Like my friend Surfnk8 says....

You know you're ghetto when the lights go down in the movie theater and you instinctively pop the top of your beverage can.

This whole Butterscotch Stallion thing has got me down.

Read it and weep

It's way not cool to link to defamer and stuff like that, but this was just so outrageous and bizzare, makes me just want to yell "EARMUFFS!"

and, the lyric "don't go chasing waterfalls" has taken on a new association/meaning that will not soon be forgotten.

That makes me really happy...

According to this site, Jermaine Jackson has TWO sons named Jermajesty Jackson.

August TV Doldrums/Purgatory

INXS: Rock Star

I had no plans to watch this show, but agreed to when my dad asked me if I wanted to watch it, because I'm sorry how freaking funny is that? Apparently he called my sister today to tell her he thinks that "the black guy" is going to win.

I just don't want to have to sit through Brooke Burke and Dave Navarro. But I will say from last night's episode, if you can get Satan's child Navarro to give you the "horns of rock" during the performance...you must be doing something right. And also, a thank you to Mr. Navarro for wearing glitter scarves in two consecutive episodes.

Back to the Drawing Board!

Philadelphia suburb named America's best place to live

Newsday has christened Moorestown, NJ as the the best place to live in America. There should be a clause automatically excluding New Jersey from consideration.

Who Eez.....?

I am totally fine with Pierce Brosnan remaining as Bond. However, it appears that the Bond producers aren't up to his demand of $40 Million a picture. In the last month alone, I've heard rumors that 3 different actors had been chosen to play Bond. So it's fun to speculate. Who would you choose as the next Bond?

RIP Nan

I'm just jealous because she only missed one YSL show out of the past 60+.

Not of Our Tribe....

I got in an argument with my sister last night about Paul Walker being Mormon. Right...so's Steve Martin. For those non-mormon amongst you readers, it's kind of a cheesy social phenomenon that mormons claim all these celebrities belong to their religion, most likely because we're embarrassed by those that actually do, like Donnie and Marie.

When I was at BYU I had a friend that said that Paul Walker was Mormon because he'd come visit her roommate because they used to be dating. She was a California Mormon, so I didn't think that she would make such a ridiculous claim lightly, like some uninformed star struck girl from Idaho, or something, but I still had a really hard time believing it.

Well, apparently, Walker claims being raised a Mormon in an article in yesterday's USA Today, so I'll buy that for a dollar.

The question then becomes why all the hot ones leave the tribe...

Midnight at the O-a-sis!

46 days....I'm so happy I could cry.

What the Hell is wrong with me? (The second in an ongoing series...?)

There it was on the bookshelf, calling out to me....

Let's take a little look into the way I think, shall we? There are so many books out there that one ought to read, that one must develop skills of discrimination. Jane Stanton Hitchcock is where that discrimination goes out the window for me. Her books are the kind that you stay up all night...well 2 hours, to finish, laughing maniacally out loud along the way. Forget your bodice rippers, your Danielle Steeles, this is what you'll find me reading in the Airport! I am absolutely drawn to Ms. Hitchcock's tales of murder amongst the East Coast élite.

And while I will never understand what the fuss is about vacactioning in the Hamptons, death in the Hamptons is another matter. Maybe that's why I spent all last night into the wee hours watching the Dominick Dunne's Power, Privilege and Justice marathon on Court TV instead of the local fireworks displays.

Oddly enough, I didn't really have the stomach for Maneater by Brian Grazer's wife (although not a murder mystery, it deals with the West Coast "society"....I know that's not the right word, but what else would you call it?), maybe because I lived it, I don't need to read a book about it. Maybe I don't like it because it's the only book Paris Hilton ever read.

Light in the Piazza

I just saw this film on Friday afternoon (thank goodness for bosses being in Hawaii...) and was delighted. Set in Firenze and featuring a great performance by Olivia de Havilland, its concept was original and fresh. Who knew that a stage version of it won a grip o' Tony Awards this year? I could have done without George Hamilton as Fabrizio, the Italian suitor, but breaking my streak of never having seen him in anything was worth it.

I saw him in Palm Springs when I was in like 7th grade, but I didn't even know who he was, my aunt had to say he was a celeb. She wanted me to get his autograph, but no way was I approaching LEATHERFACE. And that guy from South Pacific plays Hamilton's dad, and I really want an Italian like that, let me just tell you.