That conniving wench! We all swore her off after her last outing, American Life, didn't we? So how calculating was the unveiling of the cover of her latest album, not due out in the US for another 2 months? Damn her and her Abba samples! I just know I'm gonna buy this album, and I hate her for it.
Ok...so I have a confession. I'm a PBS addict. My main show that I'm into at the moment are reruns of Inspector Lynley. So I went to check what episode would be airing today, and I saw that another huge favorite of mine, Foyle's War is back for a third season. This is particularly poigniant, because my sister and I were lamenting yesterday how all of our favorite PBS series are over...like Sharpe and Hornblower (ok, so that was on A&E, but it's totally the PBS genre.), and what a shame that was, especially with Hornblower, because as my sister pointed out...there's so much more material to cover. He becomes an Admiral for pete's sake (she's reading the complete 12 book series.)!
All I have to say is what bliss is mine...they've even wrapped the 4th season this past spring. There's going to be plenty of Foyle for the time to come.
Ok, I'm a fan. I realized the other day that if I had to make a list of shows that I always watch if they're on...they'd be....1. Project Runway, 2. Inside the Actor's Studio, and as of this second 3. that Kathy Griffin show. Good for them.
So, my new food obsession are these Nesquik milkshake thingys. My favorite is Buncha Bananas, but they can be hard to find. I like the Caramel and Vanilla flavor, but prefer the Buncha. It's getting to the point where I'm having to have like 4 a week. And that's like a $1.70 a day habit! Diet Coke is way cheaper.
This has a soupçon of the old BYU blame game re women can't wear bags with straps that cross their breasts because it's too distracting. Give me a break.
Um, where to even begin? In an evening so fraught with expectation...and drunkards...Saturday night, I crossed another "to do" off my mental ROCK 'N' ROLL fantasy list. One thing I will say about my sisters and I out for a night on the town...Don't provoke us, because we will throw down. And we will make illegal video recordings and talk through them. And we will try to sneak down to the pit, only to chicken out and not even try, because of our fear of "Granny, the Usher."
Illegal video soon to follow.
You know you're ghetto when the lights go down in the movie theater and you instinctively pop the top of your beverage can.
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.
According to this site, Jermaine Jackson has TWO sons named Jermajesty Jackson.
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.
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.
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?
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...
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.
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.
