This man is wasting away before our eyes. We're frightened and concerned. Someone needs to send out an alert. My God, won't somebody please help?!
Two memorable, maybe even haunting, words by which to remember KSTP-TV anchor Cyndy Brucato's appearance at the opening night blowout for the art hotel Chambers: Glitter eyelashes.
Word is that she looked like a "Solid Gold" dancer. Some party guests wondered why Dionne Warwick wasn't on hand to introduce Brucato.
"Actually it was glitter eyeliner, which in hindsight may have been a mistake," Brucato said, laughing heartily Monday. "I thought nobody would notice."
For those who are unfamiliar with this legendary linebacker-slash-dragon lady, I apologize that I cannot find a picture of her that truly does her justice.
Anyway, I may need to love her now.
I don't understand how Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise can be dating when she's like twice as tall as he is.
R.I.P. Brigitte Mira. I can't read German either, but I can't find an obit for her in English yet.
Apparently there's one on Variety, which I can't read without a subscription and besides, it's for someone named "Brigitta Mira." Way to go Einstein!
Wait, here's one in English. That just might become my new favorite site.
Anyway, she was an awesome lady. I hope someone puts out Like a Bird on a Wire someday.
Me on December 1, 2004: "When exactly did the whole Victorian/pioneer blouse come back in style? I anxiously await the return of boatneck sweaters with dolman sleeves and shoulder pads up to the ears."
Keira Knightley on January 22, 2005:
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
Now that we're both working and flush with cash, obviously this is the vehicle by which we should enjoy the fruits of our labors.
This is your chance to own the house that former owner Terry Lewis, the Grammy-winning music producer who helped make Janet Jackson and others famous, built in 1993.
The house, which is on 82 feet of Lake Minnetonka shoreline, has 27-foot ceilings in some rooms. Its more than 25,000 square feet includes 13 bathrooms, two kitchens, nine fireplaces and an elevator, plus a movie theater, recording studio, hair salon, an indoor basketball court, grill room and swimming pool with sauna and spa.
Price: $12 million (startribune.com)
A hair salon? That's the deal-sealer right there.
"I think [New York is] a fabulous city. But in my young, juvenile days, I was an idiot and I bought 30 cars. And I need to drive those cars, and New York isn't really the place you can do that." — Shaquille O'Neal
Merry Christmas! Late. I'm preoccupied because I start working tomorrow. I wasn't even planning on posting anything for a bit but I need to ask you a favor. Promise me that when the time comes, you won't ever let a graf like this get into my obituary. Please. I'm begging you.
I mean for Pete's sake.
I feel our lives are all the richer for having welcomed "Nick & Jessica's Family Christmas" into our home. We're celebrating the triumphant return of 98º. Somewhere in America, G`` K`````` feverishly updates his controversial report on the decline of the boy band phenomenon, certain someone will still pay him if he delivers it three years late.
Jessica: "I wish I could sing with Bing Crosby." Nick: "I'll be Bing!" Nick starts BEATING HER. And then the ghostly visage of Bing appears behind them and he starts beating them both. This show rules.
When exactly did the whole Victorian/pioneer blouse come back in style? I anxiously await the return of boatneck sweaters with dolman sleeves and shoulder pads up to the ears.
For some reason, I felt it was important I take note of these things.
How sad is it that "Passions" finally gets a real Alistair Crane and he dies. On Thanksgiving even. He's only been on since September! He seemed like a cool dude and I feel :(
I was all ready to finally complain about how the show is now somehow all about people over 50, but I must defer out of respect. I'm not one to cross Alistair Crane.
This show is cursed.
Why does Britney Spears keep trying to convince us of something we will never, ever believe, no matter how hard she tries?
How come the Associated Press can put up a graf like this, meanwhile I'm not working? At all?
Oh yes, working. Remember how I told you about how I was waiting on a job back here? And waiting and waiting? Well, I called and left a message that day (October 29) and I still haven't heard a thing. That was over a week ago. It's now been over two weeks since the woman emailed me to say she had work for me. Maybe if she got fired? I'd be willing to guess that, but usually people like that are the ones who keep their jobs forever and ever at that place.
I'm thisclose to going back to retail. I hate the general public and all, but I never dealt with anyone this stupid when I was working in a bookstore. Plus you get a sweet employee discount. DWR just opened up a branch in Minneapolis, you know.
So old Josho was a mere stone's throw away from us yesterday doing that swing state celebrity crap. Someone must have realized that this particular hometown boy is a far more appealing spokesmodel than Captain Overexposed Ashton K, who was here last week being ANNOYING. "I'm a celebrity ... DO WHAT I SAY. I'M AWESOME." Whatever dude. Anyway, I could have seen Josh's chocolate milk moustache up close and in person. Look at that thing, it's ludicrous. Although I have to respect him for continuing to wear it for so long when it is so disgusting. He looks like an emaciated, 14-year-old Tom Skerritt. Or my uncle Paul circa 1972. It is not cute. But it truly makes him a Real Minnesotan, and I give him the thumbs up for that.
A certain organization with the initials ACT auto-called us yesterday and instructed us to report to the wrong polling place. This continues to fill me with an intense rage. The kind of rage that forces me to continue to eat leftover Halloween candy. Should I report them? Probably. I'll figure out how to do that eventually. I mean, idiots. IDIOTS. I'm completely infuriated. It's the kind of thing that makes me want to vote for Bush out of spite. (But I'm not going to.) (OR AM I?!?) (No I'm not.) Honestly. I'd be interested to know what other registered third-party households ACT is doing this to, you know? Can they even comprehend the gravity of what they're doing? Can I punch one of them in the throat? IDIOTS.
OK. I am going to back up and focus on that retarded moustache. It somehow gives me peace.
This revelation will only be relevant to three other people on the planet, but it is EARTHSHATTERING: James Hyde was a backup dancer for Dead or Alive (via Dustin's Passions Page). This is the most amazing thing ever. His association with "International Male" makes total perfect sense now.
Oh wait, wait wait wait! WAIT! So I went to see if maybe I could find that picture of him in his "plush lounger," right, and I find out that it even SAYS this on his International Male page. It was RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG. I need to bookmark that site finally for real.
Why this was never revealed to me before, I have no idea. I feel a fog is lifting.
EDIT: Of course it's not a "plush lounger," it's The Fleece Snuggler®. How could I forget?!
ROCCO DiSPIRITO famously opened his namesake restaurant in a reality show last summer and was famously thrown out by his partners in July. Now he has been removed from a second restaurant, Union Pacific, once the jewel in his crown, which will close at the end of the year.
Starting next week Mr. DiSpirito will no longer be the executive chef at Union Pacific, where he first made his mark when the restaurant opened in 1997. Main Street Restaurant Partners, his partners in Union Pacific, said yesterday that it would close on Christmas Eve, and until then Laurent Tourondel, the chef at BLT Steak, would act as a consultant. That leaves Mr. DiSpirito without a kitchen to cook in.
Rocco's on 22nd closed last week. In July, Jeffrey Chodorow and China Grill Management, its owner, were granted a court order barring Mr. DiSpirito from the kitchen, even though his mother, Nicolina, remained and made meatballs.
The rest of the blah blah blah: Rocco DiSpirito Is Out at Union Pacific (NY Times)
Why didn't I do something like this for my wedding? Hahahaha. Oh Jesus.
Want to see something really scary?
Abmulabmu: I hope somebody goes on I Want a Famous Face to get that
Abmulabmu: or is that I Want a Famous Face: Don Zimmer
Hey! I'm back. I was out of town, and now I'm back (and to prove it I'm here). I'm too pumped up on SUGARY COLAS to sleep just yet and I just noticed that this existed and I am itching to see it. Itching! Although the filmmaker sounds like something of an extreme douche. So let me get this straight, he needed some dork (some dork from dorkass Dramarama no less) to explain to him who Rodney Bingenheimer is? In 1997?
Dude what.
1997, that's a joke right. In case you weren't aware (and I'm certain you ARE), the G.T.O.'s are required listening for every human being, just as I'm With the Band is required reading for every human being. 1997 and this butt has no clue. This is American history we're talking about here. THIS oooh THIS BURNS ME UP.
Someone out there needs to prevent idiots from making documentaries, some sort of Nightmarish Ghoul who STEALS SOOOOULS as well as financial backing, although apparently having no grasp on a particular subject leads to a person really needing to study up on it in a big way, so why not film the course of education? Yeah I guess. Good Lord. I hate everybody. But I still want to see the movie. Although on third/fourth/etc. thought, that poster/soundtrack cover design is eerily reminiscent of SOMETHING.
Yes, please hang on Mike
while we lift your album cover design
And while we're on the subject, BOTH of these are, obviously, "tributes" to my user pic on Friendster. I can't believe I didn't see it before.
America's #1 source of inspiration
Oof, doesn't it just make you livid. People are so devoid of creativity that all they can do is take take take take everything. Maybe I shouldn't see this movie after all. I bet it's EXPLOITATIVE. Nothing's right I'm torn.
Looking back at all the musics I got into as a young youthful child, you'd think that I would have been a Stranglers fan, but the truth is that the Stranglers always seemed to me to be big, creepy perverts. Speaking of which, how about that R. Kelly Florida deal. That's just great. I had a theory about Martha Stewart and R. Kelly's respective legal outcomes and it's looking like my worst fears are all being confirmed. The world, it baffles me. At least there was some good news today:
LOS ANGELES (Hollywood Reporter) - "Without a Trace" star Enrique Murciano is ready to make his mark on the big screen, signing on to star as Sandra Bullock's love interest in Miss Congeniality 2.
Excellence. If there was only one thing that Miss Congeniality was missing, it was a capacity of awesome smirking.
While The Sun is always an excellent daily source of ugly celebrity pictures, imagine my surprise when I visited their SUPERHUNKS! gallery simply because they were promising pictures of Ewan McGregor (Hunk of the Week) and oh, they gave me this one. Caution: It might make you DIE.
click to enlarge (heh heh rrrowr)
Disgusting! I've had a crazy peacoat thing ever since seeing Christopher Walken in The Dead Zone and oh, killing me. Anyway, as a public service, the entirety of SUPERHUNKS! can be found here. It's hilarious. Gareth Gates? Whatever dudes.
Wow, today's Sun sure had some great pictures of celebrities looking ugly and disgusting. They rarely disappoint. Eew girl, eew:
click to enlarge!
If you saw A Life Less Ordinary in the theater, you may recall she looked like that throughout the entire movie. If you sat as close to the screen as I did, anyway. I guess J.T. really likes those girls who look ghastly without makeup. Now, let's check out a functional retard!
click to enlarge, if you like that sort of thing
It's ironic that the same people who worship Ryan Adams are often the same people who find Christina Aguilera repulsive. Why anyone would want to "do" this obnoxious pig is beyond me. I'm sure you could catch something vile just standing next to him. Remember when he was mildly talented? Wow those were the days.
Mystery solved -- the song from that new VW Phaeton commercial is Stereolab's "Fiery Yellow." Ohh, that was bugging me like you wouldn't believe. Thanks to um some Stereolab fansite, I can't remember which. But man that was bugging me. Not enough to get me to go through my albums and pick it out, though. Plus I was thinking it was either Stereolab or Broadcast and blah blah. I just waited for the Internet to do the work for me. Wow this Internet, it's great.
I'm so happy Jennifer Lopez finally got rid of that horrible, horrible man. I read the Enquirer, I know what's up. I hope she finally finds someone who deserves and appreciates her BEAUTY and TALENT and oh, all the great things she has and is. Someone like hmm, Jane's brother maybe? (She'll probably just go back to eew, Puffy though. I read the Enquirer, I know what's up.)
