Too Many Interruptions

Halloween's my favorite holiday, supposed to be fun but my day hasn't been fun. Busy. An overload of tasks to finish, like moving through mud. I was curt on the phone to TG, while running around. I learned no lesson from today's viewing of We Are Marshall--the sappy football weeper starring Matthew I-don't-wear-deodorant McConaughey and Matthew Fox. I'm ashamed I blubbered the entire way through, even with my high IQ and overall jadedness. Maybe it's menopause? Damn, that McConaughey can clear light up a room with his stinky armpits southern charm.

Scoopage: Charlie Sheen is allegedly partying his face off, beyond capacity, right now. More exciting: Nanowrimo begins in two hours...

Where Did Saturday Go?

Dish began her morning with Taken, remembering J.J.'s rantings about Liam Neeson's possum hair. Liam's tresses are indeed frightening, but he is a bad-ass. I can see why people liked this one. Dish enjoys when Geezers are action heroes and Liam pounds bad guys into walls right and left. Plus, most of us have daddy issues and it's a heart-warming gesture when your retired-CIA-operative father gives enough of a %*^& to rescue you when you're kidnapped for slave trade by Albanians. Go, Liam!

In my daily musings, I realized how fatties can rule the entertainment world. Zach Galifianakis is somehow more powerful than Mel Gibson. Ever since The Hangover, he seems to be the fat sidekick in every movie. Due Date looks like a stinker of a buddy movie. Fond memories of John Candy, Chris Farley, John Belushi...

Lastly, tattoo goddess Kat Von D is wearing a sparkler on her left ring finger, flashing it around. She refuses to talk about it to the media. Are she and Jesse James engaged? Don't wanna talk about it? DON'T WEAR IT! That said, I think she and JJ are well matched. I don't mean that in a bad way.

Solo Friday

I'm trying to deny the latest terrorist threat. I don't feel fear so much as annoyance. The timing also bugs me. There's no good time for an attack (unless a sweet panic attack during Duran Duran concert b/c so exciting), but the timing is particularly suspicious. So let's talk about mundane stuff:

The latest couple alert: Cameron Diaz and Glee's Matthew Morrison. This is a step up from A-Rod but I don't have hope of this lasting because, well, MM's star is on the rise and Cameron needs a great movie (that doesn't star Ashton Kitchen). I do see some chem b/w them, tho.

Allegedly, Nicole Richie and Joel Madden have set their wedding date: December 5th. I'm so relieved. It woulda been so embarrassing to have us both married during the same weekend. Sorta why I picked a Sunday!

The Randy Quaids--crazy! I totally expect to see them on an episode of Snapped. TG and I love that show.

Because I'm alone this weekend, I'm catching up on bad Dish marathon television watching. Here are my verdicts: The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills are mostly barking hideous and wear bright cheap dresses. I enjoy Camille and feel bad for Taylor who is in an unhappy marriage (never settle!); CSI: NY, I almost fell asleep it was so boring and I usually adore Sela Ward. The stars just aren't exciting. Blue Bloods: Tom Selleck's dye job frightening but the show itself is marginally better than most of its ilk. Kudos to Donnie Wahlberg (always excellent), Jennifer Esposito, and Bridget Moynihan. A good cast.

Julia Roberts is 43, a Prime Number!

My Lancome products are all ligned up and ready to use. Dish is wearing red the way Julia does in Pretty Woman, hair in a ponytail bun as in Notting Hill when she stays over at Hugh's, going running as when she cleans up her sh*t in Runaway Bride. Dish will spend the day talking softly as JR does during serious moments. Drunken face mask a must as in My Best Friend's Wedding. Will take time to appreciate beauty as Her Highness does in Mona Lisa Smile, also showing that fluffy red hair is the style back in the 50s and 60s. As much as possible, quote Julia all day. When the need comes to laugh, my cackle will be loud and slightly irritating.

Happy Birthday, Julia!!!

Bird of Paradise Simon Le Bon Turns 52

Happy Birthday to our beloved Simon Le Bon. Because it's his special day, I won't post my favorite tabloid photo of him with his hands down his banana hammock (every other day is fair game--see tomorrow). My dream for this Duran Duran lead singer is for him to be cast in a feature film. If you remove some of the ham (I don't mean weight--he's not fat), SLB's probably a good actor and the camera loves him. Working on the script right now.

In the realm of WGaF, Blake Lively and Penn Badgley split and, US Weekly reports, Justin Timberlake cheated on Jessica Biel with Olivia Munn. In a similar vein, Dish just ran out of laundry detergent to clean the blankets Dishcat vomicked on and Dish slept in without knowing! Talk about ewwww and feline hostility.

Her Name Is Rio and She's Finally Walking Down The Aisle

Dish is floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Not real ecstasy as one sees on Queer As Folk, but the kind you feel when you know you're walking down the aisle to Duran Duran's "Rio." Mission Accomplished: Dish Style! Now I just have to wait until January 16, 2011.

Happy Birthday, Hillary Clinton! I read a fun story in Cindy Adams's column: NM Gov. Bill Richardson was turned away from Bubba's party. HAHAHAHA! When you turn your back on Hillary, you lose Clinton friendship...and you lose DISH!

Charlie Sheen made some crazy at the Plaza early this morning. I'm hearing professional escort, cocaine, overdose, nakedness, cops. Now that's my idea of a family vacation.

Toni Collette and Mariah Carey--Preggers!

Y'All

Strange couplings: It's rumored that Taylor Swift and Jake Gyllenhaal are hooking up. Isn't she 17? I approve, of course, because pretty people should be together.

Brothers & Sisters: Kitty's love interest is a little too sweaty. I liked the guy she had an emotional affair with while she was married to Ro Blowe. The one she bonded with in the park. Either that or bring in Harrison Ford for a cameo. Can't wait to see him share the screen with Diane Keaton in Morning Glory (sounds like tea that makes you poop). At least Sally Field got to give another fantastic pep talk. This made up for the predictability of Desperate Housewives.

In a fit of insanity, Dish has signed up for Nanowrimo, which means writing a book in a month. From November 1-30, my postings might be brief. Are you with me, or are you with me?

As always, may the Cosmic Goddess grant me my wish: to have Duran Duran's "Rio" as my wedding song.

One Day Until In Treatment

Will you be watching? Last year, I watched five minutes of In Treatment and thought, "I AM therapy so why do I need more?" Because Gabriel Byrne is so paternal and squishy and it's nice to see how effed up everyone is. Plus, Dianne Weist could brush her eyebrows and I'd still wanna watch.

Matt Damon's wife gave birth to another girl--bringing the total to four girls (one from another coupling). Dish loves a preponderance of womanhood -- and female Damons are a superior species -- but wonder if Matt will try for a boy next time. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

Katy Perry married Russell Brand in India but we're all scandalized that Rihanna didn't show. Maybe because it was all the way in India? Plus, you have to get tons of shots and I live in fear of food poisoning. Many blessings for their wedded bliss. Just saw a Proactiv commercial starring KP and thought she was quite beautiful. Though I get her confused with Zooey Deschanel.

Still trying to find soft like bubbling creek version of "Rio" for my wedding music. So far, it's a bust.

What Do You Say to Twins?

La Celine gave birth to fraternal twin boys, bringing her brood to five. I like Celine though her appearance on Oprah scared the sh*t out of me. It took me back to my days in a French school, where Madame A... dragged my classmate Lionel in front of the classroom and paddled him. Did I mention she pulled his pants down first? Those were the olden days when toilets were Turkish (not sanitary if you're 6 because you NEVER hit the spot), wine came with lunch and Madame A... could get away with paddling. I digress. Celine would never do such a thing and I'm not suggesting abuse. She must be a wonderful mother. Oh God, how did I get into this? Oh right, rambling about my childhood: Back to Madame A... When I cheated on a test (by poorly rubbing out the wrong answer to putting in the right one), Madame A... brought me up in front of the class, eyed me and put a big fat zero on my test.

I do love France, Canada, the French and Celine. I'm just saying Celine would keep me on my toes. Congratulations to her and her family.

Jeffy Weffy is 58!

Happy Birthday to Jeff Goldblum who hits 58. I've heard from a few sources that he's a love. Dish adores his work--for real. He stole The Pillowman right out of Billy Crudup's hands--and Dish adores Crudup, too!

Life would be so unbelievably...um...better if we didn't know so much about Kim Kardashian or her love life. Is she with John Mayer or Kanye West? Maybe both of them, though we know who she'd actually be sleeping with. Maybe.

I didn't see this coming! Supposedly, Kat Von D and Jesse James broke up and she's back with early-onset-OMP Nikki Sixx. By contrast, Maria Sharapova is engaged to a Laker.

Can I hear an "Amen?" Mel was dropped from The Hangover 2. Sometimes when you're a sh*t, bad things do happen. Dish feels that Mel will re-emerge in a few years and the public will forgive him. Sadly, this happens ALL THE TIME and outcasts wind up with a reality show, on CNN or starring in romantic comedies.

Dish Wonders...

...how Willow Smith suddenly is famous. Will name my child after a tree or movie starring Val Kilmer and see how this helps, in addition to putting her/him in child pageants.

...why the Obama administration stopped the repeal of Don't Ask Don't Tell. The timing is far too icky with elections. A Hillary fanatic supporter, I wanted to be wowed by Obama but am disappointed. Are elections about voting for the lesser of two--now three--evils?

...how Tom Cruise and Sofia Vergara were ever romantically linked. Now she is a goddess on Modern Family and Katie Holmes is kinda lifeless. Long live Sofia! (And I hope Katie Holmes is revived someday)

...Oh, and Bob Guccione is dead. Time for dinner.

Star Sighting--Julia Roberts's Sister!!!

Must Dish even before putting away the groceries.

12:45pm, 7th Avenue b/w 17th and 18th: All I had in my head was In Treatment-In Treatment-In Treatment when I spot a familiar woman: Long blond hair, sweet features and looking very much like the best friend/sassy checkout girl in every movie. No, not that one, but the one related to our Julia--Lisa Roberts Gillan. Oh Julia. Your sister seemed a little adrift, like me with bags under eyes and wandering without purpose. But I get it because we middle-agers sometimes just walk in a stupor over loss of youth. Nothing is wrong but it's a gray day. I look forward to my afternoon latte. LRG is fetching in navy top and dark jeans.

Bottom line: Dish is getting closer to Julia, which seems fitting since the discovery was made mathetically that I am 3 degrees from TOM.

Rest in Peace, Mr. C.

We love you, Tom Bosley! Blessings on his coming and going.

In Dish's new "Fabulous, Sweetie" section of this blog, let me crown a new show I hate so much I have to watch: The A-List: New York--There is no show more fake or unwatchable with more unlikeable, trashy people but now I have to see it every week. I do like Mike, as he seems a viable person.

Dish just got HBO for one reason only: In Treatment with Gabriel Byrne and this season with Debra Winger. Talk about excellent.

Eating Crow over B&S

My verdict was hasty. Thanks to Hulu, I snuck in my B&S, which had a good Nora Walker pep talk, Patricia Wettig scenery chewing, and, sob, some excellent gayness between 7th Heaven's Stephen Collins (bless him) and Ron Rifkin. A revelation.

Just when you thought these kids would last forever: Shia LeBoeuf and Carrie Mulligan seem to have severed ties. I don't see how Hollywood relationships can last. It's like Jack Bauer trying to keep things real. You see ugliness and can't go back to the good. Maybe the biz teaches us fully about transience. Despite the Brangelina canoodling, I don't see their union lasting either. The Holmes-Cruise marriage, I envision lasting out of fear on Holmes's part. Pure conjecture. Don't sue me, Tom's lawyers.

The Post endorsed Cuomo, a real sign that Palladino can no more be elected than Dish.

Guess Who's Not Watching Brothers and Sisters? Everyone.

Okay, that was mean. When I left the show a few minutes ago, Sarah was sewing a costume and on the phone. The Walkers are always bickering on the phone. I will return to the show only when Sally Field is doing it doggie style with John Stamos.

The world is short another angel as Barbara Billingsley died. Dish likes to remember her best as the woman who speaks Jive in Airplane: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymMBEwtRZOg. Blessings on BB's coming and going.

You remember my dreams of Tom Cruise as Christ from the last few years? Well, I'm reading Andrew Morton's biography of Tom and the truth is: Tom isn't tell-all worthy. At least Angelina got hopped up on drugs, cut herself and stole men from wives/fiancays. Tom's big scandal is Scientology--not as juicy as track marks on your arm or anorexia--and the leaking of his real personality in 2004. That was a bad year for me, too, and I did things I'd rather forget. It seems unimaginative to plunk him into the gay world. Maybe he's just weird and super-controlling. Every now and then he's fun to watch in a movie. End of story. Well, I still haven't gotten to the Katie Holmes years.

Catching Up on Netflix

It's amazing to think Robert Pattinson can do more than be a vampire but he stars in Remember Me, which Dish watched purely for the twist. The movie itself is a little dull with the usual young romance--she's adorable, vulnerable and blond. He's a mess but ruffled, sensitive and holds her hair when she hurls jello shots. He also reads books, which makes him intense. An annoying best friend, the scars of the past and a dicky father create conflict, but love ensues with some nice performances by Pierce Brosnan (more toward the end), Chris Cooper, Lena Olin and the little strange girl who plays the daughter. The last fifteen minutes make the movie worth watching. You can wash dishes, iron and putter up until 90 minutes in.

In celeb news, Alicia Keys had a boy, confirming my pregnancy code. Famous parents-to-be always publicize the due date as later so that the media won't be hanging around the hospital/tub/home. I wasn't expecting Alicia to deliver until next month. Now Matt Damon's wife is about to drop her fourth any second now.

Shabbat

Dish got some excellent dirt about Madonna's daughter from a teen who goes to school with her. He said she was mean. He said, "Hi" to her and she was like, "Hi." Not cool at all!

Watched two episodes of Harry Loves Lisa. I get their marriage--opposites attract--and her innertube lips are pre-deflationtastic. She's perky, she kicks him around, she's positive, he's deep. Their relationship is sort of like mine and TG's only I'm Harry Hamlin.

The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills--not worth a darn. It's been done before, the housewives look a bit like graduates from clown school, though I confess a soft spot for Camille Grammer. Not sure she has a brain in her head, but she stuck by that OMP for 11 years!

Letting the Air Out of the Tires

Asslips got deflated and Dish loves her for it! Okay, maybe I secretly loved her before the surgery but now she's less lippy and she's written a new novel Starlit. Of course, it's going on my Kindle ASAP.

Today Whoopi and Joy walked out on The View while Bill O'Reilly spewed turdlike substances. B.O. may be no-spin and entertaining, he's mostly a big bully who talks over people. Baba Walters condemned the walk-out and tried to make nice-nice, but I condemn the condemning. When a monster's in the room, sometimes you have to get the hell out!

Just because you care, Dish is changing her long-time "shadow" figure from Steven Seagal to Eminem. While you can't choose your shadow-opposite/good luck charm, Eminem's resurrection in music/sobriety lands him in this coveted spot of being the song that gets me through the last mile on the treadmill. As TG says, anyone who lets Borat land his butt on your face must be okay.

We All Need The Human Touch

When you see, hear Rick Springfield, don't you just wanna smile? Dish does. He's on the circuit now for his new tell-all Late Late At Night and, in interviews, comes off as super-human, as in quivery and vulnerable. I'm ignoring certain domestic abuse reports from years ago--senior moment! At least, he admits to effing other women in his past, that he's nuts b/c of depression. While Dish has enough troubles without scraping a rock star off the floor every time he sees his shadow, I enjoy RS overall and wish him health and happiness.

When Santana and Brittany made out on last night's Glee, I thought, Oh right, that happens every day. Oh wait, they're actually SHOWING IT ON TV. And on Fox. Quite a breakthrough for TV to feature teen girls going at it--well, teen boys tend to get overlooked as well. Ryan Murphy certainly brings gender, sexuality issues to the forefront.

After being called a hypocrite during all the bullying stories, Perez Hilton vowed to be less nasty in this new declaration: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glRZpHuGj6Q. I like Perez and hope this new direction doesn't make him all PC. It's a fine line between entertainment and public execution.

Hurray for the Chilean miners!

Finally!

Courtney Cox and David Arquette are splitsville! It's an epidemic--shedding skin and forming new alliances. I've waited eons for Courtney to be done with D. He reminds me of some my former students who stared into space due to excessive amounts of Mary Jane. I envision her beating him every day for being a dumbass. Dish wishes them well in their new skins.

Also splitting is Christina Aguilera from her no-name husband--just in time for the opening of Burlesque, which looks horrendously bad. I mean, I'd rather it be a movie called Cher. Christina's got great pipes but why would you put Cher with anyone but Cher? Dishbrother was in close proximity to Cher in the movie Faithful (with Chazz Palmient???ri or Joe Montegna, as they're interchangeable). Remember that one? Yeah, it's so bad, not even Cher or DB could save it.

TG is watching Evan Almighty--God help him.

National Coming Out Day

I only found out a few minutes ago that it's National Coming Out Day. I have nothing to come out about (I ate a whole box of Godiva myself) so I can only cheer from the sidelines. Straight people get enough celebrations/TLC wedding shows and biblical references.

On this day, let's condemn the homophobic comments of candidate for governor Carl Palladino, who with each moment, makes a spectacle of himself. It's hard to believe such thugs exist. And speaking of heterosexual thuggery, Brett Favre joins the parade of cheating husbands with his sexting young babes. Dish will say it again: Never become involved with an athlete. In shocking divorces, Ben Harper filed to end his marriage to Laura Dern. She was ridiculed in Andrew Morton's bio of Angelina Jolie and one wonders where the truth lies.

An exciting Brothers & Sisters: Kitty made a souffle. In the toilet, I tell you.

No Chemistry, No Boobies

The trailer for the widely anticipated The Tourist is out and, while it might be worth watching, I don't see the chemistry between him and Jolie. They're both too beautiful. I'm just looking forward to the bad accents.

I have a box of Godiva--will eat all unless TG reads this and discovers its existence. Then I will have to share.

Right now, Desperate Housewives. Traumatized by seeing Bree's cleavage. Her puppies are always covered by her immaculate sweater sets. After six years of no Bree boobies, I need to avert my eyes.

Star Sighting--Rachael Ray!

Chelsea Market wine store, 1:30-1:45 pm: DishMama ambled through the wine store, picking out her own white wine (anything/everything except Chardonnay) when she spotted Rachael Rae telling the wine attendant what kind of wine she likes (Dish suspects she likes A LOT OF DIFFERENT KINDS). DM noted RR looked taller than on TV and that she liked RR's recipe for Mooshy Peas. Dish enjoys RR's perky energy though her oily recipes look as if they might induce an emergency evacuation. She's enjoyable as an antidote to Martha (whom I also like). Oh hell, what's not to like about cooking shows?

On another note, just got through Dexter: Season 4 with the big finale. So glad I protected TG from it.

Happy Birthday, Matt Damon

Dish honors a friend who is Matt Damon's secret soulmate. Today, our Lord of Damonetics turns 40. To show our devotion, let Dish refer to some of the commandments of this forty-year-old religion:

Thou shalt not worship false Damons.

Thou shalt not make a movie like The Legend of Bagger Vance again.

If thou feelst the needst to impregnate the L person, do so thrice, but nevermore.

Thou shalt not use the Damon's name in vain.

Thou shall think of Matt during special alone times.

The Brothers Grimm, not so much, but appreciated.

Thou shalt covet thy Damon's life.

Thou shalt pretend to understand the movie Dogma.

Catching Up on Dexter

There is so little news, I'm speechless. Demi/Ashton - Open marriage? Jessica Simpson blew her cookies on a boat. Pictures of Tom Cruise filming MI: IV reveal saggy boobies and a slim layer of gut flab. He always did have a strange rib-cage. Jay Leno and Seth McFarlane made some tacky oral sex reference about Christine O'Donnell, not surprising since Leno is classless. My veil arrived and it is a lunch lady hairnet. I will put bling in my hair instead. Suffice it to say: Another long week ends. I work, TG works, and by evening, I'm comatose and staring at TV.

At first, I resisted Dexter but now I'm hooked. Plowing through Season 4 and now TG can't get enough either. I know the big twist, which means I won't have as many nightmares. Such a good show.

Vacation.

Every Tom, Dick and Franco

So busy with work, wedding and treadmilling. Now I have to keep up with all the celebs making videos for gay youth and bullying. Stars should make the videos because they are teachers--they've been through it, have more influence than anyone. If George Clooney does a telethon for gay youth, I'm not holding back. I will fake being a teen in crisis. Talking to Jack Nicholson or Jennifer Aniston will cure me.

Dish is reading Andrew Morton's unauthorized biography of Tom Cruise. Bottom line: He's WAY less interesting than Angelina. Have not gotten to the Mimi or Nicole years yet. Mostly, he had dicky father, turned into a big control freak pain in the ass--not surprising. I went to school with a million Toms. Not sure if I ever believed the gay rumors.

Go to http://www.terrysdiary.com/ to see James Franco in drag. Yes, very interesting. It's one thing after the next, with him, isn't it?

Logo's The A-List

Okay, Gays, I have a hard thing to discuss: How bad is The A-list, which premiered last night on Logo? Imagine Dish, more than excited. Finally, a real housewives show with real divas from her town. Now, 24 hours later, I shudder to think of how my eyes were violated by this offensive cliché of gay New York. First of all, the term "A-List" is so embarrassingly passé, someone should be fired. Also, 90% of the gay world is A-list so just using the term is redundant. And how dare you--producers--put this dull, tired poster of hunk-masters playing in a pool to advertise this travesty. I know some men who'd fit into this poster, but many gays aren't all about being gay. Or at least, they have jobs, carry on real conversations, do menial tasks outside of the facials, massages and celeb-air-kissing. Not every mo is swishy! This show makes New York and gays looks terrible!

We've seen the gay stereotypes (assistant, bff, stylist, confidant, wedding planner) on all the other reality TV shows related to fashion and celebrity. This show repeats the same boring sh*t! The guys featured are barely likeable (except Ryan and Derek who are 100% wretched)--just not original, except for maybe the photographer who might sport complexity and 1/2 a brain. Show us something different, Logo, and relevant--something with pride.

--An Angry Hag in NYC

Dish Stream of Consciousness

Male manicurist, Phil Collins in the background--so genius, raining and I don't want to venture out in my high heels, falling happens often for Dish, nails look super-fab, but so disappointed about last night's The Nora Walker Show: Epic shocking denouement, she's a florist, not a lesbian, a Boniva taker, not a flying nun. Would be so refreshing for Sally to be a lez, but then no more bfs, as with Lindsay (a girl's name, come on, England) from Chariots of Fire and Danny "I'm too old for this sh*t" Glover, Jon Tenney (called me for my 40th birthday) and Such-a-Treat Williams. It doesn't make the stomach turn like all the closeups on CNN's Parker/Spitzer. Who are we kidding, it's Spitzer/Parker and she is barely a dust ruffle. Spitzer is back, Jack. TG and I ralph daily over how this world is in shambles but we make no generic claim of moving to Canada like other faux-bohemian-affluent-liberal acquaintances. You know who you are, but then, you don't read this because celebrity is pitiful (we say delicious). Will do peace march for all transgressions, including freedom of thought. The smile is back and so is Ben & Jerry's Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream.

Bright light: Bill Maher's Christine O'Donnell footage--though it is more silly than damning. Dish was in love with Sonny Bono at age five. I once tried to make an empty chalk carton rise from the power of thought--maybe that was more recent. The only people who might take O'Donnell seriously don't watch Maher.

A Slow News Day

I remember where I was when the plane few into the Hudson in 2009. Do you? Now, Captain Sully's heroic landing will turn into a movie, starring some lucky actor. Hmmm. My top pick from the list is Harrison Ford (for box office) and William H. Macy (for pure acting chops). Probably the latter because he needs an Oscar, STAT. The problem is: How do you make this into a 90-minute movie?

Lastly, the world's most talentless couple, Heidi and Spencer, are no longer divorcing. We saw that coming last year.

Alerte de Terror? Diarrhée De La Bouche!

Quel coincidence qu'il y aura maybe un petit terrorist warning pour les Americans overseas--une month before la merde hits the fan and le power retourne aux constipes Republicans (c'est inevitable). C'est un power ploy, n'est-ce pas? Je suis ALL FOR the reverse dans la maison because cela cause un two-term president comme avec Clinton et W.

CNN commentator Rick Sanchez a dit que Jon Stewart est un bigot et uttered anti-semitic remarques. Dish sera un Jew par marriage dans 3 months, alors, je suis tres hurt par ses stupides utterances. Mon future peuple a suffered enough. Son career est finished. Mais Elliot Spitzer couche avec un prostitute et il va être a la télé. Bravo, CNN.

Thank God This Week Is Over

It was full of news, mostly bad news. New York's Republican candidate for governor Carl Paladino showed himself to be a thug. Reminds me a little of a former New York mayor. Too many suicides among gay teens--at least reported. So many suffer in silence. Dish is far too close geographically to the Rutgers suicide and feels that those two voyeuristic jackasses committed a hate crime. It boggles my mind that anyone would violate another person like that but it happens every day.

On a happier note, Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson hits Broadway in two weeks. It's a hip, sexy, fun show and people should go see it. According to the Post, there are funding problems. Who else is having funding problems?

Tonight is a bust. Tried to watch A Single Man, but TG started hitting himself, a sign of extreme boredom--even with Mr. Darcy's presence. So I put on something else, but that didn't please him either. I like A Single Man so far, FYI, JJ. After constant wedding stuff, work, no time to breathe, I just want an Advil and sleep.