Live BLOG!!!!: The premiere of Beverly Hills 90210!

Repaired. ;D

 

Don't date her, Brandon! She doesn't have a kid!

 

All-time great line: "Put the gas in the ignition and step on the key."

 

Zeke apparently has a life. Bastard.

 

Oh God. Since BYH and I live blogged the AT40, I have longed feared this day. What hath I wrought?

BYH, you're my live blogging brother and all, you always will be, but I cannot condone this trip down live blog memory lane. You cannot handle this kind of nostalgia. Think of yourself as an alien from Alien Nation. Beverly Hills 90210 is like that detergent shit they get fucked up on. This is too dangerous for you to handle.

I mean, where is this ultimately headed? Silly Peach Pit references, followed by multiple riffs on your sideburns, a descent in the darkness that is Brenda's backstage behavior, before you bottom out and live blog from the deepest recesses of a disturbed mind.

90210 is just the gateway drug. Soon, you'll be waxing nostalgic on SJ about Parker Lewis Can't Lose Fox spots you remember from watching this back in '89 or whenever, and no one will know what the hell you're talking about. You'll be talking to yourself, and when everyone in the outside world gives you that WTF look, you'll be shooting them an evil and twisted WTF look back, because they don't understand that you've assumed the identity of the protagonist from Herman's Head.

It's a one-way ticket to a sanitorium where you crazily mumble the theme song to The Heights while so strung out on Lithium, you don't even notice you're ass rape fodder for the rest of the institution.

This cannot stand. I won't let this happen to my live blogging buddy!

We need to do another AT40 live blog stat, I don't even care if it's from the extreme early or late 80s. If for no other reason than you need to be de-programmed from this monster you cannot handle.

 

Bubbler, I'm too far gone. I cannot be stopped.

However, I'd do another AT40 BLOG!!! in a heartbeat.

 

Hey BYH, you BLOGGER!!!, are you sure you aren't living in your mother's basement?

 

Nah. She kicked me out finally.

Mr. Ridley needs to quit the Sanka.

 

Did car alarms ever really come with a beeper for the owner?

 

Hey, it was 1990.

 

They still do --- at least, the high-end systems do.

An alarm with remote pager is also listed in the Harley-Davidson accessories catalog.

 

How did I know that BYH wouldn't be able to go 60 minutes?