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Hi hi! I had an eventful weekend at the ATX Television Festival and I'm launching my new company tomorrow! Lots to tell you about! All my sentences need exclamation points right now!

Austin residents got a decent discount to the TV Fest and Jon Hamm was there so what's a girl gonna do? Friday night, I went to the King of the Hill reboot panel, which was good except for one hugely awkward moment. The panel onstage handled it with tact and care though, and I hope Johnny finds the help he needs. They also showed two clips from the reboot (on Hulu in August), and you need to go ahead and prepare yourself now for seeing Bobby Hill as an adult. It's... unsettling. There was a collective gasp in the theater, no joke.

There are maybe 5 people in the world I would wait in line an hour and a half to see—and two of them were onstage yesterday.

They are precisely as charming and funny as you expect them to be, oozing so much charisma that we all likely would have followed them out the door to commit mass murder. Fun fact: every episode - all 92 of 'em - was filmed in 7 days. That's... exhausting. I think I'm going to start another rewatch.

And I haven't forgotten the point of this newsletter, so here are two movies for you.

Tangerine (Max)
From the director of Anora, Sean Baker, this is a hilarious, day-in-the-life tale of two sex workers running around LA to find one's cheating boyfriend. Featuring several trans actors, it has a documentary feel to it, like you're walking alongside them. The scene in the donut shop toward the end is just fantastic and might be worth the watch alone.

Pee-wee as Himself (Max)
A few weeks ago, I rewatched Pee-wee's Big Adventure, and it's still giggly fun but I hadn't previously noticed his 'acting' in the fake movie right at the end (the one with James Brolin in it). He's goddamned hilarious, in a sly, canny way that is clearly not the Pee-wee persona. Having now watched this documentary, I think that was Paul Reubens peeking out. You will learn many interesting things, one of which is that I think Phil Hartman might have been a dick? That's bothersome.

And finally, drumroll please, Sharp Skirts launches tomorrow! Because y'all are special, you get an early look at the website. We're still tweaking a couple things, so wait until tomorrow to tell me something's off.

I'm SO freaking excited about this new chapter in life. I have a feeling in my gut—I think this is going to take off. Let me know what you think.

xoxo,
Carla