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Oh god. Aaron Spelling died. Just a little shocked, is all.

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So, I just watched this clip of Rory Cochrane on Dinner for Five or whatever the hell that's called, and he was there with Vince Vaughn and Brian Cox and whoever. It's a clip where Vince Vaughn starts hammering at Cochrane about how he grew up and who he was living with when he was in his late teens.

I like Vince Vaughn, and I find him to be funny but I felt awful for Cochrane because he quite obviously didn't want to talk about it and Vaughn was being a dick. I don't know. I was mildly amused and mildly upset at what I was watching.

In other news, I watched the pilot for The Pretender over lunch. Hee. Andrea Parker is so much love. I love it when she's going down the fire escape and taking an errant drag of her ever-present cigarette and she works out there was no smoke. I also love the beginning when she's all "I'm dangerous, too." It was just funny. It amuses me to learn that she ditched JAG for this.

{ Harry Pearce is much love }

Harry Pearce: You're a little shite, Derek, have I ever told you that?

Derek: You've implied it enough times. Take a chill pill Harry.

OMGWTF? Most hilarious exchange in Spooks' history. Season one is love!

{ today has obviously become a day for spam }

Way to let the world know how you really don't have any breasts, Keira. *headdesk*