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This link is great — not for the Gossip Girl* stuff or the porny shot of one of its stars, but for the incongruous video below all that of Jerry Orbach singing the "September" song from The Fantasticks, cabaret-style. Aw!

*Gossip Girl is like cheesecake. I don't doubt that it's a lovely guilty pleasure for those who like it, but I have plenty of other fattening desserts/cheesy television shows to indulge in, so why force myself to like this particular one? It's not like The Wire or tilapia, something I really should force to try since it's supposed to be good for you.

Also I really, really hate watching privileged teenagers.

Saw a film for the Tribeca Film Festival this weekend, called The 27 Club, about a fictional musician OD-ing on his 27th birthday to join Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin and Kurt Cobain in the group of rockstars who died at that age. DUDE. 'Dying young' has gone in my head from "dying in your teens or twenties" to "dying in your early forties," and I'm glad I didn't know about that weird coincidence before my 27th birthday.