Showing posts with label Rachael Ray. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rachael Ray. Show all posts

Sunday, March 04, 2012

Julia, Lindsay and Rush

I saw Julia on the cover of Vanity Fair and purchased immediately. I love this rag. It's one of those magazines that one can savor all day. As I pored over the Julia interview, I remembered why she and I should be best friends (Mike Nichols is welcome to our GF club, too). We're just so similar on the planet where all my dreams come true. Can't wait to see Mirror Mirror!

People are bashing Lindsay Lohan's SNL performance but I can't fault her. The writing has been super-stinky. I gave the show a fighting chance for 35 years. Maybe it's the format itself that should be changed.

Rush Limbaugh needs hospitalization for his outbursts, though one shouldn't be surprised. He's said ludicrous things for so long. For those who are outraged by his latest rant, just remember he's sort of stayed in the same place for the last decade. No moving up any ladder. Super-insane people tend to implode like this. Rush is very, very fat.

According to Page Six, Martha Stewart and Rachael Ray were in the same restaurant, at the same time. Martha allegedly shot daggers at Rachael and the latter got her meal to go. I wonder if this is true. Dish likes Martha and Rachael. Why pit them against each other? There's room for both.

Duran Duran's in Dubai Dubai!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Valentine's Day from Latest Sufferer of Acquired Situational Narcissism!

It's true: Dish and TG have the syndrome suffered only by celebrities. We've spent the entire day watching ourselves on The Rachael Ray Show over and over again -- to the point where hearing Rachael Ray say our names is as normal/expected as Dishcat whizzing on the couch (a daily event). We loved our moment in the sun. Oh what's this, TG is replaying the clip again! We love Rachael.

On Whitney watch: Her broken vessel was flown to New Jersey. How gruesome and yet details I kinda wanna know. You look at the hearse and think, she's in there. The speculation and blame continues. Was it murder? Nancy Grace asks. Whitney wanted to die, Bill O'Reilly claims. CNN reported is poorly, says Jon Stewart. I'm done. Ready to celebrate the good Whitney times.

Disastrous: I just read a Radaronline spoiler for The Bachelor and am now thoroughly deflated. I also wonder if it's a lie. If not, I foresee a marital disaster! Bring on Emily Maynard STAT.

Matt Bomer: has come out, just in time to appear on Glee. Why do I have to wait until April for his Duran Duran episode? I won't make it. Darren Darren, Finn, Jane Lynch and the OCD guidance counselor are the only ones keeping me going.

I hope you all had a nice Valentine's Day. For 40 years, it seemed a bizarre, often cruel holiday. Now it's bearable if you focus on loved ones and chocolate. With TG, every day is a gift.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Dish and TG on The Rachael Ray Show Tomorrow!

Don't hyperventilate too much--we're only on for about a minute, but if you recognize us, you'll witness the awesomeness of TG. When he got his makeup done, he said to the stylist, "I'm ready for my open casket." With a guy like that around, Dish laughs pretty much nonstop. I kind of am dreading seeing myself on TV, but Mama Gena would advise me to watch with pride.

The Grammy's: LL Cool J raised the energy at the beginning, inviting everyone to pray for Whitney. Dish is not into traditional organized religion (?) but Ms. Houston probably would have loved this. LL has been a Dish-fave since the 80s and one of the few that hasn't totally mucked up his life with scandal. I could only take so much, though. Like Seinfeld, I stopped at a high-point: Bruno Mars, who is possibly my favorite new artist of the last year. He rocked it, showing us what happens when James Brown, Elvis and Prince have sex and produce a love child. Total brilliance!

The latest: That Whitney might have drowned in the bathtub. In Dish's non-medical opinion, this seems impossible without A LOT of pharmaceutical help and cement blocks. How will I wait for toxicology reports?

Last night's Downton Abbey: Did I call it or did I call it. My powers of prediction make all series watching unbearable. If Anna and Bates don't do the horizontal mambo at the beginning and end of every episode, I'm ditching DA. Oh wait...Shirley.