 2003 10:05 AM

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