12 November 2003 - 9:48 p.m.

Last night, at the request of Mr. Kotter, we watched Dirty Dancing. He had never seen it and wanted to know what was up.

Also, we had a free movie rental for Blockbuster that was about to expire, and he vetoed my suggestion of Tootsie. Go fig.

Unfortunately, Gus wasn't quite so immune to the cheese as I was. Dirty Dancing, with all its merits, isn't quite the experience now that it was back when Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey were still cool.

Nowadays, Baby's sympathy is diminshed by the fact that kids today are only interested in stud-papaya Jerry Orbach. I mean, yeah, her idealistic, JFK-era politics are pretty special, but in an age where Law and Order is king, even the most bleeding-heart liberal screams "oh no you di'int!" when Baby stands up to Lenny Briscoe.

I think this is a good thing. Not the part about young people not being able to relate to liberals. The part about old people being cooler than their kids.

Aptly enough: Joel Grey is cooler than his daughter. He also co-starred with JO.

Maybe Jennifer Grey is the Lambda Factor here.

Or maybe Jerry Orbach is just the shit. I predict that when J-Lo has faded into oblivion, a whole new generation of fans will still be lauding one J-Oh.

Wise ass.

What I'm wearing: A shirt.

What I'm reading: The ceiling fan. It's fucking hot here, I don't care if it is supposed to snow tomorrow.

What I'm doing after this: Engaging in some kind of Orbach-related activity.