Nine hundred and ninety-nine times out of a thousand I couldn't give a toss about 'celebrity' gossip. Who cares if some talentless former reality show contestant is going out with some other talentless former reality show contestant? What's the world coming to, in my day people had to actually be good at something to make a name for themselves blah blah etc. etc.*
Anyway, today is DIFFERENT, because today I learned that my Hollywood alter ego, disgraced former Generation X movie starlet Winona Ryder, has been photographed *holding hands* with Blake Sennett, aka the one out of can-do-no-wrong twee US indie band Rilo Kiley who isn't Jenny Lewis.
When he's not not being Jenny Lewis, Blake Sennett is (or was, I'm hazy on the details) in another twee US indie band called The Elected, who wrote one of my favouritest songs ever, and one which is on the list of twee indie tunes to be played at my funeral.
Here we go, you will all, without exception (actually probably not Betty) like this, it is a lovely little song about growing up, thinking you're getting old, and getting all nostalgic for all the old friends you've lost touch with. Clearly this was written in the days before Facebook, as it's now impossible to avoid all your old friends whether you feel nostalgic for them or not, but that's even better, because that makes it a bona fide part of social history:
The Elected - Greetings in Braille (mp3)
Happy Leap Year Day, Winona and Blake and everybody!
* Although in my day there was Milli Vanilli, so this may not be strictly true.
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That's a quite splendid suit he's wearing. And he gets to touch Winona's bosoms, possibly. I hate him already.
The terrible irony of Winona's career occurred to me while I was in the shower: she made a mint playing a Gen-Xer who couldn't get a job in Reality Bites, and now all the *real* Gen-Xers have grown up and got proper jobs, poor Winona can't get one. As her character in that film said: 'I can't define it, but I know it when I see it'.
Oh Winona. In pink dress and combat boots in Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael. Didn't you just love it? Outsider chic, in standard Gen X fashion. Better than The Breakfast Club. Almost.
I have no idea what you are all talking about, but the music was quite nice, thank you.
Aw, Tara, I've never seen that one. It's Heathers and Reality Bites for me. And Dracula, despite her rubbish English accent. Hmm, maybe I'll have a little Winona retrospective sometime soon. Also, welcome! I like your blog, am going to look at it some more.
Dave: Always glad to be of service.
Milli Vanilli were good at something: miming.
Also: Blake Thingy was in Boy Meets World?! He's done quite well, considering.
is it me, or are they both teeny weeny? (like i can talk...)
i love 'heathers' ('we don't wanna be patronised like bunny rabbits!'...'i don't patronise bunny rabbits')
a very excellent film
Look! Look! They aren't just holding hands! They are engaged! That means he can touch her bosoms and not go to prison!
Apparently they aren't!
This could go on all day. Much like the bosom-touching, probably.
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