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That's the way to white trash it, baby

The brilliant Jason Toney puts up "officially the whitest thing I've ever posted" on his blog, Negro Please, and it is so excellent I'm teary-eyed. Kelly Clarkson clambers on stage with her boyfriend to sing along with hairmetal cover band Metal Skool and it's boozy and while definitely well shot and edited, feels unscripted. MetaFilter loves it, I love it. How do you do white trash right? Swig from the Chivas bottle and sing "Sweet Child O' Mine."

In more Friday-is-the-Day-to-Watch-Videos-on-the-Interwebs news, I caught this funny short Everything I Know About Drugs I Learned From Hollywood on LAist -- it's an excellently compiled drugtaking collage from movies and TV. Defamer thinks it's funny, which is good for the budding LA filmmaking collective pixelpushers in general and director/editor Elina Shatkin in particular (go, Elina!) Frank Sinatra writhing in withdrawl from The Man With The Golden Arm? You know it's in there. As is Punky Brewster asking the local ponytailed pusher about "Nose candy." Trust me. The first time you watch is free.

Cinespia on NPR!

In LA, people watch old movies at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, the final resting place of Rudolph Valentino and more. It's been happening for 5 years under the banner of Cinespia. And today, as I'm sitting at my laptop in Pittsburgh, NPR visits, talks to picnic-ers, and watches Psycho on the wall of the mausoleum with everyone else.

One of the things they don't mention is that LA has very few public parks; in fact, it's got one of the lowest greenspace-to-people ratios in the country. Pocket parks are rare, and there's no easy-access LA version of NY's Bryant Park. So Cinsepia is particularly cool in that the owners of the cemetery had to think public film screenings would be a good idea. And boy, are the owners cool -- the photogenic, second-generation cemetery businessmen Brent & Tyler Cassity are practically the TV series 6 Feet Under come to life.

While I didn't get to go before I moved away this summer, I take one part of the report as a word of warning. "We have to come earlier every year," said one picnicking attendee. Getting to the cemetery early isn't so bad, tho. You can wander around and gaze at the graves of Hattie McDaniel, John Houston and Mel Blanc (it really does say, "That's All, Folks").

Mysteries of the Mysteries of Pittsburgh

As noted by Bookslut and Largehearted Boy, Friday there's an open casting call for the movie version of The Mysteries of Pittsburgh. Here, in, of all places, Pittsburgh, where they will be shooting the film.

So I promptly read the book, because I plan to show up at the open call. We're supposed to dress early/mid 1980s. Which is a little funny, because while the book was written then, it isn't really set then, except perhaps for its cavalier, pre-AIDS sexual mores. So I've been thinking about 1980s style. And, well, Adam Ant.

While Adam Ant does make an appearance in the book (via lyrics), I admit I watched more than one of his old videos, entranced by the true original Jack Sparrow. Actually, I meant to be getting to some questions about the movie-i-zation of TMOP. Those questions -- including spoiler elements -- after the jump.