You go, Tom Burch! Vernie McGaha, you stink!
What the hell is wrong with the Kentucky Senate?!!
Geez, KY, please stop embarrassing me. First that bizarre rock they fished out of the Ohio, now this! Pffft.
For more enlightened opinions, check out the Courier-Journal's forum on this article.
I did like this one, though: "If Kentucky is such a moral state, it should be reaping God's blessings instead of lagging behind in major areas like education and employment. Why isn't God blessing Kentucky's anti-gay sentiments?" Nice one, Waltwhippy.
I have to go to work now,
Ms. P
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
O-R-E-Oh!
I guess I gave up on watching CNN too soon (or just in time). Goodness gracious. Kyra Phillips and Don Lemon get their milk and cookies on here.
John Edwards is out of the race, but is he still hoping to get on the ticket? Is he a potential Obama running mate or future Hillary endorser?
Sarah Jessica Parker is producing an art world reality show. Project Artway, as it were. I already don't want to watch it but know I will. Sigh.
Israel wants the Beatles back, apparently, after banning them from playing more than 40 years ago. You say shalom, I say goodbye...
Moving on, fellow Kentuckians, please tell me, do we really want this rock back? Every time I read about us on Fark it's some story that only reinforces my friends singing the Deliverance theme song to me when I moved here. But maybe this rock is really important? I honestly don't know. Funnily enough, the only local politician I've ever corresponded with is Reginald Meeks, who's sponsoring this Return the Rock movement.
Now that South Carolina's over and Super Tuesday is coming up (Feb 5), here's a handy guide to the 2008 Democratic calendar featuring primary dates and delegate numbers. For all you Republicans (though I can't imagine any Repubs read my blog, I would be happy to be wrong), here's yours.
And finally, for those of us in our late 30s/early 40s, apparently we're on the slow slide to the worst days of our lives. Bummer, huh? At least we can start enjoying things again when we hit 50.
Back to le grind,
Ms. P
John Edwards is out of the race, but is he still hoping to get on the ticket? Is he a potential Obama running mate or future Hillary endorser?
Sarah Jessica Parker is producing an art world reality show. Project Artway, as it were. I already don't want to watch it but know I will. Sigh.
Israel wants the Beatles back, apparently, after banning them from playing more than 40 years ago. You say shalom, I say goodbye...
Moving on, fellow Kentuckians, please tell me, do we really want this rock back? Every time I read about us on Fark it's some story that only reinforces my friends singing the Deliverance theme song to me when I moved here. But maybe this rock is really important? I honestly don't know. Funnily enough, the only local politician I've ever corresponded with is Reginald Meeks, who's sponsoring this Return the Rock movement.
Now that South Carolina's over and Super Tuesday is coming up (Feb 5), here's a handy guide to the 2008 Democratic calendar featuring primary dates and delegate numbers. For all you Republicans (though I can't imagine any Repubs read my blog, I would be happy to be wrong), here's yours.
And finally, for those of us in our late 30s/early 40s, apparently we're on the slow slide to the worst days of our lives. Bummer, huh? At least we can start enjoying things again when we hit 50.
Back to le grind,
Ms. P
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Mitt Romney Just Called Asia a Country
Then Mitten listed India... which is in Asia. He followed that with, "It's time for the politicians to leave Washington and for the citizens to take over..." Err, what are you Mitt, if not a consummate politician?
That liberal John McCain must be happy. Mac really does appear to be back.
MSNBC just cut Rudy Giuliani off which is a relief because I was getting kind of weirded out over his spray on tan (or maybe it was the Florida sun?), and the guy behind him with the blue sunglasses. Why was he wearing sunglasses? Why was Giuliani sweating so profusely - although the answer to that seems obvious, he put all his eggs in the Sun Sign State (did anyone catch Tim Russert calling Florida that? Hee hee), and he lost. Big time. Oops. He's going to endorse McCain tomorrow.
I just read this amusing story about George Bush saying hello to Barney Frank's boyfriend. However, I'm also bummed that this is only newsworthy because Frank is gay.
I feel like I spend more time with David Gregory and Chuck Todd than my husband.
Toodles,
Ms. P
That liberal John McCain must be happy. Mac really does appear to be back.
MSNBC just cut Rudy Giuliani off which is a relief because I was getting kind of weirded out over his spray on tan (or maybe it was the Florida sun?), and the guy behind him with the blue sunglasses. Why was he wearing sunglasses? Why was Giuliani sweating so profusely - although the answer to that seems obvious, he put all his eggs in the Sun Sign State (did anyone catch Tim Russert calling Florida that? Hee hee), and he lost. Big time. Oops. He's going to endorse McCain tomorrow.
I just read this amusing story about George Bush saying hello to Barney Frank's boyfriend. However, I'm also bummed that this is only newsworthy because Frank is gay.
I feel like I spend more time with David Gregory and Chuck Todd than my husband.
Toodles,
Ms. P
Crazy People Make the World Go Round
This picture made me laugh... out loud. Considering I'm having a poo day at work, that's saying something.Here's today's list of nuttiness:
Sherri Shepherd (pictured), of The View, has never registered to vote because she, "never knew the dates or anything." Shepherd, who doesn't believe in evolution, also wasn't sure if the world is flat.
Sean Young is back at it, and I hope the rehab takes because she has quite a history of bizarre behavior. This time around she got kicked out of the DGA Awards for heckling Julian Schnabel (of all people).
This isn't exactly new, but will someone please find poor Stacy Peterson so we can stop hearing about her arrogant asshat of a husband? WJMK in Chicago planned to run a "Win a Date with Drew Peterson" contest with three apparently brain dead bachelorettes. Good taste all around, people. Well done.
America's Next Top Model is back on February 20. Didn't we just crown Tootie (Saleisha)? How does she feel about her reign being cut short? Don't I get a break from these people? Geez. I am never going to get a life at this point. At least I gave up on Make Me a Supermodel. I might have to stop watching American Idol, too. There's another reality dance show coming up, Randy Jackson Presents America's Best Dance Crew (because Randy is the bomb (do people still say that?) when it comes to bustin' a move? At least Shane Sparks is a judge), and there's an all Asian crew, Kaba Modern, so I must tune in and support my peeps.
Okay, back to, uh, work.
Ms. P
Monday, January 28, 2008
State of the Union: Dick Cheney is a Toad
Seriously, I kept waiting for his little tongue to zip out so he could catch a fly. I did like his magenta tie, though.
I have nothing to report about the State of the Union Address because President Bush didn't say much, but when does he ever? It was 55 minutes of the Peanuts teachers. Mwrah-mrah-mrah mrah mrah-mrah-mrah.
What struck me most was the weird, creepy high school vibe I got seeing Barack Obama sitting with Ted Kennedy. It totally reminded me of the popular senior picking one kid out of obscurity while turning a cold shoulder to another. It was so very "You can sit with me at assembly, but Hillary's out. Ha ha." I felt like I was watching Mean Girls: The Senate Years.
That said, I can't wait for the future, which might be short if either the asteroid or the spy satellite get us.
In other news, Christopher Nolan wrote a touching tribute to Heath Ledger in this week's Newsweek, and furthering the warm and fuzzy, here's an update on the fate of Michael Vick's pit bulls.
Tom goes back to Kentucky tomorrow so I'm bummed. It's nice to, you know, see your spouse and stuff.
Later tater,
Ms. P
I have nothing to report about the State of the Union Address because President Bush didn't say much, but when does he ever? It was 55 minutes of the Peanuts teachers. Mwrah-mrah-mrah mrah mrah-mrah-mrah.
What struck me most was the weird, creepy high school vibe I got seeing Barack Obama sitting with Ted Kennedy. It totally reminded me of the popular senior picking one kid out of obscurity while turning a cold shoulder to another. It was so very "You can sit with me at assembly, but Hillary's out. Ha ha." I felt like I was watching Mean Girls: The Senate Years.
That said, I can't wait for the future, which might be short if either the asteroid or the spy satellite get us.
In other news, Christopher Nolan wrote a touching tribute to Heath Ledger in this week's Newsweek, and furthering the warm and fuzzy, here's an update on the fate of Michael Vick's pit bulls.
Tom goes back to Kentucky tomorrow so I'm bummed. It's nice to, you know, see your spouse and stuff.
Later tater,
Ms. P
SAG Awards: Daniel Day Lewis
I mentioned this in last night's post and thought I'd share (because I'm a sharing, caring type).
More later after I've been nauseated by George Bush's State of the Union speech. Last one! Aww yeah!
I don't like Mondays,
Ms. P
Sunday, January 27, 2008
SAG Awards: Sagging in Style
I used to be somewhat fascinated by red carpet coverage but watching this nitwit named Debbie Matenopoulos (or something) ask Ricky Gervais how he feels about Steve Carrell being more famous than him... Seriously. Painful. Not that Giuliana Rancic is any better. I must confess I am seeing better dresses (Becki Newton is a mermaid again, Diane Lane looks hot) than the last couple awards shows I've written about. Oh look, there's Teri Hatcher. Someone please ask her why Susan is such a loser!
The actors are thrilled to be gussied up and getting the attention they've been missing since the Golden Globes were canceled. (Debbie just called Eric Mabius Eric Mabion. What an idiot, but look, there's Mr. Jay!) Now Tina Fey's being subjected to the Glam Cam while Giuliana asks her if her daughter is funny. Like she's going to say no? I might have to stop watching the red carpet coverage. It's making me sick.
Ellen Pompeo is annoying and wearing a satin sheet. Ellen Page is not (annoying or wearing a satin sheet), but I don't know what's up with that hair.
Rainn Wilson is on my lame list now for saying "my cast."
Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt hath arrived. She's wearing... some sort of odd drapery that her boobs are about to fall out of. It's voluminous. Maybe all the kids are hiding underneath.
I'm surprised no one's mentioned Heath Ledger, but I have been hitting fast forward quite a lot. Ahh, Ryan Gosling and his sister just did. They're wearing little black ribbons and RG says the media should leave Ledger's friends and family alone. Amen to that. Rancic is having a moment of amnesia because she's all "Absolutely, I can't believe all the speculation!" while apparently forgetting just who she works for.
Okay, on to the awards...
Ahh, it's anecdotal "I'm an actor" time. Look, there's Laura Leighton! I kind of miss her. Good old Sydney. Sandra Oh is an actor... in a bad dress. Jane Krawkowski was kind of funny... until she applauded for herself.
First up...
Best Actor in a TV Drama: The actors, apparently making up for the Emmy snub, voted for James Gandolfini. They're on their feet as JG makes a spectacularly dull speech.
Nikki Blonsky just asked for some cheap applause as she and John Travolta introduce Hairspray, which is up for best ensemble.
Debra Messing and Zac Effron (never thought I'd see those two together, but it's fitting since they're both annoying as hell) present Best Actress in a TV Drama. The winner: Edie Falco. Viva Sopranos, I guess. I never watched that show. Well, I did and I got all warm and fuzzy over Tony and then he shot someone in the head. So that was pretty much it for me.
Has anyone noticed The Actor statue has quite a, err, package? The Actor is no Ken doll.
Outstanding Ensemble in a Drama Series: Quelle surprise, The Sopranos beats out Boston Legal and its annoying theme song, The Closer, Grey's Anatomy, and Mad Men. I actually wrote that sentence before they even announced the winner. Actors are so predictable!
I can't believe Emile Hirsch got cute. Didn't see that one coming. The cast of Into the Wild is also up for Best Ensemble in a film.
Actor in a Supporting Role: Javier Bardem for No Country for Old Men which also means no award for old man Hal Holbrook. I read an interview with HH recently that bummed me out. Instead of reflecting upon his many achievements instead he looked back on a career full of missed opportunities. Sad.
Actress in a Comedy Series: Tina Fey. Excellent. She was up against Christina Applegate, though, so it must not have been too hard to win. She's endearingly self-effacing as she compares herself to Fred Astaire's hat rack.
Actor in a Comedy Series: Alec Baldwin. I guess no one understands calling your kid a "rude little pig" better than your fellow actors. I'm glad AB's been forgiven as he's way too awesome on 30 Rock. Besides, though I found his behavior fairly reprehensible, this is also why I don't have kids. I would be way too tempted to say the same thing someday. Isn't that awful? Yeah.
Some lady with weird glasses (Ruby Dee) introduces American Gangster, also up for Best Film Ensemble.
Comedy Series Ensemble: 30 Rock has to win. Desperate Housewives cannot win. Entourage is a comedy? I don't watch The Office. I love Ugly Betty, but lately it makes me cry more than laugh. Also, America Ferrara's losing too much weight. NOOOO!! How could 30 Rock not win? Pffft. Grudging kudos to the cast of The Office.
Time for a SAG infomercial followed by an Alan Rosenberg appearance. He's the President of SAG, and I used to love him on LA Law. He's also married to that hottie Marg Helgenberger.
Denis Leary and Burt Reynolds present Charles Durning with the Lifetime Achievement Award. Durning seems a bit frail, but he's charming and I love that he's married to his childhood sweetheart.
Actor in a Television Movie or Miniseries: I haven't seen any of these films. I don't watch TV movies unless they're on Lifetime. Kevin Kline wins for something or other, and he's not even there to accept it.
3:10 to Yuma is introduced by Ben Foster (Angel from X-Men: The Crap Stand). He's 27 but looks 17.
Mickey Rooney (he's still alive?!!) comes out to give the award for Actress in a Television Movie or Miniseries. Euw. There's Debra Messing again. Clapping for herself. When and why did they all start doing that? So tacky. Rooney keeps calling it a tie, Messing looks like she's going to cry, and Queen Latifah (or Miss Latifah as Rooney calls her) wins the award.
Josh Brolin introduces the In Memoriam montage. Poor Brad Renfro. Sam the Butcher (Allan Melvin)! Ahh, Robert Goulet. Marcel Marceau (who will carry the mime torch now?) Heath Ledger, strangely, got nothing but a two-second flash on the screen. I guess he was added on? I'm still baffled by how sad his death made me.
Viggo Mortensen is sporting some really unfortunate facial hair. Also, his burgundies don't match (vest and tie). I still heart him, though. He's here to present Best Supporting Actress in a Film to Ruby Dee who looks like she doesn't realize her name's been called.
Is this show going to end anytime soon? I'm on Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow now and the Clock Tower awaits.
Tommy Lee Jones introduces No Country for Old Men which wins (I skipped ahead). Josh Brolin rambled on while Woody Harrelson reminded him to thank the Coen Brothers.
Oh oh! It's Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey! I so don't want to see their new movie. They give the Best Actor in a Film award to Daniel Day Lewis who looks exactly the same as when he won the Oscar for My Left Foot. Goodness, the crowd is on its feet. I guess my friend George was right about his performance in There Will Be Blood. He dedicates his Actor to Heath Ledger in a classy and moving speech.
Best Actress in a Film goes to Julie Christie for Away From Her. I really need to see that movie as I'm a big admirer of Sarah Polley.
Tom Cruise is brave to show his face in public as he announces Best Ensemble in a Film. Too bad he doesn't get to present the award to his fellow Scientologist John Travolta as the aforementioned No Country for Old Men takes home the top prize.
Thank you and good night,
Ms. P
The actors are thrilled to be gussied up and getting the attention they've been missing since the Golden Globes were canceled. (Debbie just called Eric Mabius Eric Mabion. What an idiot, but look, there's Mr. Jay!) Now Tina Fey's being subjected to the Glam Cam while Giuliana asks her if her daughter is funny. Like she's going to say no? I might have to stop watching the red carpet coverage. It's making me sick.
Ellen Pompeo is annoying and wearing a satin sheet. Ellen Page is not (annoying or wearing a satin sheet), but I don't know what's up with that hair.
Rainn Wilson is on my lame list now for saying "my cast."
Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt hath arrived. She's wearing... some sort of odd drapery that her boobs are about to fall out of. It's voluminous. Maybe all the kids are hiding underneath.
I'm surprised no one's mentioned Heath Ledger, but I have been hitting fast forward quite a lot. Ahh, Ryan Gosling and his sister just did. They're wearing little black ribbons and RG says the media should leave Ledger's friends and family alone. Amen to that. Rancic is having a moment of amnesia because she's all "Absolutely, I can't believe all the speculation!" while apparently forgetting just who she works for.
Okay, on to the awards...
Ahh, it's anecdotal "I'm an actor" time. Look, there's Laura Leighton! I kind of miss her. Good old Sydney. Sandra Oh is an actor... in a bad dress. Jane Krawkowski was kind of funny... until she applauded for herself.
First up...
Best Actor in a TV Drama: The actors, apparently making up for the Emmy snub, voted for James Gandolfini. They're on their feet as JG makes a spectacularly dull speech.
Nikki Blonsky just asked for some cheap applause as she and John Travolta introduce Hairspray, which is up for best ensemble.
Debra Messing and Zac Effron (never thought I'd see those two together, but it's fitting since they're both annoying as hell) present Best Actress in a TV Drama. The winner: Edie Falco. Viva Sopranos, I guess. I never watched that show. Well, I did and I got all warm and fuzzy over Tony and then he shot someone in the head. So that was pretty much it for me.
Has anyone noticed The Actor statue has quite a, err, package? The Actor is no Ken doll.
Outstanding Ensemble in a Drama Series: Quelle surprise, The Sopranos beats out Boston Legal and its annoying theme song, The Closer, Grey's Anatomy, and Mad Men. I actually wrote that sentence before they even announced the winner. Actors are so predictable!
I can't believe Emile Hirsch got cute. Didn't see that one coming. The cast of Into the Wild is also up for Best Ensemble in a film.
Actor in a Supporting Role: Javier Bardem for No Country for Old Men which also means no award for old man Hal Holbrook. I read an interview with HH recently that bummed me out. Instead of reflecting upon his many achievements instead he looked back on a career full of missed opportunities. Sad.
Actress in a Comedy Series: Tina Fey. Excellent. She was up against Christina Applegate, though, so it must not have been too hard to win. She's endearingly self-effacing as she compares herself to Fred Astaire's hat rack.
Actor in a Comedy Series: Alec Baldwin. I guess no one understands calling your kid a "rude little pig" better than your fellow actors. I'm glad AB's been forgiven as he's way too awesome on 30 Rock. Besides, though I found his behavior fairly reprehensible, this is also why I don't have kids. I would be way too tempted to say the same thing someday. Isn't that awful? Yeah.
Some lady with weird glasses (Ruby Dee) introduces American Gangster, also up for Best Film Ensemble.
Comedy Series Ensemble: 30 Rock has to win. Desperate Housewives cannot win. Entourage is a comedy? I don't watch The Office. I love Ugly Betty, but lately it makes me cry more than laugh. Also, America Ferrara's losing too much weight. NOOOO!! How could 30 Rock not win? Pffft. Grudging kudos to the cast of The Office.
Time for a SAG infomercial followed by an Alan Rosenberg appearance. He's the President of SAG, and I used to love him on LA Law. He's also married to that hottie Marg Helgenberger.
Denis Leary and Burt Reynolds present Charles Durning with the Lifetime Achievement Award. Durning seems a bit frail, but he's charming and I love that he's married to his childhood sweetheart.
Actor in a Television Movie or Miniseries: I haven't seen any of these films. I don't watch TV movies unless they're on Lifetime. Kevin Kline wins for something or other, and he's not even there to accept it.
3:10 to Yuma is introduced by Ben Foster (Angel from X-Men: The Crap Stand). He's 27 but looks 17.
Mickey Rooney (he's still alive?!!) comes out to give the award for Actress in a Television Movie or Miniseries. Euw. There's Debra Messing again. Clapping for herself. When and why did they all start doing that? So tacky. Rooney keeps calling it a tie, Messing looks like she's going to cry, and Queen Latifah (or Miss Latifah as Rooney calls her) wins the award.
Josh Brolin introduces the In Memoriam montage. Poor Brad Renfro. Sam the Butcher (Allan Melvin)! Ahh, Robert Goulet. Marcel Marceau (who will carry the mime torch now?) Heath Ledger, strangely, got nothing but a two-second flash on the screen. I guess he was added on? I'm still baffled by how sad his death made me.
Viggo Mortensen is sporting some really unfortunate facial hair. Also, his burgundies don't match (vest and tie). I still heart him, though. He's here to present Best Supporting Actress in a Film to Ruby Dee who looks like she doesn't realize her name's been called.
Is this show going to end anytime soon? I'm on Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow now and the Clock Tower awaits.
Tommy Lee Jones introduces No Country for Old Men which wins (I skipped ahead). Josh Brolin rambled on while Woody Harrelson reminded him to thank the Coen Brothers.
Oh oh! It's Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey! I so don't want to see their new movie. They give the Best Actor in a Film award to Daniel Day Lewis who looks exactly the same as when he won the Oscar for My Left Foot. Goodness, the crowd is on its feet. I guess my friend George was right about his performance in There Will Be Blood. He dedicates his Actor to Heath Ledger in a classy and moving speech.
Best Actress in a Film goes to Julie Christie for Away From Her. I really need to see that movie as I'm a big admirer of Sarah Polley.
Tom Cruise is brave to show his face in public as he announces Best Ensemble in a Film. Too bad he doesn't get to present the award to his fellow Scientologist John Travolta as the aforementioned No Country for Old Men takes home the top prize.
Thank you and good night,
Ms. P
We are the Champions
Winners of the weekend...
Australian Open
Maria Sharapova and Novak Djokovic emerged victorious. I really wanted Ana Ivanovic to beat MS but knew she wouldn't. Yuri Sharapov, Maria's creepy Unabomber father won the hearts of many when he made a throat slashing motion after his daughter beat Justine Henin. He is one class act. I think he might be worse than Richard Williams (father of Venus and Serena).
I'm thrilled that Djokovic won his first grand slam. I'm not thrilled that my DVR stopped recording the match in the third set so I missed it. I wonder if his opponent, Jo-Wilfred Tsonga, will end up like fellow countrywoman Marion Bartoli and fade into obscurity after a surprise Grand Slam final appearance. Let's hope not.
Politics
Barack Obama trounced Hillary Clinton in the South Carolina Primary. We'll see what happens on Super Tuesday but Obama definitely has the momentum now. I don't care who gets the nomination as long as they WIN in November.
Figure Skating
Farewell Kimmie Meisner. She wasn't even in the top four as Mirai Nagasu, a 14 year old Californian, took home the gold in her first senior appearance. Too bad she and Caroline Zhang (who placed fourth) are too young to go to Worlds. Annoying male pairs skater John Baldwin (he's the blond guy who looks like Syndrome from The Incredibles) proposed to his partner Rene Inoue after their free skate. This would have been rather touching if Inoue hadn't looked mortified. Apparently she said, "yes" but it sure didn't seem like a moment of joy. Maybe she was hoping John Zimmerman would ask instead. Too bad he's already taken.
I'll be back tonight with SAG Awards coverage. The Actors definitely rank up there as one of the most nauseating awards shows as there's nothing more ickily self-aggrandizing than a bunch of actors sitting around congratulating each other and themselves. However, with the WGA strike still going on, this may be the only one they're allowed to show up to so I'll take my tacky glitz and glamour where I can.
Speaking of glamour, I found the Holy Grail of handbags at Neiman Marcus yesterday. I never thought I would covet a $1000 purse, but here I am... Damn you, Marc Jacobs!!!! Damn you straight to fashion hell!
I ate Krispy Kreme's for breakfast.
Unk,
Ms. P
Australian Open
Maria Sharapova and Novak Djokovic emerged victorious. I really wanted Ana Ivanovic to beat MS but knew she wouldn't. Yuri Sharapov, Maria's creepy Unabomber father won the hearts of many when he made a throat slashing motion after his daughter beat Justine Henin. He is one class act. I think he might be worse than Richard Williams (father of Venus and Serena).
I'm thrilled that Djokovic won his first grand slam. I'm not thrilled that my DVR stopped recording the match in the third set so I missed it. I wonder if his opponent, Jo-Wilfred Tsonga, will end up like fellow countrywoman Marion Bartoli and fade into obscurity after a surprise Grand Slam final appearance. Let's hope not.
Politics
Barack Obama trounced Hillary Clinton in the South Carolina Primary. We'll see what happens on Super Tuesday but Obama definitely has the momentum now. I don't care who gets the nomination as long as they WIN in November.
Figure Skating
Farewell Kimmie Meisner. She wasn't even in the top four as Mirai Nagasu, a 14 year old Californian, took home the gold in her first senior appearance. Too bad she and Caroline Zhang (who placed fourth) are too young to go to Worlds. Annoying male pairs skater John Baldwin (he's the blond guy who looks like Syndrome from The Incredibles) proposed to his partner Rene Inoue after their free skate. This would have been rather touching if Inoue hadn't looked mortified. Apparently she said, "yes" but it sure didn't seem like a moment of joy. Maybe she was hoping John Zimmerman would ask instead. Too bad he's already taken.
I'll be back tonight with SAG Awards coverage. The Actors definitely rank up there as one of the most nauseating awards shows as there's nothing more ickily self-aggrandizing than a bunch of actors sitting around congratulating each other and themselves. However, with the WGA strike still going on, this may be the only one they're allowed to show up to so I'll take my tacky glitz and glamour where I can.
Speaking of glamour, I found the Holy Grail of handbags at Neiman Marcus yesterday. I never thought I would covet a $1000 purse, but here I am... Damn you, Marc Jacobs!!!! Damn you straight to fashion hell!
I ate Krispy Kreme's for breakfast.
Unk,
Ms. P
Friday, January 25, 2008
John Gibson Still Sucks
We've been talking, briefly, about Fox Radio butthead John Gibson's remarks regarding Heath Ledger's death (you can listen to it here) in the comments of another post. Gibson apologized on Fox today... if he offended you. Not for what he said. Sadly, he did not apologize for being the King of Choads.
In other news, long live the Serbs as Novak Djokovic conquered Roger Federer in straight sets during last night's men's semifinal of the Australian Open. Also, congrats to Ana Ivanovic for making it to her second slam final in a year. I thought Hantuchova'd done her in. If she beats Sharapova, I will be jumping for joy.
Shucks,
Ms. P
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Lucy Daughter of the Devil
Does anyone else watch this show? A friend sent this to me and obviously I'm way late to the game, but I was charmed. Love how Satan was watching The Daily Show.
Anyhoodles, thanks Russell. I kinda get why you live for Lucy.
I'm actually working (sort of). It feels weird.
Ms. P
Project Runway: Jazzin' for Blue Jean
Also: The Westboro Baptist Lunatics and Australian Open (old) news to follow...
On tonight's Project Runway the designers were challenged to re-imagine Levi's 501 jeans. We learn a bit more about the contestants - Rami survived the rigors growing up in Israel by sketching clothes, Victorya's mother made her whatever she wanted. My friend Priscilla mentioned that V rolls her eyes a lot, and it's funny - the one flashback clip they showed had them heading to heaven. Twice. In 15 seconds. Believe it or not someone's crying, and it's not Ricky (Jillian keeps pricking her finger on the sewing machine, and she's losing it. Quelle tragedie!) Speaking of Ricky, Christian is irked that RL and his stupid hats are still around. He thinks Ricky should have gone home instead of Kit. Can't say I disagree.
We're back to snoozeville here come runway time. I really hope they find more interesting designers next year. Ricky's cocktail dress isn't ... bad. Oh God. Cue waterworks. They like his work, and he's still in tears! Sheesh. Sweet P's modern patchwork was chic (and Michael Kors agreed). As for Victorya, was that skirt pleated or gathered or both? What was that? Besides lame, I mean. Rami's look is, of course, high end. For some reason I'm reminded of a classier Jeffrey Sebelia (perhaps because of the zippers on the outside of the dress). Christian loves the 80s. He just cannot help himself. I will give him props for creativity for adding the motocross jacket sleeves to the bottom of the jeans. Jillian maybe needed a poke in the head instead. Her jacket thing with the ruffled denim cuffs is strange at best. I don't even understand those red tabs on the shoulders. They look like little post its or something.
It's judgment time... well, bye bye Korea. Victorya's eyes will roll no more as Jillian lives to see another day. Ricky actually won, and I imagine his triumph probably has him in the fetal position by now. That guy needs to buy stock in Kleenex.
I'm still po'ed about the Westboro (not officially a) Baptist Church Heath Ledger protest. I did a bit of reading up on these nutjobs and it turns out they're the same losers who picket American soldier funerals (because apparently fighting in Iraq is the same thing as being a "fag enabler"). These inbred idiots (they're not allowed to marry outside the church and since the church is comprised of three families and some pathetic stragglers, they give new life to the term "kissing cousins") need to learn to do something constructive with their time. Like, oh say, campaign for Mike Huckabee.
On the bright side, Al Gore announced today that he supports the legalization of gay marriage. I think this all but insures us that he's not running for president.
I missed some great Australian Open matches that bid farewell to Justine Henin, Venus and Serena Williams, and David Ferrer. Maria Sharapova's going to the final against, it looks like, Daniela Hantuchova (who's busy pummeling Ana Ivanovic while I write). Since I can't stand Sharapova and don't care about Hantuchova, I'm no longer interested in the women's draw. Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal are still in it on the men's side so I'll remain curious, especially if it's a Nadal vs Federer final. Even a Nadal/Djokovic final would be cool. Perhaps Djok can win his first slam - he's certainly deserving (and I love his lampooning of Sharapova. Grudging respect to her for liking it, too).
Okay, it's sleepy time,
Ms. P
On tonight's Project Runway the designers were challenged to re-imagine Levi's 501 jeans. We learn a bit more about the contestants - Rami survived the rigors growing up in Israel by sketching clothes, Victorya's mother made her whatever she wanted. My friend Priscilla mentioned that V rolls her eyes a lot, and it's funny - the one flashback clip they showed had them heading to heaven. Twice. In 15 seconds. Believe it or not someone's crying, and it's not Ricky (Jillian keeps pricking her finger on the sewing machine, and she's losing it. Quelle tragedie!) Speaking of Ricky, Christian is irked that RL and his stupid hats are still around. He thinks Ricky should have gone home instead of Kit. Can't say I disagree.
We're back to snoozeville here come runway time. I really hope they find more interesting designers next year. Ricky's cocktail dress isn't ... bad. Oh God. Cue waterworks. They like his work, and he's still in tears! Sheesh. Sweet P's modern patchwork was chic (and Michael Kors agreed). As for Victorya, was that skirt pleated or gathered or both? What was that? Besides lame, I mean. Rami's look is, of course, high end. For some reason I'm reminded of a classier Jeffrey Sebelia (perhaps because of the zippers on the outside of the dress). Christian loves the 80s. He just cannot help himself. I will give him props for creativity for adding the motocross jacket sleeves to the bottom of the jeans. Jillian maybe needed a poke in the head instead. Her jacket thing with the ruffled denim cuffs is strange at best. I don't even understand those red tabs on the shoulders. They look like little post its or something.
It's judgment time... well, bye bye Korea. Victorya's eyes will roll no more as Jillian lives to see another day. Ricky actually won, and I imagine his triumph probably has him in the fetal position by now. That guy needs to buy stock in Kleenex.
I'm still po'ed about the Westboro (not officially a) Baptist Church Heath Ledger protest. I did a bit of reading up on these nutjobs and it turns out they're the same losers who picket American soldier funerals (because apparently fighting in Iraq is the same thing as being a "fag enabler"). These inbred idiots (they're not allowed to marry outside the church and since the church is comprised of three families and some pathetic stragglers, they give new life to the term "kissing cousins") need to learn to do something constructive with their time. Like, oh say, campaign for Mike Huckabee.
On the bright side, Al Gore announced today that he supports the legalization of gay marriage. I think this all but insures us that he's not running for president.
I missed some great Australian Open matches that bid farewell to Justine Henin, Venus and Serena Williams, and David Ferrer. Maria Sharapova's going to the final against, it looks like, Daniela Hantuchova (who's busy pummeling Ana Ivanovic while I write). Since I can't stand Sharapova and don't care about Hantuchova, I'm no longer interested in the women's draw. Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal are still in it on the men's side so I'll remain curious, especially if it's a Nadal vs Federer final. Even a Nadal/Djokovic final would be cool. Perhaps Djok can win his first slam - he's certainly deserving (and I love his lampooning of Sharapova. Grudging respect to her for liking it, too).
Okay, it's sleepy time,
Ms. P
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Westboro Baptist Church: If There is a God, I Hope He Hates You and I Bet He Doesn't Hate Fags
I have seen some screwed up Evangelical shit in my time but this ranks up there. Let's all give Westboro Baptist Church a little ringy (their number is on the press release - double click on it and you can see the large version) and tell them how much God must appreciate what they're doing. Godhatesfags.com? Really? I'm speechless but for the exception of several swear words that I will refrain from typing.
But. F. Triple F. WTF??!!!!
Nothing about Westboro Baptist is relevant or consequential,
Ms. P
ps. I know I'm just feeding into whatever sickness WBC is by even writing about this stupid crap, but I couldn't help myself. I was just too shocked that anyone on this planet could be this ugly.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Lost In Austin: A Lot Can Happen in a Day
Well, I'm here. Truth be told, I'd rather be in Kentucky (don't tell my boss that!), and I never thought I'd say those words. Somehow I've resigned myself (in a pleasant sort of way) to being a Crestwood gal.
As for today's news...
Heath Ledger... RIP (shocking and sad in that strange, why is this shocking I didn't know him at all sort of way).
Brad Renfro... RIP (I know that's a bit old. I meant to mention it when it happened but didn't get around to it, which is lame).
I certainly hope things don't come in three's this time around.
Fred Thompson's out. Was he ever really in?
Barack and Hillary are going at it. This is a drag. I hope that people can see beyond "black man and white woman fighting," although after listening to Rush Limbaugh (I was with my mother and had no choice) for a bit today, I'm rather doubtful.
American Idol was in San Diego which was rather dull. The weird guy with the long fingernails whose voice was barely a whisper did manage to freak me out, though. What is with the dudes and the nails this season?
I've been toodling around on Twitter and Facebook and can't seem to figure out the point of either, although reading the random thoughts of my internet friends has proved to be fairly amusing.
Oscar nominations were announced this morning. Bit surprised at all the Juno love. I saw an interview with Marion Cotillard after she got her nod (for playing Edith Piaf in La Vie en Rose), and I almost have to retract my Golden Globes Access Hollywood sniping because she really is a babe! She made an impressive transformation into EP. Nice to see Hal Holbrook get a nom (even though it seems like he doesn't have a chance in hell over Javier Bardem) and ha ha, no Julia Roberts. Thank God for small favors. Cate Blanchett will probably win Best Supporting Actress, anyway. They sure can't give it to her for the universally panned Elizabeth II: Shrill and Shrillerer. Interesting to see what the telecast will be like. Maybe Jon Stewart can announce all the awards and get Stephen Colbert to give the acceptance speeches.
I'll be more interesting tomorrow. Possibly.
It's cold but I'm warm,
Ms. P
As for today's news...
Heath Ledger... RIP (shocking and sad in that strange, why is this shocking I didn't know him at all sort of way).
Brad Renfro... RIP (I know that's a bit old. I meant to mention it when it happened but didn't get around to it, which is lame).
I certainly hope things don't come in three's this time around.
Fred Thompson's out. Was he ever really in?
Barack and Hillary are going at it. This is a drag. I hope that people can see beyond "black man and white woman fighting," although after listening to Rush Limbaugh (I was with my mother and had no choice) for a bit today, I'm rather doubtful.
American Idol was in San Diego which was rather dull. The weird guy with the long fingernails whose voice was barely a whisper did manage to freak me out, though. What is with the dudes and the nails this season?
I've been toodling around on Twitter and Facebook and can't seem to figure out the point of either, although reading the random thoughts of my internet friends has proved to be fairly amusing.
Oscar nominations were announced this morning. Bit surprised at all the Juno love. I saw an interview with Marion Cotillard after she got her nod (for playing Edith Piaf in La Vie en Rose), and I almost have to retract my Golden Globes Access Hollywood sniping because she really is a babe! She made an impressive transformation into EP. Nice to see Hal Holbrook get a nom (even though it seems like he doesn't have a chance in hell over Javier Bardem) and ha ha, no Julia Roberts. Thank God for small favors. Cate Blanchett will probably win Best Supporting Actress, anyway. They sure can't give it to her for the universally panned Elizabeth II: Shrill and Shrillerer. Interesting to see what the telecast will be like. Maybe Jon Stewart can announce all the awards and get Stephen Colbert to give the acceptance speeches.
I'll be more interesting tomorrow. Possibly.
It's cold but I'm warm,
Ms. P
Monday, January 21, 2008
I Would Walk 500 Miles...
Or drive, rather. I just finished my 500 mile shift and after eight hours behind the wheel I've got the stares.
But it's nice to be a passenger as we finish listening to The Kid Stays in the Picture by Robert Evans. I've actually listened to this before, years ago, and wondered if I would still be enchanted by the old school producer's charm. You bet I am. I recommend this to anyone who enjoys Hollywood stories. This is one of the best. I don't even mind that he calls women "broads" or is a Republican.
We're making our way to Dullass. Good times. I'm going to return my attention to Evans and Castlevania Harmony of Dissonance now.
Monday Monday,
Ms. P
ps. I don't know what Mike Huckabee was talking about when he said he improved the roads in Arkansas because I'm bouncing around like a rag doll right now. Sheesh.
But it's nice to be a passenger as we finish listening to The Kid Stays in the Picture by Robert Evans. I've actually listened to this before, years ago, and wondered if I would still be enchanted by the old school producer's charm. You bet I am. I recommend this to anyone who enjoys Hollywood stories. This is one of the best. I don't even mind that he calls women "broads" or is a Republican.
We're making our way to Dullass. Good times. I'm going to return my attention to Evans and Castlevania Harmony of Dissonance now.
Monday Monday,
Ms. P
ps. I don't know what Mike Huckabee was talking about when he said he improved the roads in Arkansas because I'm bouncing around like a rag doll right now. Sheesh.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
I Feel Sicko: Dan, Hillary, and McCain in Real Life
Things that happened this weekend:
I watched Michael Moore's Sicko. Boy, that was depressing. Unfortunately, every person I know that's dealt with socialized medicine never has anything good to say about it. However, I think insurance companies border on criminal in their handling of clients. I need to read up on Hillary's Universal Health Care Plan.
Speaking of Hillary, she won Nevada, which was either a surprise or her campaign made us think it was a surprise. The thrill of lowered expectations. McCain won South Carolina and that actually was a bit shocking, but Huckabee more or less had the wheels waving bye bye to the cart this week when he said the Constitution should be rewritten to reflect God's standards and compared homosexuality to bestiality. He's so awesome, that Huckabee. Not crazy at all.
I also had the displeasure of sitting through Dan in Real Life. What was Steve Carell thinking?! What was Juliette Binoche thinking?!! What were the producers thinking when they cast Dane Cook?!! I work in the music industry... I spend enough time with self-involved idiots, thanks. That he had an epiphany at the end of the film meant nothing to me. Too little too late, Dan.
In sports news, my first experience with the Australian Open has been quite gratifying, I must say. I've gradually progressed to watching all the slams (I used to be a Wimbledon only girl) and though it eats up hours and hours, it's a good time for tennis. I was awake until 5 am Friday night watching Roger Federer triumph over Janko Tipsarevic in a four and a half hour nail biter. Kudos to Tipsarevic, the Oakley wearing classic literature lover who has "Beauty will save the world" tattooed on his arm, for turning in an impressive performance. He might become my favorite Serb (which is tough considering there's a wealth of them right now, and they're all pretty excellent).
Speaking of 5 am, that's when the action ended in Australia. I couldn't believe things were still going at the Rod Laver Arena when I woke up Saturday morning. Lleyton Hewitt (bleah!) and Marcos Baghdatis (yeah!) didn't hit the court til after midnight. Hewitt eventually triumphed but not before MB put his usual heart into the match. Baghdatis came under scrutiny recently when video surfaced that showed him chanting "Turks out" at a barbecue. After reading up on Turkey's invasion of Cyprus, I might be chanting the same if I were him.
Tomorrow I'm off to Texas for two months. Fascinating reports from the Lone Star State heading your way ::snort::.
Drivin n Cryin,
Ms. P
I watched Michael Moore's Sicko. Boy, that was depressing. Unfortunately, every person I know that's dealt with socialized medicine never has anything good to say about it. However, I think insurance companies border on criminal in their handling of clients. I need to read up on Hillary's Universal Health Care Plan.
Speaking of Hillary, she won Nevada, which was either a surprise or her campaign made us think it was a surprise. The thrill of lowered expectations. McCain won South Carolina and that actually was a bit shocking, but Huckabee more or less had the wheels waving bye bye to the cart this week when he said the Constitution should be rewritten to reflect God's standards and compared homosexuality to bestiality. He's so awesome, that Huckabee. Not crazy at all.
I also had the displeasure of sitting through Dan in Real Life. What was Steve Carell thinking?! What was Juliette Binoche thinking?!! What were the producers thinking when they cast Dane Cook?!! I work in the music industry... I spend enough time with self-involved idiots, thanks. That he had an epiphany at the end of the film meant nothing to me. Too little too late, Dan.
In sports news, my first experience with the Australian Open has been quite gratifying, I must say. I've gradually progressed to watching all the slams (I used to be a Wimbledon only girl) and though it eats up hours and hours, it's a good time for tennis. I was awake until 5 am Friday night watching Roger Federer triumph over Janko Tipsarevic in a four and a half hour nail biter. Kudos to Tipsarevic, the Oakley wearing classic literature lover who has "Beauty will save the world" tattooed on his arm, for turning in an impressive performance. He might become my favorite Serb (which is tough considering there's a wealth of them right now, and they're all pretty excellent).
Speaking of 5 am, that's when the action ended in Australia. I couldn't believe things were still going at the Rod Laver Arena when I woke up Saturday morning. Lleyton Hewitt (bleah!) and Marcos Baghdatis (yeah!) didn't hit the court til after midnight. Hewitt eventually triumphed but not before MB put his usual heart into the match. Baghdatis came under scrutiny recently when video surfaced that showed him chanting "Turks out" at a barbecue. After reading up on Turkey's invasion of Cyprus, I might be chanting the same if I were him.
Tomorrow I'm off to Texas for two months. Fascinating reports from the Lone Star State heading your way ::snort::.
Drivin n Cryin,
Ms. P
Friday, January 18, 2008
Cloverfield: I've Been Cloverf***ed!
*SPOILER ALERT*
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*SPOILER ALERT*
Okay, I hope I've given fair enough warning.
Ahh, JJ Abrams and your previously named Untitled JJ Abrams Project. You stink! Clocking in at only 74 minutes, the time I spent with the Cloverfield kids felt like an eternity.
I knew I should have followed my sturdy common sense and stayed away from this movie. Everything about it screamed, "You won't like this!" from the shaky cam (I can't be the only person who gets nauseous from that) to the glossy young people to the Blair Witch vibe. However, it got some good reviews and earlier this week a friend of mine's enthusiasm swayed me to the stupid side.
The movie was so boring I actually took notes while I was watching.
Some highlights:
"How does every building in New York City have emergency backup power?"
"I spent all day watching the news coverage on 9/11 and people in New York are NOT this annoying in a crisis."
"That Rob guy looks too young to be a VP of anything."
"Janice from Mean Girls just said, 'It was eating people!'"
"It's hard to be afraid when you can't even tell what's happening."
"Ooh! Sephora!"
"If you're running for your life and crying like a little girl, would you really be holding a camera up?"
"How did he have cell phone reception in the subway?"
"Um, why is the guy with the light walking behind everyone in the dark tunnel?"
"How did they get from Spring Street to 59th so fast on foot?"
"There's a mall at the 59th St stop at Lexington?"
"Geez, would these idiots die already?"
To sum it up, catch Cloverfield if you want to see what it would be like if the contestants on The Real World got attacked by some giant sea monster who sheds weird crablike alien creatures while destroying Manhattan.
The End.
Ms. P
*SPOILER ALERT*
*SPOILER ALERT*
*SPOILER ALERT*
Okay, I hope I've given fair enough warning.
Ahh, JJ Abrams and your previously named Untitled JJ Abrams Project. You stink! Clocking in at only 74 minutes, the time I spent with the Cloverfield kids felt like an eternity.
I knew I should have followed my sturdy common sense and stayed away from this movie. Everything about it screamed, "You won't like this!" from the shaky cam (I can't be the only person who gets nauseous from that) to the glossy young people to the Blair Witch vibe. However, it got some good reviews and earlier this week a friend of mine's enthusiasm swayed me to the stupid side.
The movie was so boring I actually took notes while I was watching.
Some highlights:
"How does every building in New York City have emergency backup power?"
"I spent all day watching the news coverage on 9/11 and people in New York are NOT this annoying in a crisis."
"That Rob guy looks too young to be a VP of anything."
"Janice from Mean Girls just said, 'It was eating people!'"
"It's hard to be afraid when you can't even tell what's happening."
"Ooh! Sephora!"
"If you're running for your life and crying like a little girl, would you really be holding a camera up?"
"How did he have cell phone reception in the subway?"
"Um, why is the guy with the light walking behind everyone in the dark tunnel?"
"How did they get from Spring Street to 59th so fast on foot?"
"There's a mall at the 59th St stop at Lexington?"
"Geez, would these idiots die already?"
To sum it up, catch Cloverfield if you want to see what it would be like if the contestants on The Real World got attacked by some giant sea monster who sheds weird crablike alien creatures while destroying Manhattan.
The End.
Ms. P
Estaban Colberto es Muy Genio!
I may just have to join Lauren in her Stephen Colbert obsession. This is so brilliant. I'll watch UniMundo anytime!
Adios!
Ms. P
Thursday, January 17, 2008
American Idol: Fingernails and All
I read yesterday that American Idol lasts five months. Sheesh. I had no idea I was undertaking such a massive endeavor. We'll see if I can survive that long.
From former meth-heads to park maintenance workers, Dallas brought the boring. However, who can forget Bruce Dickson from Bastrop, the 19-year old who's never kissed a girl, but wears a key to your heart locket that he, uh, shares with his father. He plans to give the heart to his future love who I'm sure will be thrilled to wear a pendant that his dad's been wearing for years. Also, what is with all these young guys in pleated pants?!! Hello?!!
OH MY GOD. I feel sick. There's a guy who has a baggie full of his fingernails. That he's showing to Ryan. I'm seriously nauseous. He carries this. on. his. person. I mean, I have seen surgeries on TV that grossed me out less than this. Brandon Green, you're a freak! I thought he was beyond mediocre, but apparently Paula and Randy are on the happy juice today because they send him to Hollywood where I'm sure Los Angelenos will welcome BG and his creepy nail collection with open arms.
The judges continue to make some baffling decisions, sending a weird Janis Joplin wannabe and the young presidential hopeful through. We're treated to some atrocious singing, of course, and crap, did I just hear "Unchained Melody" again? I won't even talk about the "Since You've Been Gone" montage.
I can't be bothered to tell you all about Dallas such is my bias against that soulless city (sorry Mom!), and I need to move on to other things.
Things like Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles and Cashmere Mafia, two completely opposite yet flawed examples of girl power. As my friend Pat said (re: CM), "Aside from being badly written, it falls into that category of stuff about women that attempts to explode feminine stereotypes but only reinforces them." I agree, but there's something I like about three of the women (the blonde makeup executive, not so much). I actually find Lucy Liu's Mia Mason more sympathetic than Carrie Bradshaw (have I mentioned that I hate CB before? I'm sure I have). Unfortunately, they're both challenged when it comes to fashion and men. I feel like Cashmere Mafia has promise, but the writing does make me embarrassed to be a lady-type a little too often. Terminator: TSCC seems a bit lost right now but has the potential to be a good action drama. I'm a little bummed that Summer Glau and a lot of violence are all the show has going for it. Lena Headey's unrelenting whiny introspection and Thomas Dekker's teenage rebellion both feel a bit tired. I'll keep hoping, though, that this truly is the year for strong women.
Strong women like Hillary Clinton, who more or less turned Barack Obama and John Edwards into her bitches in the return to civility debate in Nevada. Clinton returned to fighting form after her "human" moment and scary Meet the Press appearance as she moved things back on track with an intelligent performance that seemed to play well with the audience and pundits alike. Though I felt like Obama and Edwards fell in line like schoolboys, I also thought they both sounded accomplished and well-spoken (especially Obama who generally doesn't impress me as a debater).
Alright, I've made up for not posting yesterday.
Feeling gray,
Ms. P
From former meth-heads to park maintenance workers, Dallas brought the boring. However, who can forget Bruce Dickson from Bastrop, the 19-year old who's never kissed a girl, but wears a key to your heart locket that he, uh, shares with his father. He plans to give the heart to his future love who I'm sure will be thrilled to wear a pendant that his dad's been wearing for years. Also, what is with all these young guys in pleated pants?!! Hello?!!
OH MY GOD. I feel sick. There's a guy who has a baggie full of his fingernails. That he's showing to Ryan. I'm seriously nauseous. He carries this. on. his. person. I mean, I have seen surgeries on TV that grossed me out less than this. Brandon Green, you're a freak! I thought he was beyond mediocre, but apparently Paula and Randy are on the happy juice today because they send him to Hollywood where I'm sure Los Angelenos will welcome BG and his creepy nail collection with open arms.
The judges continue to make some baffling decisions, sending a weird Janis Joplin wannabe and the young presidential hopeful through. We're treated to some atrocious singing, of course, and crap, did I just hear "Unchained Melody" again? I won't even talk about the "Since You've Been Gone" montage.
I can't be bothered to tell you all about Dallas such is my bias against that soulless city (sorry Mom!), and I need to move on to other things.
Things like Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles and Cashmere Mafia, two completely opposite yet flawed examples of girl power. As my friend Pat said (re: CM), "Aside from being badly written, it falls into that category of stuff about women that attempts to explode feminine stereotypes but only reinforces them." I agree, but there's something I like about three of the women (the blonde makeup executive, not so much). I actually find Lucy Liu's Mia Mason more sympathetic than Carrie Bradshaw (have I mentioned that I hate CB before? I'm sure I have). Unfortunately, they're both challenged when it comes to fashion and men. I feel like Cashmere Mafia has promise, but the writing does make me embarrassed to be a lady-type a little too often. Terminator: TSCC seems a bit lost right now but has the potential to be a good action drama. I'm a little bummed that Summer Glau and a lot of violence are all the show has going for it. Lena Headey's unrelenting whiny introspection and Thomas Dekker's teenage rebellion both feel a bit tired. I'll keep hoping, though, that this truly is the year for strong women.
Strong women like Hillary Clinton, who more or less turned Barack Obama and John Edwards into her bitches in the return to civility debate in Nevada. Clinton returned to fighting form after her "human" moment and scary Meet the Press appearance as she moved things back on track with an intelligent performance that seemed to play well with the audience and pundits alike. Though I felt like Obama and Edwards fell in line like schoolboys, I also thought they both sounded accomplished and well-spoken (especially Obama who generally doesn't impress me as a debater).
Alright, I've made up for not posting yesterday.
Feeling gray,
Ms. P
Project Runway: Back in Style
I've been disappointed by nearly every episode of Project Runway this season. I don't know if it's because the designers are lacking in personality or the garments are. Perhaps a bit of both. However, they turned it around last night with a bit of a weak challenge that produced excellent results. Or, rather, I thought basing the challenge around a hairstyle was a bit lame but letting the designers go avant garde worked really well.The contestants worked in teams to create one couture-esque piece and one ready to wear based on the original garment. Christian and Chris created an amazing ruffled organza full length dress with what appeared to be a giant fan coming off the left shoulder. Chris joked that he was building a cell phone tower so they could call out when he was making it. As you can see by the photo, it was very involved. Their ready to wear piece bit it, I think, but who cares when the dress was such a stunner.
Rami (who came off like a sexist control freak) was paired with Sweet P (who might infurate me, too, so maybe I'm being harsh) and the duo came up with a typical Rami elegantly draped yet utterly boring dress with some poorly made black pants underneath. Sweet P made a cute little gray dress to go along with it that both the judges and I thought was better than the showcase frock.
Jillian and Victorya really surprised me with their punk equestrian look. Jillian fashioned a stunning black double breasted jacket with a long train and pink lining. They paired this with a white shirt and jodphurs. Their ready to wear piece (an off the shoulder black minidress) was simple but cute.
Kit Pistol and Ricky "I must cry every five minutes while wearing a different hat" Lizalde made some sort of strange Little House on the Prairie giant hoop skirted nightmare. It looked like they ran to the country cupboard, pulled out all the sheets and exploded them onto their model. I won't even talk about their commercial piece. Blech.
In the end it's bye bye Kit. I do think Rami is the better designer so it makes more sense that he stayed. Too bad he's the bigger jerk, too.
You can see the rest of the looks at BravoTV.com.
Rally!
Ms. P
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
American Idol: How Deep Is Your Love
I went back to Tae Kwon Do class for the first time in a month so I sit here writing with ice packs on both feet. Pathetic, right? Adding to the patheticness is my endeavor to semi-live blog the first episode of American Idol.
I wonder if I can make it through the whole season. I've given up on Make Me A Supermodel (boring contestants, boring hosts) and Dance War: Bruno vs Carrie (boring contestants, one boring host and its name isn't Bruno) so I'm ripe for the picking when it comes to facing proof that we're all going to hell. I've only seen AI a handful of times so for all you junkies out there I hope you appreciate that I'm a veritable Idol Virgin! Oh boy!
I've missed Ryan Seacrest since the Emmys. It's good to spend some qt with ol' Ry as he chats up little kids and grandmas alike. Right now I'm getting some history lessons as he tells us all about Philadelphia and how it was the home to "of course, Ben Franklin." Oh yeah, and Rocky.
It's quite shocking to me that Philadelphia alone garnered an entire arena full of young singing hopefuls. Paula Abdul shows up and gives some "please don't touch me" hugs to the girls lined up awaiting her arrival.
First up is Joey Catalano, a 19-year old who says his 204 lb weight loss has done so much for him (but not his fashion sense, apparently. Joey, you're 19, lose the pleated pants, dude!) At least JC doesn't have to "fake the funk" (his words, not mine) as he belts out some stupid Maroon 5 song. I say "some stupid Maroon 5 song" because all Maroon 5 songs are stupid. Paula's rocking out and all three judges agree - Joey's going to Hollywood! Philadelphia has its first success story!
Gawd, American Idol is on season seven already? That's just craziness. I resisted this show for a long time and when I finally gave in (I was still living in LA at the time), I watched with a friend of mine and we laughed and laughed at all the disasters until one of the contestants (who tanked rather spectacularly) turned out to be a homeless kid I used to counsel at Covenant House. He would always sing in group, and he had a lovely voice. I'm not sure what happened in his audition. Anyway, that put the kibosh on the funny and I haven't really seen it since (other than to watch Taylor "Soul Patrol Here Today, Gone Tomorrow" Hicks win, whenever that was).
But here I am ready to be rude to strangers once again. I'm honestly baffled by some of these contestants, much as I am during the initial stages of So You Think You Can Dance. Are people really this deluded or are they in on the joke? Someone, please clue me in.
There's an Egyptian guy who loves the Bee Gees and a girl named Melanie who does Natasha Bedingfield (and makes it through). Next up: James Lewis, a 22-year old tour guide in Philly. He seems quite normal... until he starts singing... "Go Down Moses." He says he sounds like Eddie Vedder. He might be the first African American gentleman I've ever heard say that. Paula and Randy are obviously laughing in his face and I can't believe he has the guts to continue. I want to laugh, but I feel quite sad, actually. James told us his co-workers encouraged him to do this. I remember another guy on SYTYCD who said the same thing, and I wonder why their co-workers hate these people. They seem perfectly nice to me.
Crikey, "Unchained Melody" should be banned from auditions. We're treated to a montage of dreadfulness until Junot Joyner, a 25- year old from Maryland gives us a lovely rendition of "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues," and Simon loses his barfy face and sends him through to Hollywood along with the guy who does "Unchain My Heart" in Spanish and some cute and slightly dorky white guy.
And then comes Temptress Brown... She's a 16-year old middle linebacker (for real!) who loves her sick mama and has very nice manners. She does that "I'm Not Going" song from Dreamgirls. She doesn't sing with the personality she possesses which is a bummer. At least the terrible trio are nice about it. TB cries and Paula calls for a group hug. Idol cares!
After the commercial break, it's Mark Hayes from New Jersey. Mark can chirp like crickets, but he cannot sing. He's followed by Udi Sampat who dresses up like a pimped out Elvis and does the MC Hammer dance for his co-workers as a way to motivate them. He sings "My Way" and yes, he certainly does it... his way. Simon dashes his hopes and tells him not to quit his day job.
Cue montage of totally crap renditions of "I Love Rock n Roll." Somewhere Joan Jett is crying.
All through the show we've seen glimpses of some crazy lady with glitter all over her face and are tantalized by the freak out that's to come. Crazy lady's name is Alexis Cohen and she "marches to the beat of a different drummer." AC thinks she's interesting and unique. I don't want to disavow her of this notion. Oh no, they're showing her and her insane living conditions (a studio apartment that she shares with her mother, two cats and a dog). Alexis channels her inner Grace Slick as she belts out "Somebody to Love" (damn it - Simon and Randy just used the word "channels", too, pfft). All told, I think the judges were pretty kind, but Alexis comes out and starts spewing a bunch of rehearsed sounding invectives. She then declares she's going into acting and tells the camera that Simon can kiss her ass. She also gives the finger... many times.
I just got a CNN update that Mitten won the Michigan Primary. Drat! Or maybe that's good. I don't know yet.
Cue laughter and tears montage followed by Angela Martin, a girl who had a baby when she was a senior in high school. Her daughter has health issues and she's here singing for her and her family. God, she better not suck, it will be too heartbreaking. Whew. After serenading us with some Stevie, she's on to Hollywood. Her family knocks Ryan down in their excitement, and he looks... rather blank, actually. An honest Seacrest moment.
Moving on to day two... and God knows, it might take you two days to read this damn post. Are you still with me? Thanks, you.
Anyway, day two brings us Elise something or other who dances around the holding room like a crazed stripper, cites Regina Spektor (sorry Reg) as an influence, and goodness... is that singing? I feel like I'm watching a cartoon. On acid. And just as I wrote that, Simon said she reminds him of a nightmare he had last week. I hate to think that Simon and I are linked in any manner (I'll take his shiny white teeth and gobs of money, though). Cue string of screeching white chicks.
I'm not even going to talk about Milo the middle-aged bald guy in the leopard print furry vest who performs a song called "No Sex Allowed."
He's followed by Kristy Lee Cook the cage fighter from Oregon and her "Amazing Grace." She sounds as lovely as she looks and the judges seem relieved. I would say expect to see more of her, but last time I did that the girl was gone by the time I watched the show again.
After the commercials, some freak dressed in Princess Leia's slave outfit from Return of the Jedi shows up. And when I say, "some freak" I mean "some dude with a really hairy chest." They don't even let him sing.
Cue montage of disgruntled rejects who must be bleeped.
Nondescript Paul Marturano sings a stalker ode to Paula. Geez, I hope there's a judge handy to sign a restraining order. There was one funny line where he warbled, "If she was Columbo, I'd Peter Falk her," but otherwise, it was pretty darn grody.
Here comes another cute blonde (Beth Stalker, nice segue) who can carry a tune, and she's a welcome break from the pain. Simon says no, but Paula and Randy override him and Stalker number two is on her way to Cali.
(By the way, this Moment of Truth show looks horrible... I will not be watching. Just in case you were wondering.)
Hairy chest guy is back. He got waxed, but he still looks... unappealing. They let him sing one line of "Don'tcha" before kicking him out again.
Chris Watson, who's here representing Delaware Tech, sings some Uncle Cracker song. This is kind of humorously ironic considering that Chris is African American. He's quite pretty and the judges dig him. Yes, yes, yes!
Is this over yet? I'm desperate to watch the debate.
Cue montage of non-disgruntled rejects.
A ha! The last two contestants. Christina Talisano, a future corrections officer from Connecticut, is also sporting Princess Leia gear. Princess Leia hair, to be more specific (along with a Star Wars belt). She says "duh" a lot and tells us that men love her. I'm not sure if I'm afraid or amused. Her trilling is making my ears bleed. Aww, after getting the no she lamented, "If a dork walks in the door, they don't want you." Dork discrimination! Let's picket!
The last contestant is Brooke, an adorable nanny from Van Nuys who's never seen a rated R movie (and neither has her husband, apparently). Miss Sunshine and Light gets her ticket to LA, and roll credits.
I'm not going to tell you the word count of this post. It's too embarrassing. I can't believe there's another two hour episode tomorrow night. In Texas, no less. How do you Idol people do it?!! Sigh.
Nighties,
Ms. P
I wonder if I can make it through the whole season. I've given up on Make Me A Supermodel (boring contestants, boring hosts) and Dance War: Bruno vs Carrie (boring contestants, one boring host and its name isn't Bruno) so I'm ripe for the picking when it comes to facing proof that we're all going to hell. I've only seen AI a handful of times so for all you junkies out there I hope you appreciate that I'm a veritable Idol Virgin! Oh boy!
I've missed Ryan Seacrest since the Emmys. It's good to spend some qt with ol' Ry as he chats up little kids and grandmas alike. Right now I'm getting some history lessons as he tells us all about Philadelphia and how it was the home to "of course, Ben Franklin." Oh yeah, and Rocky.
It's quite shocking to me that Philadelphia alone garnered an entire arena full of young singing hopefuls. Paula Abdul shows up and gives some "please don't touch me" hugs to the girls lined up awaiting her arrival.
First up is Joey Catalano, a 19-year old who says his 204 lb weight loss has done so much for him (but not his fashion sense, apparently. Joey, you're 19, lose the pleated pants, dude!) At least JC doesn't have to "fake the funk" (his words, not mine) as he belts out some stupid Maroon 5 song. I say "some stupid Maroon 5 song" because all Maroon 5 songs are stupid. Paula's rocking out and all three judges agree - Joey's going to Hollywood! Philadelphia has its first success story!
Gawd, American Idol is on season seven already? That's just craziness. I resisted this show for a long time and when I finally gave in (I was still living in LA at the time), I watched with a friend of mine and we laughed and laughed at all the disasters until one of the contestants (who tanked rather spectacularly) turned out to be a homeless kid I used to counsel at Covenant House. He would always sing in group, and he had a lovely voice. I'm not sure what happened in his audition. Anyway, that put the kibosh on the funny and I haven't really seen it since (other than to watch Taylor "Soul Patrol Here Today, Gone Tomorrow" Hicks win, whenever that was).
But here I am ready to be rude to strangers once again. I'm honestly baffled by some of these contestants, much as I am during the initial stages of So You Think You Can Dance. Are people really this deluded or are they in on the joke? Someone, please clue me in.
There's an Egyptian guy who loves the Bee Gees and a girl named Melanie who does Natasha Bedingfield (and makes it through). Next up: James Lewis, a 22-year old tour guide in Philly. He seems quite normal... until he starts singing... "Go Down Moses." He says he sounds like Eddie Vedder. He might be the first African American gentleman I've ever heard say that. Paula and Randy are obviously laughing in his face and I can't believe he has the guts to continue. I want to laugh, but I feel quite sad, actually. James told us his co-workers encouraged him to do this. I remember another guy on SYTYCD who said the same thing, and I wonder why their co-workers hate these people. They seem perfectly nice to me.
Crikey, "Unchained Melody" should be banned from auditions. We're treated to a montage of dreadfulness until Junot Joyner, a 25- year old from Maryland gives us a lovely rendition of "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues," and Simon loses his barfy face and sends him through to Hollywood along with the guy who does "Unchain My Heart" in Spanish and some cute and slightly dorky white guy.
And then comes Temptress Brown... She's a 16-year old middle linebacker (for real!) who loves her sick mama and has very nice manners. She does that "I'm Not Going" song from Dreamgirls. She doesn't sing with the personality she possesses which is a bummer. At least the terrible trio are nice about it. TB cries and Paula calls for a group hug. Idol cares!
After the commercial break, it's Mark Hayes from New Jersey. Mark can chirp like crickets, but he cannot sing. He's followed by Udi Sampat who dresses up like a pimped out Elvis and does the MC Hammer dance for his co-workers as a way to motivate them. He sings "My Way" and yes, he certainly does it... his way. Simon dashes his hopes and tells him not to quit his day job.
Cue montage of totally crap renditions of "I Love Rock n Roll." Somewhere Joan Jett is crying.
All through the show we've seen glimpses of some crazy lady with glitter all over her face and are tantalized by the freak out that's to come. Crazy lady's name is Alexis Cohen and she "marches to the beat of a different drummer." AC thinks she's interesting and unique. I don't want to disavow her of this notion. Oh no, they're showing her and her insane living conditions (a studio apartment that she shares with her mother, two cats and a dog). Alexis channels her inner Grace Slick as she belts out "Somebody to Love" (damn it - Simon and Randy just used the word "channels", too, pfft). All told, I think the judges were pretty kind, but Alexis comes out and starts spewing a bunch of rehearsed sounding invectives. She then declares she's going into acting and tells the camera that Simon can kiss her ass. She also gives the finger... many times.
I just got a CNN update that Mitten won the Michigan Primary. Drat! Or maybe that's good. I don't know yet.
Cue laughter and tears montage followed by Angela Martin, a girl who had a baby when she was a senior in high school. Her daughter has health issues and she's here singing for her and her family. God, she better not suck, it will be too heartbreaking. Whew. After serenading us with some Stevie, she's on to Hollywood. Her family knocks Ryan down in their excitement, and he looks... rather blank, actually. An honest Seacrest moment.
Moving on to day two... and God knows, it might take you two days to read this damn post. Are you still with me? Thanks, you.
Anyway, day two brings us Elise something or other who dances around the holding room like a crazed stripper, cites Regina Spektor (sorry Reg) as an influence, and goodness... is that singing? I feel like I'm watching a cartoon. On acid. And just as I wrote that, Simon said she reminds him of a nightmare he had last week. I hate to think that Simon and I are linked in any manner (I'll take his shiny white teeth and gobs of money, though). Cue string of screeching white chicks.
I'm not even going to talk about Milo the middle-aged bald guy in the leopard print furry vest who performs a song called "No Sex Allowed."
He's followed by Kristy Lee Cook the cage fighter from Oregon and her "Amazing Grace." She sounds as lovely as she looks and the judges seem relieved. I would say expect to see more of her, but last time I did that the girl was gone by the time I watched the show again.
After the commercials, some freak dressed in Princess Leia's slave outfit from Return of the Jedi shows up. And when I say, "some freak" I mean "some dude with a really hairy chest." They don't even let him sing.
Cue montage of disgruntled rejects who must be bleeped.
Nondescript Paul Marturano sings a stalker ode to Paula. Geez, I hope there's a judge handy to sign a restraining order. There was one funny line where he warbled, "If she was Columbo, I'd Peter Falk her," but otherwise, it was pretty darn grody.
Here comes another cute blonde (Beth Stalker, nice segue) who can carry a tune, and she's a welcome break from the pain. Simon says no, but Paula and Randy override him and Stalker number two is on her way to Cali.
(By the way, this Moment of Truth show looks horrible... I will not be watching. Just in case you were wondering.)
Hairy chest guy is back. He got waxed, but he still looks... unappealing. They let him sing one line of "Don'tcha" before kicking him out again.
Chris Watson, who's here representing Delaware Tech, sings some Uncle Cracker song. This is kind of humorously ironic considering that Chris is African American. He's quite pretty and the judges dig him. Yes, yes, yes!
Is this over yet? I'm desperate to watch the debate.
Cue montage of non-disgruntled rejects.
A ha! The last two contestants. Christina Talisano, a future corrections officer from Connecticut, is also sporting Princess Leia gear. Princess Leia hair, to be more specific (along with a Star Wars belt). She says "duh" a lot and tells us that men love her. I'm not sure if I'm afraid or amused. Her trilling is making my ears bleed. Aww, after getting the no she lamented, "If a dork walks in the door, they don't want you." Dork discrimination! Let's picket!
The last contestant is Brooke, an adorable nanny from Van Nuys who's never seen a rated R movie (and neither has her husband, apparently). Miss Sunshine and Light gets her ticket to LA, and roll credits.
I'm not going to tell you the word count of this post. It's too embarrassing. I can't believe there's another two hour episode tomorrow night. In Texas, no less. How do you Idol people do it?!! Sigh.
Nighties,
Ms. P
Tom Cruise on Tom Cruise, Scientologist
Well, I'm tired of chasing Tom Cruise's weirdo video around the internet so her'es Jerry O'Connell doing his best Tom Cruise, Scientologist.
As long as someone keeps finding it, I'll keep posting it. This one seems different, though. This appears to be about 9/11 and how Scientologists saved people at Ground Zero or something. I don't know. Tom Cruise could talk about the weather now and he would sound like a loon.
Okay, so TC is apparently all powerful and this video keeps getting removed. So here it is again. For now.
Wow, Tom Cruise sure is scary. I mean terrifying. I'm going to hide under my bed now.
Legacy Quest: Hillary Clinton vs Tyra Banks
Apparently Hillary Clinton went on Tyra's talk show and announced she would compete on Dancing with the Stars if she had to be on any reality show. Then she defended her remarks about Martin Luther King Jr.
Remarks that were, this morning, defended by Pat Buchanan on MSNBC. Oof, right? If I were Hills, I'd tell Pat, "Well, thanks, but no thanks."
I'm looking forward to the debate tonight. Tuesday's big for the tely with the Democratic Debate (and then there were three) on MSNBC, ongoing coverage of the Michigan Republican Primary (will this be the downfall of Mitten?!) and the start of American Idol. I'd like to see a presidential debate hosted by Simon Cowell.
Last night one of my favorite political writers, Fareed Zakaria, guested on A Daily Show. FZ is bright, funny and I'm looking forward to his upcoming CNN show. When talking about Musharraf in Pakistan it was eerily similar to our situation at home. "Deemed to be elected" President M has gone from 80% approval to 20% in eight years and is in possession of a Messiah complex. Hrmm... They also talked about George Bush's legacy quest and his recent bid for peace between Israel and Palestine.
This gave me a great idea for a video game. Legacy Quest: A President's Enduring Vision. Okay, maybe the title needs some work. The player gets to be any President from the last 50 years or so and must work to establish his his notable place in history. You must draft budgets for aid packages, negotiate with foreign leaders, meet with your cabinet, etc etc. Well, hunh. This sounded way more exciting in my head last night. Maybe I should throw in some dragons and a magical sword.
Of course, last night I fell asleep through all of prime time so my very important thoughts on Dance War: Bruno vs Carrie Ann and Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles later.
Everybody dance now!
Ms. P
Remarks that were, this morning, defended by Pat Buchanan on MSNBC. Oof, right? If I were Hills, I'd tell Pat, "Well, thanks, but no thanks."
I'm looking forward to the debate tonight. Tuesday's big for the tely with the Democratic Debate (and then there were three) on MSNBC, ongoing coverage of the Michigan Republican Primary (will this be the downfall of Mitten?!) and the start of American Idol. I'd like to see a presidential debate hosted by Simon Cowell.
Last night one of my favorite political writers, Fareed Zakaria, guested on A Daily Show. FZ is bright, funny and I'm looking forward to his upcoming CNN show. When talking about Musharraf in Pakistan it was eerily similar to our situation at home. "Deemed to be elected" President M has gone from 80% approval to 20% in eight years and is in possession of a Messiah complex. Hrmm... They also talked about George Bush's legacy quest and his recent bid for peace between Israel and Palestine.
This gave me a great idea for a video game. Legacy Quest: A President's Enduring Vision. Okay, maybe the title needs some work. The player gets to be any President from the last 50 years or so and must work to establish his his notable place in history. You must draft budgets for aid packages, negotiate with foreign leaders, meet with your cabinet, etc etc. Well, hunh. This sounded way more exciting in my head last night. Maybe I should throw in some dragons and a magical sword.
Of course, last night I fell asleep through all of prime time so my very important thoughts on Dance War: Bruno vs Carrie Ann and Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles later.
Everybody dance now!
Ms. P
Monday, January 14, 2008
Rock of Love 2: Like, I Can't Do This
I really can't. I feel like I'm failing you but I just cannot watch Bret Michaels and his bad wig smooch on these skanky girls with their overblown collagen-overdosed lips. I feel gross. I feel unamused.
I think if Bret didn't have kids he professes to love, I wouldn't mind so much, but all I can think about are his daughters and this is how they're going to see his father relate to women. This is what their father thinks of women. Euw. Double euw. Euw to infinity.
So I'm sorry kids, my Sundays are already full enough without the tramp quotient being upped to a ridonkulous degree. I often talk about the negative things repression does to you but in this case, I think a little repression could go a long, long way.
Moving on, I watched some other naked women this morning, but they were about as far from the Rock of Love mansion as you can get and still be in Los Angeles. The women (well, can you really call Summer Glau's terminatrix a woman?) of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles might have a ways to go to impress me, but the pilot episode was suitably full of action (and Bruce van Exel!) I'm not sure what's up with the recent British Invasion on the small screen but in SCC Linda Hamilton's been replaced by Lena Headey who's turned Sarah from fierce to bitchy as her accent slips in and out. I'm a bit loathe to follow Thomas Dekker onto another show after the Heroes controversy (he played Claire's gay friend Zach who turned out to be, err, not gay because (supposedly) his manager didn't want him doing homosexual characters). I'm not sure what to think - the producer's Wizard World story here and Dekker's "I posted on MySpace that gays are okay" story here. However, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. I guess. Still on the fence about this show, but it has potential. Definitely a better pilot than Bionic Woman, and I'm always into watching girls kick ass.
I finally finished Eclipse, book three in the Twilight series last night. I admit I cried when Jacob Black ran off into the woods. I still think Bella is a drip, though. Oh my, I just read they've cast Robert Pattinson (Cedric Diggory) as Edward for the movie which also stars Kristen Stewart (I knew she was destined for bigger things when I saw Panic Room) and will be directed by Catherine Hardwicke (Thirteen, Lords of Dogtown). Nice one! I hope they rewrite Edward and Bella's relationship a bit, though. It would be nice if they didn't come across like lovesick co-dependent morons.
Okay, I must away to work. It's all snowy outside but not enough to make snow ninjas. Drat.
I'm free!
Ms. P
I think if Bret didn't have kids he professes to love, I wouldn't mind so much, but all I can think about are his daughters and this is how they're going to see his father relate to women. This is what their father thinks of women. Euw. Double euw. Euw to infinity.
So I'm sorry kids, my Sundays are already full enough without the tramp quotient being upped to a ridonkulous degree. I often talk about the negative things repression does to you but in this case, I think a little repression could go a long, long way.
Moving on, I watched some other naked women this morning, but they were about as far from the Rock of Love mansion as you can get and still be in Los Angeles. The women (well, can you really call Summer Glau's terminatrix a woman?) of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles might have a ways to go to impress me, but the pilot episode was suitably full of action (and Bruce van Exel!) I'm not sure what's up with the recent British Invasion on the small screen but in SCC Linda Hamilton's been replaced by Lena Headey who's turned Sarah from fierce to bitchy as her accent slips in and out. I'm a bit loathe to follow Thomas Dekker onto another show after the Heroes controversy (he played Claire's gay friend Zach who turned out to be, err, not gay because (supposedly) his manager didn't want him doing homosexual characters). I'm not sure what to think - the producer's Wizard World story here and Dekker's "I posted on MySpace that gays are okay" story here. However, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. I guess. Still on the fence about this show, but it has potential. Definitely a better pilot than Bionic Woman, and I'm always into watching girls kick ass.
I finally finished Eclipse, book three in the Twilight series last night. I admit I cried when Jacob Black ran off into the woods. I still think Bella is a drip, though. Oh my, I just read they've cast Robert Pattinson (Cedric Diggory) as Edward for the movie which also stars Kristen Stewart (I knew she was destined for bigger things when I saw Panic Room) and will be directed by Catherine Hardwicke (Thirteen, Lords of Dogtown). Nice one! I hope they rewrite Edward and Bella's relationship a bit, though. It would be nice if they didn't come across like lovesick co-dependent morons.
Okay, I must away to work. It's all snowy outside but not enough to make snow ninjas. Drat.
I'm free!
Ms. P
Sunday, January 13, 2008
The Golden Globes - Live! Sort of!
Right now I'm watching the Dateline NBC pre-show. Does Dateline have writers who are on strike because some of the segues in these interviews have been dreadful. The worst, I think, was when they talked about Ellen Page in X-Men and showed a clip of Kitty Pryde running with Juggernaut chasing her and the voice over went something like "Page went from X-Men to the juggernaut of Juno." B-a-r-f. Page herself seems delightful but has that strange self-possession of child actors. You know, where they sound like they're 40 or something instead of 10-15-20.
Nikki Blonsky, on the other hand, refers to herself in the third person now and calls her hair and makeup people "my team". She was awesome in Hairspray and all, but that's a bit disturbing. Don't forget you were dishing out ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery a year ago, honey.
Okay, okay, it's starting!!! Who's going to be on the red carpet?! Who will Katherine Heigl be wearing? Will Brangelina be there?!! Oh my God!! Agh! Wait, what? This is just going to be some glorified episode of Access Hollywood? Crap. Damn those writers! Damn the AMTPT! I need me some glamour! I wonder how the egos of these actors are faring knowing they won't get to look attractive while spouting gratitude to their agents and attorneys along with some heartfelt words about the troops and their mothers. Or fathers. I feel like mothers get singled out way more than fathers.
Okay, here we go...
Best Supporting Actress Film: Cate Blanchett - I'm Not There. The dude (who is this modern marvel of milquetoast, anyway? Oh, his name is Billy Bush) is shocked. "At the end of the day, with Cate Blanchett, it's a woman imitating a man." Err... yeah. Your last name is Bush, huh? Figures.
Nancy O'Dell looks like a) she's had some work done and b) her spray tan technician is colorblind. I'm just glad she's not wearing that ugly ass Wendy Pepper dress. I'm still mad at her for putting Pepper in the final three on season one of Project Runway.
Best Supporting Actor TV: Jeremy Piven - Entourage. Why does he always win? That guy gives me the creeps. I love him as Ari Gold but he seems like such a self-involved jerk. Wait, I guess that's why he's so genius as AG.
Billy Bush's brilliant quote on this one: after mispronouncing Ari as "Airy", he called Entourage a boutique show and said, "not that many people have seen it."
Best Actress Drama TV: Glenn Close - Damages. I actually like that show, if you recall. Billy and Nancy are just lost without a teleprompter. I wonder if smoke will start coming out of their ears soon.
Best Supporting Actress TV: Samantha Morton - Longford. Apparently Katherine Heigl was supposed to win because this was a big year for her, according to Nancy, who told us "She got married." Well, geez. How come I didn't win any awards in 2006, then?!! Also, you know, never mind that SM could act circles around KH.
Best Actor TV: Jon Hamm - Mad Men. Haven't seen this show but it's been recommended to me by several people. Nancy is surprised Hugh Laurie didn't win because he has for the past two years. Okay... Well, then he should just win forever, I guess?
Best Animated Film: Ratatouille. Billy loves this movie. Probably because kids movies are all he can comprehend.
Best Actress Comedy or Musical Film: Marion Cotillard - La Vie en Rose. Well, color me shocked. I thought Amy Adams would win. Billy thought Ellen Page or Nikki Blonsky. Either way, I don't think anyone was expecting Marion Cotillard. I guess Dateline interviewed all the wrong actresses! Oops!
Best Supporting Actor Film: Javier Bardem - No Country For Old Men. Apparently Bardem used to be a stripper. I am really enjoying these fun facts O'Dell keeps dispensing. I've heard great things about his performance and Billy likens it to Darth Vader.
Best Actress Mini-Series or TV Movie: Queen Latifah - Life Support. Or as Billy says, "Queeeeeeeeen Latifah. She did it her way." I think Billy and Nancy need to go on life support. Their pundit counterparts aren't much better. Their discussion about Marion Cotillard included very little about her performance and was really all about how it would have been great if she could have walked the red carpet so we could see how beautiful she really is (because apparently Edith Piaf was a dog).
Best Actor Comedy TV: David Duchovny - Californication. Zzzzzzz. I wonder how the Red Hot Chili Peppers feel now. Apparently the Globes are spreading the wealth, says, Nancy, but don't you fret Lee Pace! You're charming so you're gonna win someday!
Best Comedy TV: Extras. Okay. I would have preferred 30 Rock, but it's hard to argue with Ricky Gervais' painful genius. Speaking of HBO "boutique shows", I bet even fewer people have seen Extras than Entourage, Billy!
Best Actress Comedy TV: Tina Fey - 30 Rock. Yay!!! I love TF and Liz Lemon. However, I will confess that her drunk dialing the co-op board bothered me a little. She's too clever and smart a woman to do something that desperate and stupid, right? TF is brilliant, though, and if I believed in heroes, she would be one of mine. Blarg.
Best Director Film: Julian Schnabel - The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. I have got to see this film. Everyone out there should run run run to read the book. It's beautiful, haunting and remarkable. I've read nothing but great reviews for the adaptation. I'm a little bummed that this big of an upset is only marked by Billy Bush's blank stare.
Best Actor Comedy or Musical Film: Johnny Depp - Sweeney Todd. Go Kentucky! Whooo! Go my former boss! Whooo! Yeah! Okay, whatever. Billy needs his own sitcom. This guy is comedy gold. He is totally making this telecast.
Best Film Comedy or Musical: Sweeney Todd. I haven't seen this. I'm afraid to. It looks pretty delicious, though, and as Billy says, "You know, Tim Burton and Johnny Depp, that, when you get that kind of collaboration like Scorsese and DiCaprio or something, it just seems to be able to pull it off together it's brilliant and congratulations."
Best Drama TV: Mad Men. "What a night for Jon Hamm! It's just a great sleek sexy show, early 60s Madison Avenue, although there's a lot of smoking going on in the movie and the the actors better have good insurance." Guess who said that?! Betcha can't figure it out! Yup, my boy Billy! He is AWESOME!
Best Actress Drama Film: Julie Christie - Away from Her. Go Sarah Polley!
Best Actor Drama Film: Daniel Day Lewis - There Will Be Blood. Billy says, "He is really the real deal." My friend George raved about DDL's performance, but I have a big PT Anderson bias I'm trying to get past.
Best Drama Film: Atonement. I guess I sort of have to watch it. It looks like a snoozefest, though.
That's all she wrote, folks. Ironically, no writer awards announced! You can find the rest of the winners here.
Thank you and good night!
Ms. P
Nikki Blonsky, on the other hand, refers to herself in the third person now and calls her hair and makeup people "my team". She was awesome in Hairspray and all, but that's a bit disturbing. Don't forget you were dishing out ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery a year ago, honey.
Okay, okay, it's starting!!! Who's going to be on the red carpet?! Who will Katherine Heigl be wearing? Will Brangelina be there?!! Oh my God!! Agh! Wait, what? This is just going to be some glorified episode of Access Hollywood? Crap. Damn those writers! Damn the AMTPT! I need me some glamour! I wonder how the egos of these actors are faring knowing they won't get to look attractive while spouting gratitude to their agents and attorneys along with some heartfelt words about the troops and their mothers. Or fathers. I feel like mothers get singled out way more than fathers.
Okay, here we go...
Best Supporting Actress Film: Cate Blanchett - I'm Not There. The dude (who is this modern marvel of milquetoast, anyway? Oh, his name is Billy Bush) is shocked. "At the end of the day, with Cate Blanchett, it's a woman imitating a man." Err... yeah. Your last name is Bush, huh? Figures.
Nancy O'Dell looks like a) she's had some work done and b) her spray tan technician is colorblind. I'm just glad she's not wearing that ugly ass Wendy Pepper dress. I'm still mad at her for putting Pepper in the final three on season one of Project Runway.
Best Supporting Actor TV: Jeremy Piven - Entourage. Why does he always win? That guy gives me the creeps. I love him as Ari Gold but he seems like such a self-involved jerk. Wait, I guess that's why he's so genius as AG.
Billy Bush's brilliant quote on this one: after mispronouncing Ari as "Airy", he called Entourage a boutique show and said, "not that many people have seen it."
Best Actress Drama TV: Glenn Close - Damages. I actually like that show, if you recall. Billy and Nancy are just lost without a teleprompter. I wonder if smoke will start coming out of their ears soon.
Best Supporting Actress TV: Samantha Morton - Longford. Apparently Katherine Heigl was supposed to win because this was a big year for her, according to Nancy, who told us "She got married." Well, geez. How come I didn't win any awards in 2006, then?!! Also, you know, never mind that SM could act circles around KH.
Best Actor TV: Jon Hamm - Mad Men. Haven't seen this show but it's been recommended to me by several people. Nancy is surprised Hugh Laurie didn't win because he has for the past two years. Okay... Well, then he should just win forever, I guess?
Best Animated Film: Ratatouille. Billy loves this movie. Probably because kids movies are all he can comprehend.
Best Actress Comedy or Musical Film: Marion Cotillard - La Vie en Rose. Well, color me shocked. I thought Amy Adams would win. Billy thought Ellen Page or Nikki Blonsky. Either way, I don't think anyone was expecting Marion Cotillard. I guess Dateline interviewed all the wrong actresses! Oops!
Best Supporting Actor Film: Javier Bardem - No Country For Old Men. Apparently Bardem used to be a stripper. I am really enjoying these fun facts O'Dell keeps dispensing. I've heard great things about his performance and Billy likens it to Darth Vader.
Best Actress Mini-Series or TV Movie: Queen Latifah - Life Support. Or as Billy says, "Queeeeeeeeen Latifah. She did it her way." I think Billy and Nancy need to go on life support. Their pundit counterparts aren't much better. Their discussion about Marion Cotillard included very little about her performance and was really all about how it would have been great if she could have walked the red carpet so we could see how beautiful she really is (because apparently Edith Piaf was a dog).
Best Actor Comedy TV: David Duchovny - Californication. Zzzzzzz. I wonder how the Red Hot Chili Peppers feel now. Apparently the Globes are spreading the wealth, says, Nancy, but don't you fret Lee Pace! You're charming so you're gonna win someday!
Best Comedy TV: Extras. Okay. I would have preferred 30 Rock, but it's hard to argue with Ricky Gervais' painful genius. Speaking of HBO "boutique shows", I bet even fewer people have seen Extras than Entourage, Billy!
Best Actress Comedy TV: Tina Fey - 30 Rock. Yay!!! I love TF and Liz Lemon. However, I will confess that her drunk dialing the co-op board bothered me a little. She's too clever and smart a woman to do something that desperate and stupid, right? TF is brilliant, though, and if I believed in heroes, she would be one of mine. Blarg.
Best Director Film: Julian Schnabel - The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. I have got to see this film. Everyone out there should run run run to read the book. It's beautiful, haunting and remarkable. I've read nothing but great reviews for the adaptation. I'm a little bummed that this big of an upset is only marked by Billy Bush's blank stare.
Best Actor Comedy or Musical Film: Johnny Depp - Sweeney Todd. Go Kentucky! Whooo! Go my former boss! Whooo! Yeah! Okay, whatever. Billy needs his own sitcom. This guy is comedy gold. He is totally making this telecast.
Best Film Comedy or Musical: Sweeney Todd. I haven't seen this. I'm afraid to. It looks pretty delicious, though, and as Billy says, "You know, Tim Burton and Johnny Depp, that, when you get that kind of collaboration like Scorsese and DiCaprio or something, it just seems to be able to pull it off together it's brilliant and congratulations."
Best Drama TV: Mad Men. "What a night for Jon Hamm! It's just a great sleek sexy show, early 60s Madison Avenue, although there's a lot of smoking going on in the movie and the the actors better have good insurance." Guess who said that?! Betcha can't figure it out! Yup, my boy Billy! He is AWESOME!
Best Actress Drama Film: Julie Christie - Away from Her. Go Sarah Polley!
Best Actor Drama Film: Daniel Day Lewis - There Will Be Blood. Billy says, "He is really the real deal." My friend George raved about DDL's performance, but I have a big PT Anderson bias I'm trying to get past.
Best Drama Film: Atonement. I guess I sort of have to watch it. It looks like a snoozefest, though.
That's all she wrote, folks. Ironically, no writer awards announced! You can find the rest of the winners here.
Thank you and good night!
Ms. P
The Truth About Hillary: Odd Girl Out?
Yesterday I actually sat through two Lifetime network movies, The Truth About Jane featuring Ellen Muth (George from Dead Like Me) and RuPaul (playing a man, but still gay) and Odd Girl Out, a Mean Girls ripoff starring Alexa Vega (from Spy Kids). I must say it heartens me to see such positive message flicks (especially Truth About Jane) on a network that, wrong or right, seems so very Harlequin Romance and possibly conservative. That said, I must say most chick-lit I read does seem distinctly Democratic.
Moving on, I don't know how well Hillary Clinton's hour long appearance on Meet the Press is going to serve her. I may have been cringing at times, not because of what she said, but because she has such image problems and I suspect at the heart of it her intelligence comes with a certain amount of arrogance and impatience (which showed) yet she's just been clearly told that being "human" is what plays well with the crowd. However, I think it sucks that she must walk this line of being soft yet tough (we're supposed to burnt marshmallows?), but isn't that the challenge of ALL women? I know that I am rarely graceful about being either (and this is, of course, the only reason why I don't run for president).
And speaking of the challenges of women, tonight marks the return of Rock of Love featuring our favorite phone-sex recipient Bret Michaels! Gosh, I just can't wait to find out who this season's Lacey, Jes and Heather are going to be!! The mind does boggle.
Also tonight, the, err, press conference announcing the winners of the Golden Globes. I'll have a little report on what is sure to be a scintillating broadcast for you later. Or tomorrow. I must finish Eclipse and be done with the Cullens, the classiest vampire family ever. Mostly I'm just sick of Bella, the highly average teenager who has somehow managed to enchant not only the most sophisticated vampires but the most interesting werewolves, as well. I'm sure I'm just jealous. I want mythical creatures for buddies!
Tying this post together, I just read that Anne Rice has endorsed... Hillary Clinton! Does this mean Hillary will become the Queen of the Damned? Inheriting GW's mess (not to mention all the monarchy/dynasty questions), I'm sure it probably feels that way to her.
I'm going to write a Lifetime movie someday! Right after I finish watching Queen Size starring Nikki Blonsky and Annie Potts!
Ms. P
ps. Here's something amusing for all you My So Called Life fans out there. Angela Chase talks about the issues.
pps. Just read this article about the potential unraveling of the writer's strike.
ppps. Newsweek got told (do people still use that slang?) by... Clay Aiken! Ha ha!
Moving on, I don't know how well Hillary Clinton's hour long appearance on Meet the Press is going to serve her. I may have been cringing at times, not because of what she said, but because she has such image problems and I suspect at the heart of it her intelligence comes with a certain amount of arrogance and impatience (which showed) yet she's just been clearly told that being "human" is what plays well with the crowd. However, I think it sucks that she must walk this line of being soft yet tough (we're supposed to burnt marshmallows?), but isn't that the challenge of ALL women? I know that I am rarely graceful about being either (and this is, of course, the only reason why I don't run for president).
And speaking of the challenges of women, tonight marks the return of Rock of Love featuring our favorite phone-sex recipient Bret Michaels! Gosh, I just can't wait to find out who this season's Lacey, Jes and Heather are going to be!! The mind does boggle.
Also tonight, the, err, press conference announcing the winners of the Golden Globes. I'll have a little report on what is sure to be a scintillating broadcast for you later. Or tomorrow. I must finish Eclipse and be done with the Cullens, the classiest vampire family ever. Mostly I'm just sick of Bella, the highly average teenager who has somehow managed to enchant not only the most sophisticated vampires but the most interesting werewolves, as well. I'm sure I'm just jealous. I want mythical creatures for buddies!
Tying this post together, I just read that Anne Rice has endorsed... Hillary Clinton! Does this mean Hillary will become the Queen of the Damned? Inheriting GW's mess (not to mention all the monarchy/dynasty questions), I'm sure it probably feels that way to her.
I'm going to write a Lifetime movie someday! Right after I finish watching Queen Size starring Nikki Blonsky and Annie Potts!
Ms. P
ps. Here's something amusing for all you My So Called Life fans out there. Angela Chase talks about the issues.
pps. Just read this article about the potential unraveling of the writer's strike.
ppps. Newsweek got told (do people still use that slang?) by... Clay Aiken! Ha ha!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Sexist Emails I Have Known
When I got home tonight, this missive was in my inbox:
"In a news conference Deanna Favre announced she will be the starting QB for the Packers this coming Sunday.
Deanna asserts that she is qualified to be starting QB because she has spent the past 16 years married to Brett while he played QB for the Packers.
During this period of time she became familiar with the definition of a corner blitz, and is now completely comfortable with other terminology of the Packers offense. A survey of Packers fans shows that 50% of those polled supported the move.
Does this sounds idiotic and unbelievable to you?
Well, Hillary Clinton makes the same claims as to why she is qualified to be President and 50% of democrats polled agreed.
Hillary Clinton has never run a City, County, or State.
When he was told Hillary Clinton has experience because she has 8 years in the white house, Dick Morris stated "so has the pastry chef" !"
I find this rather insulting, not to mention stupid (quoting Dick Morris. Yeah...) Football and the physical ability to play it - and the examples given - are completely different than Clinton's experience. What makes it worse is that a woman (who's a Democrat) sent this to me. People with glass ceilings shouldn't throw stones.
Barack Obama and John Edwards have never run a city, county or state, either. If those are the qualifications by which we must judge, we can only elect Mitt Romney or Mike Huckabee at this point. Besides, George W. Bush ran Texas and look where we are now.
Most women I know think they're smarter than their husbands (or ex-husbands). By that logic, she should be an even better president than Bill, and he wasn't bad.
Bill Maher, whose return I welcomed last night, said, "If you hate Hillary Clinton it is so about you."
Frankly, at the end of the day I think anyone who wants to be president is already wack (or is it whack?). You have to have a giant ego and be fairly narcissistic. I think the right person for this job will never run. He or she is too smart. It's an honorable job but the process sure isn't (and in that respect, I think they all fail). In the meantime, we must elect someone and I pray to someone that it's not Mitten, Huckabee, Thompson or Giuliani. I'm less distressed by McCain but that's a different discussion for another time.
Your Monday Morning Quarterback,
Ms. P
"In a news conference Deanna Favre announced she will be the starting QB for the Packers this coming Sunday.
Deanna asserts that she is qualified to be starting QB because she has spent the past 16 years married to Brett while he played QB for the Packers.
During this period of time she became familiar with the definition of a corner blitz, and is now completely comfortable with other terminology of the Packers offense. A survey of Packers fans shows that 50% of those polled supported the move.
Does this sounds idiotic and unbelievable to you?
Well, Hillary Clinton makes the same claims as to why she is qualified to be President and 50% of democrats polled agreed.
Hillary Clinton has never run a City, County, or State.
When he was told Hillary Clinton has experience because she has 8 years in the white house, Dick Morris stated "so has the pastry chef" !"
I find this rather insulting, not to mention stupid (quoting Dick Morris. Yeah...) Football and the physical ability to play it - and the examples given - are completely different than Clinton's experience. What makes it worse is that a woman (who's a Democrat) sent this to me. People with glass ceilings shouldn't throw stones.
Barack Obama and John Edwards have never run a city, county or state, either. If those are the qualifications by which we must judge, we can only elect Mitt Romney or Mike Huckabee at this point. Besides, George W. Bush ran Texas and look where we are now.
Most women I know think they're smarter than their husbands (or ex-husbands). By that logic, she should be an even better president than Bill, and he wasn't bad.
Bill Maher, whose return I welcomed last night, said, "If you hate Hillary Clinton it is so about you."
Frankly, at the end of the day I think anyone who wants to be president is already wack (or is it whack?). You have to have a giant ego and be fairly narcissistic. I think the right person for this job will never run. He or she is too smart. It's an honorable job but the process sure isn't (and in that respect, I think they all fail). In the meantime, we must elect someone and I pray to someone that it's not Mitten, Huckabee, Thompson or Giuliani. I'm less distressed by McCain but that's a different discussion for another time.
Your Monday Morning Quarterback,
Ms. P
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Solidarity with the WGA: Better Than Speechless
I'm enjoying Law & Order's take on the writers' strike much more than those weird morose Speechless campaign pieces.
The Presidential Race, Gossip Girl, Project Runway and Rambo: Let the Bodies Hit the Floor
Goodness gracious, where do I begin?
I saw the commercial for the new Rambo movie. The song used to advertise this little ode to testosterone? "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" by I don't even remember or care. Way to date your movie, Sly. Way to be so very not ought.
Last night was jam packed with New York madness. Why are there no shows about Nebraska madness?
Project Runway returned to terrible form with a collection of some of the ugliest prom dresses I've ever seen. I mean, I know prom dresses, by definition, trend towards hideous but those were some fugly frocks. I'm a bit sad that weird beard guy is gone but not really because none of these designers are gaining my sympathy. Except, and I called that I would turn to the dark side on this one, Christian Siriano. Watching him work with the bratty teenager who basically drew the dress then hated it reminded me of Jeffrey Sebelia working with Angela's drippy mom. I felt sorry for him, too. And couldn't stand him, either. I am looking forward to hearing more of Tim's new catchphrase, "Rally!" I hope it replaces "Make it work!" That declaration is so two seasons ago, darling.
Bravo also offered up Make Me a Supermodel: Meet the Models. These contestants make the America's Next Top Model girls look like Mensa candidates (egads, one of them is from Plano, TX! First Chace Crawford, now this girl. What is going on here? That devil town needs to fade into the obscurity it deserves) and Niki Taylor is no Tyra Banks (which may be a compliment come to think of it). Some of the boys are purty cute and my favorite is the dopey deputy from Nashville, Ben DiChiara (Barney Fife). I bet they love him at the prison!
I had three servings of vicious Upper East Side action with Gossip Girl, The Nanny Diaries (Tom's choice, not mine) and Cashmere Mafia. I know people in New York aren't awful but then again, I don't know anyone on the UES. Wait, I used to. And she was just as scary. $113 million will buy you amazing art and great clothes, but it will not buy happiness or nice. Anyhoo, I sat rapt as Blair Waldorf (in scenes very reminiscent of Heathers including the colored tights and passing of the headband to Jenny) and Mrs X (I'm sorry, but when I listened to Julia Roberts read that book, I did not picture Paul Giamatti - much as I love him - as Mr. X) got their comeuppance. As for the women of Cashmere Mafia... I don't mind Mia and Zoe but the wannabe cheating wife (Miranda Otto) and the wannabe lesbian (Bonnie Sommerville)... they're making me tired.
This is going to sound awful but I can't even tell A/The Daily Show and The Colbert Report don't have writers. Their coverage of the bumbing pundits mis-calling New Hampshire made me laugh out loud at both which I haven't done in quite a while. However, between all the nitwits at CNN, Bill Kristol and Chris Matthews, they had an embarrassment of riches.
Speaking of politics, Bill Richardson dropped out of the race before the Nevada Caucus (his one possible winner). It makes me wonder what kind of deal Clinton cut with him to get him out. I've long thought he was the obvious choice as her running mate. We'll see.
Catch ya later, tater,
Ms. P
I saw the commercial for the new Rambo movie. The song used to advertise this little ode to testosterone? "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" by I don't even remember or care. Way to date your movie, Sly. Way to be so very not ought.
Last night was jam packed with New York madness. Why are there no shows about Nebraska madness?
Project Runway returned to terrible form with a collection of some of the ugliest prom dresses I've ever seen. I mean, I know prom dresses, by definition, trend towards hideous but those were some fugly frocks. I'm a bit sad that weird beard guy is gone but not really because none of these designers are gaining my sympathy. Except, and I called that I would turn to the dark side on this one, Christian Siriano. Watching him work with the bratty teenager who basically drew the dress then hated it reminded me of Jeffrey Sebelia working with Angela's drippy mom. I felt sorry for him, too. And couldn't stand him, either. I am looking forward to hearing more of Tim's new catchphrase, "Rally!" I hope it replaces "Make it work!" That declaration is so two seasons ago, darling.
Bravo also offered up Make Me a Supermodel: Meet the Models. These contestants make the America's Next Top Model girls look like Mensa candidates (egads, one of them is from Plano, TX! First Chace Crawford, now this girl. What is going on here? That devil town needs to fade into the obscurity it deserves) and Niki Taylor is no Tyra Banks (which may be a compliment come to think of it). Some of the boys are purty cute and my favorite is the dopey deputy from Nashville, Ben DiChiara (Barney Fife). I bet they love him at the prison!
I had three servings of vicious Upper East Side action with Gossip Girl, The Nanny Diaries (Tom's choice, not mine) and Cashmere Mafia. I know people in New York aren't awful but then again, I don't know anyone on the UES. Wait, I used to. And she was just as scary. $113 million will buy you amazing art and great clothes, but it will not buy happiness or nice. Anyhoo, I sat rapt as Blair Waldorf (in scenes very reminiscent of Heathers including the colored tights and passing of the headband to Jenny) and Mrs X (I'm sorry, but when I listened to Julia Roberts read that book, I did not picture Paul Giamatti - much as I love him - as Mr. X) got their comeuppance. As for the women of Cashmere Mafia... I don't mind Mia and Zoe but the wannabe cheating wife (Miranda Otto) and the wannabe lesbian (Bonnie Sommerville)... they're making me tired.
This is going to sound awful but I can't even tell A/The Daily Show and The Colbert Report don't have writers. Their coverage of the bumbing pundits mis-calling New Hampshire made me laugh out loud at both which I haven't done in quite a while. However, between all the nitwits at CNN, Bill Kristol and Chris Matthews, they had an embarrassment of riches.
Speaking of politics, Bill Richardson dropped out of the race before the Nevada Caucus (his one possible winner). It makes me wonder what kind of deal Clinton cut with him to get him out. I've long thought he was the obvious choice as her running mate. We'll see.
Catch ya later, tater,
Ms. P
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Bill Kristol Can Kiss My Butt
On any given day, I would probably possess that sentiment but Fox News' Bill Kristol had this to say about Hillary Clinton's win in New Hampshire:
"It's the tears. She pretended to cry, the women felt sorry for her, and she won."
I confess that I'm almost suspicious about my affection for Hillary. But wrong or right, she's my choice. So Bill Kristol, you can suck it. You insulted Hillary, you insulted women, you insulted emotion and you and the white man establishment are going down. So there! Okay, the white man establishment thing might be a pipe dream but a girl can fantasize, right?
John McCain pulled off a semi-stunning victory. I don't know that he win another one, though. There was a time when I respected JM, but his evangelical pandering really irked me. Also, his current wax museum look isn't going to play well in a general election. Especially if he's up against Obama.
Speaking of Barack, part of me wants to embrace him 100%. He's attractive, he's a top notch orator who seems to be channeling Martin Luther King Jr., he represents a hopeful feeling we haven't had in years and he's really intelligent. I just get an uncomfortable greener than a Greenie feeling about him. I don't know if he's ready. I wish it was 2012. However, there's that whole quote about greatness being thrust upon you or something - you know the one you hear in every sports movie. Maybe he'll surprise us.
I am curious, though. Please tell me what you think - do you believe America would elect a woman or an African American first? I honestly don't know which is part of what makes this year so exciting. I think John Edwards is all but out (James Denton from Desperate Housewives' support aside).
Tom and I watched the New Hampshire Primary results while eating dinner and playing gin. We are so senior citizen. It's awesome.
The sun is shining for a reason,
Ms. P
"It's the tears. She pretended to cry, the women felt sorry for her, and she won."
I confess that I'm almost suspicious about my affection for Hillary. But wrong or right, she's my choice. So Bill Kristol, you can suck it. You insulted Hillary, you insulted women, you insulted emotion and you and the white man establishment are going down. So there! Okay, the white man establishment thing might be a pipe dream but a girl can fantasize, right?
John McCain pulled off a semi-stunning victory. I don't know that he win another one, though. There was a time when I respected JM, but his evangelical pandering really irked me. Also, his current wax museum look isn't going to play well in a general election. Especially if he's up against Obama.
Speaking of Barack, part of me wants to embrace him 100%. He's attractive, he's a top notch orator who seems to be channeling Martin Luther King Jr., he represents a hopeful feeling we haven't had in years and he's really intelligent. I just get an uncomfortable greener than a Greenie feeling about him. I don't know if he's ready. I wish it was 2012. However, there's that whole quote about greatness being thrust upon you or something - you know the one you hear in every sports movie. Maybe he'll surprise us.
I am curious, though. Please tell me what you think - do you believe America would elect a woman or an African American first? I honestly don't know which is part of what makes this year so exciting. I think John Edwards is all but out (James Denton from Desperate Housewives' support aside).
Tom and I watched the New Hampshire Primary results while eating dinner and playing gin. We are so senior citizen. It's awesome.
The sun is shining for a reason,
Ms. P
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
A Daily Show, A Dance War
Last night was a full on exciting night of TV with the premiere of Dance War: Bruno vs Carrie Ann and the return of The Daily Show (heretofore known as A Daily Show until the strike ends) and The Colbert Report.
I also watched last week's Project Runway and was actually impressed by the final frocks (and a bit sad to see Elisa go after hearing the tragic story of how she got run over by a Porsche). Rami's vinyl and paper Twizzler dress was pretty darn cute and I quite liked Jillian's Twizzler corset even though she bores me. I now have hope for this show again even though it seems a bit pathetic that the only drama comes in the form of one Christian Siriano and his stupid hair (nice Reese's wrapper dress, though).
Frankly, though I understand the demands of the writers and their rights to fair revenue from internet sales, I also understand that the writers are about ten people on a staff of hundreds (most of whom get paid less). So... I have no problem with the late night shows returning (and am enjoying Conan and Dave's strike beards. Jay Leno still sucks. I actually couldn't tell he had no writers. It's the same lame crap either way. That said, I have heard that Jay Leno is a very nice man so I don't want to be too mean).
A Daily Show was a bit strange. I couldn't tell whose side Jon Stewart was on. Neither, it seemed, as he appeared to take both the WGA and the AMPTP to task. Stewart and his audience both seemed a bit manic. We'll see how things progress. Colbert was pretty funny sans writers, which doesn't surprise me as he improvs his right-wing blowhard character fairly regularly. He also padded the show with clips which helped fill the space. Andrew Sullivan appeared, and I think he's dyeing his beard now.
As for Dance War: Bruno vs Carrie Ann. These two are not the most discerning judges I've ever seen. If you weren't complete crap they loved you. I'm also disturbed that they picked the guy with the tail. However, I expect Zack the Chin, the pre-med future dentist who looks a lot like Michael McDonald from ATO Records, to do well. This means he will be out next week. I'm also annoyed that they took the poor man's Britney over her pal with the cute bob as they cut the girls from Louisiana from three to one. I can't say I really enjoyed Bruno (is he gay or straight?) vs Carrie Ann (she used to be a pop star in Japan! How neat!) so whether or not I stick with it is up in the air. It's only six weeks, though. So maybe...
Tonight is the New Hampshire Primary! Can you feel the excitement in the air?! I love how all my political pundits were dressed like they were at a ski lodge when they broadcast from NH last Sunday. Even David Gregory, although his patent-leather Prada clad feet told a different story. I just love DG. Did you see him dancing on the Today show? Awesome!
Until tomorrow,
Ms. P
I also watched last week's Project Runway and was actually impressed by the final frocks (and a bit sad to see Elisa go after hearing the tragic story of how she got run over by a Porsche). Rami's vinyl and paper Twizzler dress was pretty darn cute and I quite liked Jillian's Twizzler corset even though she bores me. I now have hope for this show again even though it seems a bit pathetic that the only drama comes in the form of one Christian Siriano and his stupid hair (nice Reese's wrapper dress, though).
Frankly, though I understand the demands of the writers and their rights to fair revenue from internet sales, I also understand that the writers are about ten people on a staff of hundreds (most of whom get paid less). So... I have no problem with the late night shows returning (and am enjoying Conan and Dave's strike beards. Jay Leno still sucks. I actually couldn't tell he had no writers. It's the same lame crap either way. That said, I have heard that Jay Leno is a very nice man so I don't want to be too mean).
A Daily Show was a bit strange. I couldn't tell whose side Jon Stewart was on. Neither, it seemed, as he appeared to take both the WGA and the AMPTP to task. Stewart and his audience both seemed a bit manic. We'll see how things progress. Colbert was pretty funny sans writers, which doesn't surprise me as he improvs his right-wing blowhard character fairly regularly. He also padded the show with clips which helped fill the space. Andrew Sullivan appeared, and I think he's dyeing his beard now.
As for Dance War: Bruno vs Carrie Ann. These two are not the most discerning judges I've ever seen. If you weren't complete crap they loved you. I'm also disturbed that they picked the guy with the tail. However, I expect Zack the Chin, the pre-med future dentist who looks a lot like Michael McDonald from ATO Records, to do well. This means he will be out next week. I'm also annoyed that they took the poor man's Britney over her pal with the cute bob as they cut the girls from Louisiana from three to one. I can't say I really enjoyed Bruno (is he gay or straight?) vs Carrie Ann (she used to be a pop star in Japan! How neat!) so whether or not I stick with it is up in the air. It's only six weeks, though. So maybe...
Tonight is the New Hampshire Primary! Can you feel the excitement in the air?! I love how all my political pundits were dressed like they were at a ski lodge when they broadcast from NH last Sunday. Even David Gregory, although his patent-leather Prada clad feet told a different story. I just love DG. Did you see him dancing on the Today show? Awesome!
Until tomorrow,
Ms. P
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