Dish took one for the team tonight. It's okay. You have to. I had enough nice things happen with fun work, gym, and the decision to let the Adam Lambert heartbreak go. Now Perez Hilton wants him to come out of the closet. I'm just as interested to hear Adam say "I'm gay." But the rules of celebrity dictate this declaration won't happen until American couldn't care less. It's like when Pamela Anderson said she had Hepatitis C and got it from Tommy. Uh, duh? Clay Aiken came out when we stopped caring about him. Jane Fonda had three-ways during her marriage five million years ago--now she tells us? Adam should ride the mystique wave and let us wonder. It might give 15 y.o. girls (40 y.o. cougars) hope that maybe we've all been wrong. He is awfully cute.After a productive day, I relaxed with Pineapple Express. Only got through 18 minutes and deemed it unwatchable--too masturbatory, stoner humor gets old, and what were Seth, Evan and Judd thinking? Did they read the script out loud before handing it in? They probably wrote it stoned. Not that Dish would understand such things, but writing stoned makes for excessive indulgence. How many times can I watch people cough hard after taking a big hit, then laugh over how cool cereal is? Of course, there's a vomit scene. Despite those lost 18 minutes, James Franco is one of the most talented actors alive.
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