Showing posts with label Bobbi Kristina. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bobbi Kristina. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Star Sighting: Mark Ruffalo!!!

7:52 am crossing 94th and Amsterdam, Mark with his family, seen by Dishbrother who was surprised at how hunkalicious Mark is. He's one of those stars whose gorgeousness sneaks up on you when you're not noticing. Great actor, annoying Ray Romano voice, which puts Dish off. But we approve this sighting.

Dish is in a hurry so quickly:

The sociopath won Bachelor Pad. Utter brilliance. I'm sure dead bodies will appear since the winner showed some unraveling.

True Blood twins have arrived! Ouch.

Kris Jenner and NBC ruined the moment of silence for 9/11. Showing us what's really important.

Watched Katie. Couric is a delight, perfect as a host, but totally overtanned.

Tried to watch War Horse but I'm not into horses and gag reflex started working over Spielberg's swelling music and sweeping landscapes. I don't need my heartstrings to be pulled!!! Give me a rubber shark any day.

Dish is seeing ZZ Top AGAIN TONIGHT!!!

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Saturday and the Living is Uneasy

I just spent an entire afternoon doing a task that certainly won't advance any cause. It's like when I stood in line for 8 hours to get my Visa in France. By the end, I was slightly in love with the evil bureaucrat who whisked me by. I'm eying my computer monitor fondly. I hate Excel.

It seems Growing Pains's Kirk Cameron is dissing the gays. I find it sad when someone so cute could sound so hateful? But what do we care? Maybe he'll appear on The Surreal Life with Clay Aiken.

Oprah scored her first post-Whitney interview with Bobbi Kristina. I'm losing my innocence.

My last work: F*ck you, Prison Break. Sure, the last two seasons were predictable with all the last-minute saves and I applaud your final twist but movies/shows of the last 20 years have taught me to expect everything to be all nicey-nice at the end. I'm now damaged beyond recognition (though you did the right thing).

Monday, February 20, 2012

What Celebrity Offspring Are Doing:

Converting to Islam: Son of director Oliver, Sean Stone did the deed not in a sedate Hollywood mosque but in freaking Iran where he is researching a documentary. He hopes that this opens up a dialogue between the different religions and now considers himself a Jewish Christian Muslim. Hey, whatever blows your skirt up! It's better than spending your day on Facebook.

Getting High: Bobbi Kristina was allegedly seeking a pick-me-up after her mother's funeral. Is this at all surprising? Frankly, Dish would do the same thing--only BEFORE and DURING such a traumatic funeral. But still, sounds like Whitney's girl needs help and I hope she gets it.

Getting the Crap Beaten Out of Them: I'll admit to a little snickering over Princess Caroline's son Pierre Casiraghi, Stavros Niarchos and other children of luminaries getting clocked after allegedly being drunk and obnoxious in a club. My secondary emotion is compassion. Violence is only okay on television.