Thursday, December 31, 2009

Special New Year's Eve

Tonight is a Blue Moon, meaning the 13th full moon of the year, meaning twice in one month. Or if you're standing outside in the cold and you feel like showing your ass to someone you hate, you'll have a Blue Moon. Either way, it's time to celebrate.

Poor beacon of ignorance, addiction and outrageous assertions Rush Limbaugh is in hospital suffering from chest pains. If he were smart, he'd get his Blue Moon on a treadmill. Let's all say a prayer for his recovery (as long as it involves a labotomy). NOT!

In better events, Rosie O'Donnell has a shiny new girlfriend. Dish likes this because the new GF is a redhead. Though one never knows if it's natural. I am glad Rosie's happy and hope she'll show off her accessory at galas. I'm a little tired seeing them waterskiing.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Marriage, Scandal, Rehab, Reinvention, Reality Show

Olivia Newton John's daughter "collapsed" at an event, which barely hits my radar except that Olivia is amazing (am reminded of Kathy Griffin asking her if she got a yeast infection from those tight Grease pants). Btw, Dish had hot pink Olivia pants in eighth grade, stolen from Dishmother's closet. With my fat ass, they looked horrific so I made them into shorts and went as a prostitute (with bulging freckled thighs) for Halloween.

Worst part of the holidays, the Sheens and the Woods are "lying low," which is the antithesis of courageous. Hugh Grant had the good sense to go on Leno and we forgave his covert BJs. America loves a bad boy, which is why Charlie Sheen's 2 and 1/2 Men is killing in the ratings right now. I don't blame America because Charlie is an excellent actor. Wonder what Denise Richards thinks of all this. New reality show: The Ex-Mrs. Sheens. There are so many, including Paula Abdul who used to be Mrs. Emilio Estevez.

FYI--Three times I caught TG reading Dish last night and had to launch myself on him and his computer.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Code Red!

Drawback to cohabitation: TG sometimes uses my computer and has discovered DISH! Though it's uncertain if he reads. He doesn't display symptoms of knowledge so all signs point to NO. Future non-JJ-cheeky comments could be TG--you've been warned.

The most important thing: I'm thoroughly obsessed with Glee. It only took three months. Excessively singy shows grate on the nerves but this one grew on me over three hours (episodes 9-13). Next season can't come soon enough.

TG and I are in the middle of a The Office marathon. Dish is under the weather and so, for once, in two weeks, am doing nothing. I rejoice that Tyra Banks's talk show is going off the air. That and the Sheen divorce fulfill my Schadenfreude needs.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Will They Divorce???

2009 has been all about divorce and death. Two marriages are on the line: Tiger and Elin, now Charlie and Brooke. Rumor has it, the wife wants out but Charlie's camp maintains they are working things out. What do you think? Do you care?

Me either. Still reeling from Sarandon/Robbins breakup, though.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

I'm So There

Dish *HATES* flying with children. On planes, they think the world revolves around them. 35K up in the air is the only time I feel Gameboys, duct tape, corks and pacifiers are most useful. Ivana Trump was escorted off her plane for cursing out children and calling them "little f*ckers." While this shows a flagrant lack of manners and that she is, in fact, no lady, I can sympathize.

Dish is watching My Life in Ruins, a waste of electricity. Nia has done three super-crappy movies in a row. She needs to mix it up and do an ensemble drama. With Julia, I suggest the opposite--romantic comedies, less witty serious stuff because Dish doesn't care! Julia + Nancy Myers = Instant Hit.

Saturday, December 26, 2009


TG and I were slugs today--talked about going to see It's Complicated or A Single Man and wound up seeing Hannah and Her Sisters (reached consensus on how ugly Michael Caine is--but did not admit I find him sexy). I didn't get caught up on gossip and figure I'm still honeymooning. Did read that perhaps Charlie Sheen's wife might have a drinking problem and caused his jailing. They belong together! I want more mugshots. Thank god small children are involved.

Friday, December 25, 2009

A Christmas Miracle

Charlie Sheen proved to me that Santa Claus still exists. After partaking in Heidi Fleiss's escort services, a tumultuous marriage and various addictions, Charlie settled down once and for all, had two more kids with his new wife--the waves had stopped rocking the boat. But, thank god, he was just arrested today for domestic violence. I'd thought Charlie the Bad Boy had died. He's back and naughtier than ever! Poor Charlie. The holidays stress Dish out too and who could blame me for smacking someone I love? Really, Charlie should be celebrated for holding out this long. Merry mugshot, sh*tbag.

(but I do love him as an actor)

Thursday, December 24, 2009

It's Complicated

I can't wait to see the above movie. The idea of Meryl Streep as the hot tootsie gives me goosebumps. Add to that, she gets to sleep with men her age, if not younger. It's true that relationships are complicated. As I write this, TG is shaking the walls with his snoring. One of the first things he asked me, "Do you snore? Because I really can't stand that." He makes up for the epic cacophony by accompanying me to the deli for brown sugar and preparing a feast for me yet again.

Merry Almost Christmas, Dish Readers.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Sixth Sign of the Apocalypse

Nuke Lalooche and Dammit Janet are no more. It's funny, I saw them on separate occasions within a few weeks of each other. Maybe I did get a single vibe from them since they illegibly broke up over the summer. It's the end of an era, and she is the original cougar of the 1985-2009 age. I'm interested to see whom they date next but I'll lose respect for Robbins if he goes out with a young tootsie. He's had the best. I'm not sure what to think about anything anymore. They were my touchstone, my lighthouse, my tiramisu during my female times. I'm holding onto the walls for support.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Happy Holidays

Dish enjoys her entertainment news but lately the stomach is turning over nauseating male hosts. And they keep changing. Mario Lopez can stay on Extra since he's done serious time in the biz (and we like seeing him shirtless). Really, I don't hate men but I prefer Mary Hart, Lara Spencer and Nancy O'Dell as my star-news-delivery system. After 13 years, Nancy is leaving and it's rumored she can't stand Billy Bush (hee hee) anymore. The Insider's Chris Jacobs's style is too slick and affected, as if he's hanging on his every word. I won't deny he's cute as a button and maybe someone will coach him. I feel the same regurgitation urges with Billy Bush (hee hee) and am surprised he's survived this long. I won't start on Ryan Seacrest. Bottom line: I find myself turning to CNN, which is sad.

Update: TG is out with TGbrother and I'm covertly eating junk food. TG is into healthy eating and exercise. What's up with that?

Monday, December 21, 2009

Cheri = Ambien

While TG went uptown to schmooze, Dish watched Cheri, that flick starring Michelle Pfeiffer, Rupert Friend (who's banging Keira Knightley), and the incomparable Kathy Bates. Talk about a snoozefest, I nearly fell asleep in my latte. I always like the idea of Michelle Pfeiffer but didn't buy her as a French whore. Kathy Bates is another story as she can do anything. Why does Kathy take on stinky movies like this? The love between Rupert and Michelle was so dreary and sad-cougarish, I thank my lucky stars I wasn't a prostitute in early 20th century France. Unless you enjoy falling asleep to unromantic movies with bad acting, skip this one.

In celeb news: that talented Carrie Underwood--who seems to have always had love troubles--got engaged to a hockey player. I give it two years. To sing country, you must know heartache. And to marry a sportsfigure, you must be brain damaged.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Stop the Madness!

I guess it was too good to be true that celebs would stop dying, but Brittany Murphy? We loved her as the fat, gawky girl in Clueless and then as the beaten-down girlfriend in Sin City. She'd been fired recently from a movie under fishy circumstances (with an even fishier husband) and now her mother finds her dead in the shower in full cardiac arrest at age 32? I wonder if drugs were involved....

Blessings on her coming and going.

TG is making Dish dinner.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

A Break

TG is doing is crunches on the new exercise mat we bought so I have a little time to tell you about my Duran Duran dream from last night. I was invited to a party because Duran Duran wanted to say they appreciated the cartoon drawings I did of them twenty years ago. Of course, the party was crowded. One of the guests, a Duran assistant, said they'd laughed until they cried at my drawings and the band had always wanted to thank me. How nice. As I walked around, I saw Roger Taylor but he was surrounded.

How's that for wish fulfillment dream? I did a 50-page term paper on them but no drawings. Who am I kidding? Of course, I drew pictures of them.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Home Stretch!

Four more hours. At 9:30, Dishbrother is taking time out of his opening doors for stars at Starbucks by taking me to JFK. Dishmama and I just had a mani/pedi. Thanks, Dishfamily and Dishfriends for your support! While beautifying, I'm watching The Lake House (thanks, Nici!). Here, a depressed and potentially Botoxed Sandra Bullock falls for a depressed blue-collar Keanu Reeves (he looks amazing in work boots). What keeps them apart? Time. They write long meaningful letters--no Skype in time warp--and get through the long two-year wait to merge souls. At the end, they run at each other and make out in a yellow field of dead grass. It's so close to what I'm going through I could die.

Well, anything starring Keanu and Sandy is fun for Dish.

Happy Belated Birthday To Jon Tenney!

With my romantic drama unfolding, I forgot to wish Jon Tenney a Happy Late Forties Birthday--it was yesterday. He's so close to 50, it's hard for me even to mention this fact, BUT I WILL! Jon Tenney is closer to 50 than Dishbrother. Dish wishes Jon a healthy and happy year of Almost Fifty with many years of career success, which benefits everyone. (secretly wish we get to see real bed scene between him and Sally Field)

En Route

According to Flighttracker, TG is flying from the land of Lederhosen to the home of Duran Duran. He is 1/2 hour in the air. Last night, we had our last Skype session--a little sad but exciting. "See you in the flesh," he said.

Dish is surprisingly calm, wearing a sportscoat, straightened hair, eating properly. No wheezing yet.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Comfort Television

TG and I are both flipping out and breathing into paper bags. I got three Netflix DVDs:

Star Trek, Cheri (Michelle Pfeiffer and Kathy Bates play French whores) and The Love Boat: Season 2.

Guess which one TG considers his comfort TV? We are two hearts beating as one (aside: conjoined twins freak me out). Yes, in 25 hours, I will be headed to JFK. Will we be over our hissy fits by then? Sorry, Dish readers, but the gossip seems so meaningless right now. I am the star of my own movie today and tomorrow.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

48 Hours--Not the Movie

On Thursday, Dish will be sitting on a bench in JFK waiting for TG to get through customs with all his possessions. Apartment is ready. Nerves under control. Work done ahead of time. I'm properly beautified to face the greatest love story of our time.

I'm ready to continue in person what has been an old-fashioned courtship. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sh*tting bricks. I'm so excited and happy. Wish Dish luck.

(If it's a disaster, Morgan Freeman in Nurse Betty would tell me to "Forget the guys. You've got yourself.")

Let's Hope He's Not As Big An Asswipe as Russell

Red Alert: James Cameron has a new superhyped movie with even bigger special effects. I haven't heard as much about Avatar. It could be huge. Times have changed and it might flop, making Cameron spew hot lava from the Kingdom of Superior Mortals. We've seen tons of special effects to the point where movies have lost heart. The popularity of Titanic came from the forbidden love story and the tragedy of the sinking ship. Can he top that?

Cameron is a successful risk-taker and he banks a lot on symbolic no-name Sam Worthington, who is the new Russell Crowe. Yeah, I liked Russell at first. He seemed nice until he went to the Golden Globes with Jodie Foster and they pretended to flirt (as if!). He became super-famous, defiant, sweaty and just plain dicky. I thought Russell should have won for The Insider because it's been downhill ever since with the SAME performance. Let's hope Avatar is just the beginning for Sam's rise to the A-List with no throwing telephones at underlings, or singing in a band. You can leave the singing to fabulous fellow Aussie Hugh Jackman.

When Did This Happen?

Illegibly: A-Rod and Kate Hudson broke up. I thought they were going to be 2gether 4ever! Just when she helped him win the World Series, the media asserts she wanted to "fast-track" their relationship and nail down this philandering catch. As if she doesn't have her own excellent career. Perfect timing: she and her abs are photographed. When I try to live a private life, I bare my midriff, too! Can't wait to see her in Nine as I do enjoy my Kate. Even more now that she'd Rodless.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Watch Now!

Beau Bridges in drag on The Closer!!! A+!

I'm Willing to Give The Tramp a Chance

It's a brilliant way to turn lemons into lemonade: Make Ashley Dupre into an advice columnist for the Post. Wouldn't you want relationship advice from someone who's been there and gotten paid for it? I read her first column and she's no dummy. Evident are the fierce street smarts acquired when you spend a lot of time on your back. I wish I had her knowledge even five years ago. She's known a world (beyond NJ) most of us would want to visit for a day. Well, maybe not but I support her making money in new ways.

Heidi, Why Do You Scare Me So?

Dish has a big reveal: Heidi Klum scares the bejebus out of us. Maybe it's the stony black stare, the rampant baby-making and fitting into underwear a month after childbirth, the runaway smash hit Project Runway, the placid chair-sitting, the talk of eating regular foods and her chilling "auf wiedersehn." Even her ex-dog (who lives next to me and pees on my doorstep) gives me the willies. Look closely into her eyes and try not to imagine her stabbing you in your sleep. If you peel back her skin, you'll find reptilian scales.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Interrupting Cow

David Gregory, will you stop interrupting your female guests? Today he kept talking over Dr. Christina Romer and the Governor of Michigan but wouldn't dare stop Alan Greenspan in his tracks. I've noticed this Interrupting Cow Syndrome from Day #1. I switch to CNN but inevitably return because I like the idea of Meet The Press and thrive on the guests themselves. Would rather John King, George Stephanopolous or someone less egotistical host. DG, I'm sorry if your mother was mean to you, your high school girlfriend was smarter, your French teacher wouldn't boink you, your wife is more productive and dazzling--LET THEM SPEAK!

(I hate that he's younger than Dish. But I LOOK younger)

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Grant Show Appreciation Day

Grant Show (the best name in Hollywood) often plays Mr. Beefcake, and Dish celebrates his consistent work as a stud these last thirty years. He was the boyfriend on Ryan's Hope, the hunk who opened the fridge on Melrose Place, the hunk who knocked up Gail O'Grady in that Lifetime movie, and in Swingtown, he sexes up the 70s.

So, in the week when everything should fall into place as the lord, Jesus and Harry Hanukkah ordained, Dishcat has decided to blow a gasket. His claw is growing into the pad of his paw! Say that 10 times fast--along with the F word.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Cleaning Like a Freaking Madwoman

Command decision: No cleaning behind the fridge for TG's arrival, not until things get serious. I said I wouldn't get a menorah either until it became more obvious things would work out--but Dish might surprise him. 5 days until cohabitation.

In gossip: Tiger is taking time off from golf (I predict 2 minutes of retirement) and Jenny Sanford filed for divorce. It's refreshing to have a wife ditch a cheating husband. Though I love my Hillary, there have been far too many high-profile women enduring public humiliation and sticking by their feeble partners. I'm not in their shoes and it takes special strength to give someone a chance after that. I dunno, though, the 13 mistresses and unprotected sex are a deal-breaker for Dish.

Go, Jenny Sanford. It will only get better from here.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


With all the cheating and fornicating in the media, Dish is rewatching Swingtown. The Daily News reports that Tiger's wife may stay with him for the children. Because children can't read and they certainly won't lose respect for their mother for putting up with such an a-hole. I smell Tiger's spin in motion.

The fifth sign of the apocalypse: Gary Busey is reproducing.

7 days until TG arrives for our happily ever after. I got a nervous attack two days ago and his began today. If he goes bananas, Dish has the celebrities to keep her warm this holiday season.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Make Mine a Double

It gladdens my heart when I hear about Julia. Last night, my imaginary best friend got SMASHED on vodka tonics before doing some charades benefit for LAByrinth--or whatever. When you get right down to it, Julia isn't afraid to make an adorable ass of herself. So now, I'm going to drink vodka tonics. I haven't been smashed in years (weeks).

The Ho List for Tiger Woods mounts. How does he have time to golf AND amass a pile of indiscrete mistresses? There are so many I might come forward and make stuff up.

Dish viewed 1/2 of Bruno last night. I get it but the movie made me tired. Sascha Baron Cohen is wildly intelligent and daring. Not sure why I couldn't latch onto this one.

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

They're Real and They're a Year Older

While I want to scratch their eyes out, I must pay my respects:

Teri Hatcher had another birthday today. She's ruined my life but I have to be happy for her since she allowed to eat cake and is another year older.

Worst news: The woman whose career I wanted, Uma Thurman, just split from her money-bags fiance. Maybe she'll make a great movie now. Dishbrother once told me I looked like her (shut your piehole, J.J.) at the very beginning of The Avengers. The only thing I wouldn't want is to be married to Ethan Hawke. I hate that he's considered literary. My butt is literary. I will produce some literature right after I'm done with this chili.

OMP Off the Market

Whip out the Kleenex, Mickey Rourke might be engraved to marry! He is a great actor so he should have a wedding ring and an Oscar three times over. I love him, his damn purse dogs and freaky face. Only Mickey could steal the spotlight from Enrique Iglesias in his own video. While this marriage looks like a train-wreck, I wish Mickey love however he finds it (in exotic brothel).

(Dish is selectively forgetting his being accused of battery in last marriage--we all make mistakes)

Monday, December 07, 2009

Dish Press Conference

Everyone has been wondering and I'm here to say: Dish is not Tiger Woods's mistress. I don't like child prodigies and golf is too boring. If you're going to start rumors about me, put me with a sportstar under 25. Maybe one who plays tennis and hails from Mallorca.

Then I could be a Desperate Housewife. Good segue. Spoiler alert: Not sure what happened last night. My favorite part was when the gay housewife got to be in the choir. For the love of Jebus, why did Felicity endanger one of her twins by rescuing Eva's unsightly child? I'm rewatching last night's B&S to see if I might care about Justin and Pointy-Pretty-Pregs getting married. All I know is Callista's going to chew serious scenery (Emmy nom?) since her cancer spread. I predict some fabulous vomiting scenes, dark circles under eyes, bucket list trips which could mean special Republican guest star, declarations of love, excellent wigs and scarves. Now I don't have to watch the rest of the season--except to see if Jon and Sally do it standing up. She just needs to stand on some telephone books.

Back to eating chili and counting the days. 10.

Congratulations, Sandra!

She beat out the vampires. Love the story of a 45-year-old actress besting those twinkies. Though Dish will go see the twinkies, too. Sandra is the feel-good sleeper hit story of the year! Everyone should go see The Blind Side.

(ps. Sandra, can I work for your production company? I will sharpen pencils)

Sunday, December 06, 2009

What's Really Important

Dishbrother and I discussed tonight's Desperate Housewives. Tonight, a plane is flying into a house. It's not a big plane, which is disappointing--just one of those lame 2-seaters you throw at a cafeteria aide's ass (Dish threw spitballs). Someone is going to die. Dishbrother and I want Mike the Plumber to die. We hate that Susan and Catherine are fighting over this snoresville borderline OMP. Sadly, there's no one on the show we'd sleep with--especially now that Gale Harold is gone. I might do a sauna with Catherine but her character is a little too psycho--a direction I don't like. Catherine was the slicker, cuter, less botoxed-Bree. Now she's Fatal Attraction (bipolar?) and menopausal. Maybe she'll kill Susan, sweet justice for Teri Hatcher ruining my life twice (1. marrying Jon Tenney in the 90s 2. making-out with Gale Harold last season until he was saved by a near-fatal motorcycle crash).

A nice thing: TG's young nieces are into DH but they're too young to dissect the intricacies of the show.

Don't Die--Just Stay Under Covers for Three Months!

Dish was saddened by Alexa Ray Joel's alleged suicide attempt via pills. I would have sipped Drano over Daddy marrying someone my age, and Alexa was a rock through that craziness. She was supportive as her mother cast aside her philandering fourth husband and spent months in the tabloids. It's so wasteful to attempt suicide at 20-something. Emotions runs high, but you're so pretty then. It's better to off yourself when you're 80 and sucking peas through a straw. 60 years is a long time to be depressed but it's more dignified than overdosing--which everyone is doing these days. Another solution to depression: Get really fat but stay indoors where no one will see you. Cool Whip doesn't taste as good after the third bowl. Smoking can help, along with hours of TV Land. Within a few months, life will shift, you'll get meds or find a treadmill. This is far better than dying.

Dish prays Alexa sees how gorgeous and talented she is.

Saturday, December 05, 2009


Dishfriendsincehighschool just said, "You do remind me of Julia. I didn't realize you liked her because I think you ARE her so I got confused."


Dishfriendsincehighschool asked, "Do you like Julia Roberts?"

Um...does she even know Dish? Julia is my best friend.

(sounds of Dishfriendsincehighschool begging for forgiveness--hee hee--can milk this for years)

So Glad Am Not Assoc Producer

Rain and snow in NYC. Dishfriendsincehighschool and I went to the Crap Fair in Union Square. As we turned the corner on 18th and Broadway, sad film techies ordered us to sheath our umbrellas because Matt Damon was shooting a scene. They yelled as if the sky were falling, the IRS had struck, Tom Cruise's asking price fell, they drove over their iPhone (hahaha Dishbrother!). Dishfriend whipped out her camera and got all excited, but Dish knows the truth about shooting films. THEY TAKE FOREVER. NOTHING REALLY HAPPENS. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE DISCOVERED.

So we watched Tropic Thunder. Am pondering the happiness Sandra Bullock must feel. 45, two hit movies, potential Oscar nom. This is what happens when she's not in a movie with Keanu. Though Dish loves Keanu.

(TG's family said I was their fave of all TG's exes--though TG says this is no great feat. Sending real Thank You card, which will earn delicious brownie points. I just hope they thought I was skinny.)

Friday, December 04, 2009

Code Orange!

Today's News: Not only are the biggest babe-skanks making headlines, but Dish UNEXPECTEDLY is meeting TG's family tonight--without having seen TG yet! Shocker of all shockers! I'm graced with the ability to befriend strangers easily so not nervous. I'll just pop a Xanax and drink two bloody marys beforehand. JK!*

Imagine that shining moment when Tiger Woods met his wife's family. Good vibes passed between all, with the promise of shared love. Now that's shot to hell with a bunch of bikini clad money-grubbers threatening tell-alls and press conferences on secret liaisons. Here's a tip: Don't get involved with married sports figures! Nothing good comes from this, not even a house on a finger. It's so tawdry.

Wonder if I should wear ripped fishnets and Daisy Dukes to meet the family. JK!

*Just kidding

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Changes Dish Likes

Great news: Our favorite bite-size candy George Stephanopoulos might join Good Morning America when Diane Sawyer moves to her evening slot. While I love my little lamb-kebab, I'm still angry at GMA for cancelling on Adam Lambert a 2nd and 3rd time! Luckily, Adam is being exceedingly gracious about having homophobes kick him in the groins. Years ago, I had to suffer through that fat guy on NYPD Blue showing his ass and I'm still not over it. So why ban a boy-on-boy kiss? Enough stewing: I hope George and Robin make a lively pair.

Serious: In exactly 14 days, right at this moment, Dish will trek to JFK to pick up TG. It's been four months of delicious torment with him in Switzerland and me in NYC. I had a memorable but seemingly unremarkable moment with someone who found me 26 years later. I haven't been swept away like this in about 15 years and I truly believed I was "over" relationships. My gratitude overwhelms me that such a special person came back into my life--for however long it lasts. I only say this last part because he's not so into celebrities. Tough bananas for him!

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Meredith Baxter Lesbian!

There have been items about Meredith Baxter on a lesbian cruise and photos of her and her girlfriend. It was only a matter of time. Our favorite TV mom and star of salacious Lifetime movies just came out of the closet on The Today Show and Dish got a little choked up. She was articulate, vulnerable and courageous. The more people are truthful about themselves, the better off we all are. I wish I could be part of The Family but I'm not! This doesn't mean I can't scream from the rooftops that everyone should be able to get married and adopt. Even though it's no one's business and who cares, maybe other narrow-minded people who've always loved her will still love her and finally open their eyes. Maybe there will come a point where no one will feel the need to come out. It won't be a big deal. (like in Europe)

If LMN doesn't strategically air her excellent movies (especially the one where she plays the cheated-on wife who then shoots her husband) this weekend, I'll eat my own hair!

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Dishbrother Star Sighting!

Starbucks, 93rd and Broadway, where DB spends the bulk of his time opening the door for stars. At 9:40 am DB held the door open for strapping actor Liev Schreiber, who rushed out with his joe. When asked about Schreiber's facial expression, DB responded that Liev looked as if he were thinking: Okay, gotta go. It's going to be an exciting day. There you have it. No eye contact was made. I wondered how DB felt about seeing Liev and he said, "He's no Chris Noth."

Dish wouldn't mind colliding with Liev and Chris at Starbucks.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Happy Holiday Meltdowns

The state dinner party-crashers, Tiger, David Hasselhoff. This is why Dish doesn't like the holiday season. The strange vibe of celebration-desperation. In NYC, people push each other to get into stores and on subways. No kind words but Mr. I'm-soooo-important knocks you over while fondling his Crackberry. Instead of niceness, the world succumbs to crazyacting.

For me, it's all about the gingerbread latte. Celebrity of the day: Thank you, Starbucks, for making Christmas, Kwaanza, Yule and Hannukah what it should be. I've been eyeing the Cranberry Bliss Bar for years now and this time, I might get it--TG and my figure be damned to hell! Speaking of TG, he woke up at 3 am just to talk in the right time zone. Who does that? Someone who can't wait to see me. 17 days.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Some Days Are Stranger Than Others

Dish spent almost an entire day without television. The silence was surreal. I did work. I thought of no celebrities.

Okay, enough lying: so The Post had non-sleazy article about the true relationship between Brad and Angina, like they're on the verge of breaking up because of Brad's doobie smoking and her crazy tantrums. If you look like Angina, you can have as many tantrums as you want--is how I feel. I'm not a fan but if she gives so much to charity, I couldn't give a fat fig what she does behind closed doors (I don't buy it either). Same goes for Brad's doobies. If I had that many children, I'd need to be stoned, too. Liked him in the Oceans movies. Do NOT think he is hot.

And Holy Handicaps, what happened with the Tiger Woods fiasco? I'm not sure I care except Dishfather loves him. Moral of all these stories: Rich people have problems too.

ps. Will Nora get laid tonight on B&S? I want to see some skin!

Saturday, November 28, 2009

For Your Entertainment!

Adam Lambert's CD For Your Entertainment has more than two good songs and is well worth the fortune. It's rare I root for young people to succeed so I'm on the Lambert float and raising all lavender flags to celebrate his success. Wondering: Was I a gay man in my past life or am I just a fierce hag?

Damn you, fellow hag Kathy Griffin. Dish dreamt her other favorite redhead was pregnant and delivered two babies by two separate fathers. TG and I talk too much about our future parasites so this makes sense. If TG is the first father, who's the second? (please let it be Gale Harold or Gerard Butler--the latter can impregnate with just a look so this won't break my commitment to TG)

Snowed by the Victoria's Secret "Buy one bra, get the other half off" nonsense, Dish spent an entire day trying to find inexpensive but necessary lingerie. At least five attendants came over to assault me so I wound up scurrying out of the store. It doesn't take much sales talk to alienate Dish.

(JJ, is that you screaming over KG's picture?)

Friday, November 27, 2009

Whatever Works

Ever since Woody Allen slept with his daughter (at least he married her, TG says), I haven't liked his movies, except for Match Point. I also hate Larry David so it took me a while to watch this. Now I get David's appeal. The writing is sharp, witty, and the actors deliver captivating performances. I was impressed with Evan Rachel Wood, one of the few good actresses of her generation. She could have toned down the twang but Hollywood hasn't got this memo ever. Quite an enjoyable movie about the complexity and transient nature of relationships, luck and of course, the movie title. Moral: If you're old, hideous and in love with a super-young girl, it's okay to bang and marry her.

So I've unburdened myself of VHS tapes, watching In & Out one last time before chucking (DVD version on my Amazon wishlist). Funny, I always thought Kevin Kline was gay. It's because he's so articulate and artsy. While watching, I realized he and Kenneth Brannagh belong in the No Lips Club.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!

How interesting: according to Page Six, GMA will let girlfriend-beater Chris Brown sing but not gay Adam Lambert. Dish is tempted not to watch ANY shows on ABC--very difficult since Sally Field is my life.

So what did I do for Thanksgiving? I basked in the family-love of Dishbrother and Dishbrothersidekick who cooked for me all day long. We ate, watched Ever After, and scoured the web for obvious plastic surgery (Sarah Jessica Parker, Demi Moore, Roy Scheider). We discussed Dougray Scott's excellent hair and the timeline of his career (poorly cast in Desperate Housewives but we like him overall); how Drew Barrymore has an otherworldly look to her, is so adorable. We hate her accent in the movie but think she's a marvelous actress usually (Grey Gardens, Boys on the Side).

Dish did not eat turkey, is making up for it by obsessing over turkey waddle growing under chin. Maybe I will get my neck done.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Dish is a Masterbaker!

In buccolic Chelsea, same-sex couples, gallery and furniture store owners can smell chocolate chip pumpkin bread emanating from Dish's kitchen. I gathered bluberries and strawberries from this year's harvest, which will go in tomorrow's pie. I will then allow other people to cook for me, as nature intended.

I am thankful for many things:

Spiritual prosperity, health, a nice rack.

Eastwick is back on the air.

Adam Lambert was lovely this morning (though more controversy ensued and Dish is tired of it) on CBS.

Dishbrother and Dishbrothersidekick transported a large table to the abode while Dish sashayed her fatte-asse behind them.

My hair has never looked better.

That Levi Johnson didn't show peen in Playgirl. While we're all disappointed, it was a good career move.

I'm thankful for all Dish readers. Even if you loathe Thanksgiving or feel alone or depressed during the holidays, just remember that baked goods and severely spiked egg nog heal all wounds. So go ahead, make an ass of yourself. Dish is right there with you.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Boycott Good Morning America Because They Suck!

Ps. If Good Morning America cancelled Adam Lambert's concert tomorrow because of his AMA performance, they SUCK! By the same token, they should cancel every Madonna, Miley Cyrus, Britney performance since they've offended thousands. It's awful that GMA execs think he's not professional enough to know GMA's audience (old people - Dish) and perform accordingly. I will never watch that show again. Switching back to Channel 1.

He Kissed a Boy and We Liked It

Given how many gay kisses exist on TV and movies--and Dish can't get enough of them--what's all the fuss about Lambert sucking a little face? We saw it on Will & Grace a couple times. All the soaps have same-sex liplocks. Not to mention, Lambert's make-out session was on at 10:59pm, when your pure-as-driven-snow children are supposed to be in bed. Oooh, ABC gets 1,500 complaints--we're scared! If Michael Jackson can grab his peen every two seconds, Madonna and Britney can swap spit, Janet can show her booby at the Superbowl, Prince can simulate self-pleasuring at the Superbowl without incident, Adam can do whatever the hell he wants! Precedents have long been set and it's all entertainment. Sadly, the same-sex makeout germ could spread like swine flu. Once you see it, you won't want to stop. Just kidding. Kind of.

What I find truly outrageous is the suggestion that Lou Dobbs might run for President in 2012. I say, go ahead, fattycakes. I wanna see some crazy in the competition. It is fabulous.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Whaddya Want from Me?

Maybe Dish has high expectations but Adam disappointed me at the AMAs. It was inevitable and I still love him madly. Sure, there's now all this controversy over the crotch grabbing, oral sex simulation and same-sex making out, but for Dish, that's just another day in Chelsea and my constant Queer As Folk daydreams. That cheesy song "For Your Entertainment" shouldn't have happened and why make him dance? He's a SINGER. No longer can you stand there and just sing. "Whaddya Want from Me" is his better song and he could have done the duet with PINK which would have rendered viewers apoplectic. But no, it was all about other divas like Whitney (whose song blew the living daylights and you kinda got the feeling it was fake autobiographical with the "holding head high" through adversity when Dish says she kept the head low while sucking on the crack pipe--though I'm primed for her comeback), J.Lo (also lame but I love her in movies), Janet, Taylor Swift, and Lady Gaga whose bombastic performances we've now seen so often it's no longer edgy. The sad thing is that I've had "Bad Romance" in my head all day. That said, I might name my first-born Baby Gaga.

Dish shouldn't be so harsh but it's been a case of the Mondays.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

American Music Award Reactions

Lady Gaga just walked on wearing a skeleton bra and a maxi pad. I might be a little over her. She has good club music and I enjoy her song for Michael Bolton. And Paparazzi.

I've never been that into Keith Urban but watching him, I got a little frisson of lust. He and Nicole make a nice family.

Hated Rihanna's song but I give her props for her performance.

Opening Janet Jackson: the lip-sync was too obvious but adore how she can hoof it better than most women half her age.

Excited for Whitney and J.Lo's lip synching coming up.

Of course, they gave an award to Michael Jackson. I threw up a little in my mouth. Especially with fame-whoring unfamous family trying to make another buck off him.

Will admit to being in heat over Adam Lambert's upcoming performance. *insert girlish squeal here*

In the meantime, Dish prepares for the holidays. Does anyone know where to get a cheap menorah? I'm going Jewish this year and will observe Hanukkah, except on Christmas.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Star Sighting--Dan Abrams

1:41 pm, Greenwich Avenue and 7th: Fresh from bonding with a baby who is now my BFF, Dish strolled home and saw Mr. Cute-Legal-Boy-Turned-MSNBC-Host-Who-Yells-Turned-Something-Else looking mighty scruffy. We locked eyes but Dish didn't feel it was a romantic connection. Maybe on his end because how could he help himself?

Alas, DA, I'm devoted to TG. 25 more days until I meet his plane at JFK.

Haircut appointment with JJ-Check
Makeup and adorable airport outfit chosen-Check
Voucher for car-Check
Book to pretend to read while waiting for TG's plane-Check
Inspirational Duran Duran playlist on iPod-Check

Friday, November 20, 2009


Another person I love: Elizabeth Berkley. Showgirls was comedy not drama so she has nothing to be ashamed of. She was brilliant as that ninny trollop stripper Noni who could probably have killed Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford with a steel stiletto. Since that disaster, Elizabeth has done Lifetime and other little projects, including reality, and a website for helping young girls through life, especially body image. This afternoon, Dish continued her journey through the last season of The L Word and Elizabeth re-entered my universe with a bang. I love how all the lesbians on the show are supermodels, discuss their feelings and have sex all the time. They can't resist going to bed, even if the girl is the most toxic thing on earth. Your love interest could stab you in the chest, sue you for sexual harrassment, steal your screenplay, cheat on you, poison you and you still go out for coffee and then sex. My hope is that Elizabeth is given multiples by Jennifer Beals. Noni will not be denied.