Happy Duran Duran Appreciation Day

Today is the official appreciation day for Duran Duran, though Dish feels this should be a daily event. I greet the dawn with Simon's quirky lyrics filling my head "with chopstick." By mid-morning, my sense of Nick Rhodes aesthetic kicks in. I notice architecture, the ripple in my coffee, well-rounded nostrils. At noon, I Tweet my every move to the masses, just like John Taylor. Tea-time is quiet, like Roger Taylor--well, except for my drumming on the coffee table while watching reruns of Sex and the City. By night I prepare again for my New Religion by rocking out like the unofficial but no less precious member of Duran Duran: the indubitable Dominic Brown. To all this, let's say Amen.

So...my mother has a wild crush on heartily enjoyed the star of Jersey Boys, John Lloyd Young, who dazzled us last night. She raved how impressed she was with his sparkling brown eyes vocal range and could we go see the show again? Tee hee. I bet she's obsessively watching Youtube videos of Jersey Boys right this second to enhance her knowledge of music history. Hurray! This means I might see the show again! Dish is beyond barking-batsh*t-obsessed with the music of Jersey Boys. John Lloyd Young was pure magic.

Rumors that smells like bullcrap: 1. Brangelina getting married this weekend in France? I dunno. This smells old to me. 2. That X-Files costars Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny are doing the XXX, which is the fervent wish of diehard fans (and greatest heartbreak of Disholdestfriend).

Patriarch Joe Simpson was busted for DUI. LOL! Frowny face.

This Photo May Be Too Provocative...

But first, let's address some whoas: One of my favorite actors, Dennis Quaid, must endure another divorce! His wife just filed. Dare I hope that he and Meg reunite? I'm just nostalgic for olden times before Russell Crowe ruined everything. He and Denny would be good in a movie together. I'm not well.

Is it my imagination of was The Office really bad last night? They need to shut that store down. After Carrell left, there's only Dwight and Jim duking it out. And that ain't enough. I will always believe that Mindy Kaling is a genius, though.

Jon Hamm joins the Daniel Craig club and calls KK and Paris effing idiots. I have a friend who lives in his building!!!

So clinical psychologist David J. Ley wrote an article arguing that sex addiction is a myth, citing that David Duchnovny's stint in sex rehab as a way to excuse cheating. Well, DD is pisssssssed and wants no association with Ley. A little funny, the name Ley. Sex addiction. I don't blame DD one bit as his proclivities are no one's business (I love Tea Leoni!), but then am mixed on the idea of sex addiction as a disorder. I've watched enough SATC and Queer As Folk known several people (Dish is too square) who've had "secret sex" but then they grew out of this. Maybe some don't. Is that a bad thing? I dunno. I'm addicted to sugar and think about cake with mounds of frosting ALL THE TIME. The pining over cake is far more delicious than when I take that bite of what is usually straight Crisco.