Adventures In Random DVR-Pausing: Word Processaurus
I laughed for five minutes at the word processor, which is dated even by the contemporary standards — well, "standards" — of the scene. Dylan's aggro-floof of hair? Nineties. Pajama top worn as unisex/"who cares what time it is, creaaaaaating doesn't have a dress code, maaaaan" top top? Nineties. Suitcase word processor with super-clacky keys? Eighties.
It kind of doesn't fit with Dylan's character, either. I totally buy that he'd use dated "tech," but — really dated, like a quill pen, as a shout-out to Byron, because he's That Guy. Dylan is the type of medium-talent workshop bullshitter who would spend more time gasbagging about how writing his shit out longhand with a #2 pencil puts him in closer touch with his blah blah than actually writing anything interesting, and no, the proto-memoir he collaborated on with Ohhhhhhndrea about his dad doesn't qualify, Zuckerman's strenuous gas-operated-leaf-blowering of sunshine up Dylan's butthole notwithstanding.
I really hate Dylan, you guys.
Anyway, also, this is just one of about six hundred scenes in which Kelly is flopping around in the background, bored shitless and micro-pouting with her tiny lips, while Il Pretensioso is trying to work. She's moments away from whining that she wants to fuck, or shop, or something, and can't Dylan just stop working and entertain her because (spoiler) he's not going to get to put the "berk!" in "Berkeley" in the end anyhow, and as the series wore on, I came to loathe Kelly most of all, but when it comes to her not respecting Dylan's writing, ALL THE HIGH-FIVES, GIRL, because come on.
Tags: Adventures In Random DVR-Pausing Beverly Hills 90210 Congratulations: You're That Guy dear sir or madam your writing is ass Dylan McKay hairdon'ts Kelly Taylor Ohhhhhhndrea Zuckerman pretension that special breed of '90s foolishness