WTF Friday!

More celebs who can't keep it in their pants: Five months after giving birth, Tori and Dean announce that she's preggo again. If you do the math, they must have had one sexy candlelight dinner since she should be just about done with her first trimester. Get a room, you horny beastmasters!

I wish I had better Kardashian news. Someone threw flour at our dear KK, which she now calls bullying. If celebs use the term "bullying" it's serious. When fat little Davey taunted me every day after school, making me spend hours in my room crying, I wish I had had an outlet, could show them the barrage of stars that have come out against bullying. At least no one threw flour at me, just rocks--until puberty arrived to save the day. Flirting is more fun than throwing stones at Dish!

The verdict is back that Whitney died from accidental drowning and she had coke in her system. So, piecing this together CSI style, she must have done coke, had a cardiac event and then fallen into the tub. I haven't actually read the report because I don't care that much. I just love her music.

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.

A Really Long Weekend...

It's been a rough couple of days due to what I thought might be strep but what could be the common cold. Instead of getting rest, Dish hasn't been able to sleep. So what else is new?

What does one due during the ill moments? Pick up Jennifer Egan's Look at Me, love it and since it's too literary to keep my attention for more than five minutes, I turn back to TV!

What's on my mind: NJ Governor Christie just vetoed the gay marriage bill, making him incredibly behind the times. Doesn't he realize how powerful the gay community is? You don't want to mess with women either. The birth control issue is coming around at a perfect time and Obama puts himself more firmly on the side of women (though I'd still choose Hillary!) than the Republicans. This race is his to lose.

Yesterday I attended Whitney Houston's funeral via TMZ. It was lovely, both happy and somber, with a chill-inducing choir to bring her home. The big controversy occurred when Bobby Brown's entourage was turned away and he left. This is frustrating on both sides. Why can't an obviously grieving man honor his ex-wife? And on the other hand, why the hell couldn't he show up by himself?

Because illness forced me into research, I looked up the reality show Bobby and Whitney did. It was called Being Bobby Brown, when Whitney was always the bigger star. Says a lot.

Let me end on a nice note: Matthew Perry will join the cast of The Good Wife. Thank goodness. I've been very bored by this season. Will and Alicia together put me to sleep.

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.

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.

Whitney Update

The autopsy is imminent but I'm reading that some Rx were found (Lorazepam, Xanax, Valium, sleeping agent--you know, THE USUAL!) in the room and she died in the bathtub. Not a good combo, though TG says there must have been a lot of substances for her to drown in the tub. Xanax has turned into the villain in this death and the tabloids want to put the pill on trial. Tangent: Tony Bennett said at the Clive Davis pre-Grammy show that drugs should be legalized like in Amsterdam where all is mellow and cool. Dish is mixed: Pot legal yes, but this country is so uncivilized when it comes to substances. Anyway, back to WH: So then Bobbi Kristina, Whitney's daughter, had to be rushed to the hospital due to, well, her mama died and I'd be hysterical on a stretcher too. Another one of those accidental, preventable celebrity deaths, it seems. My conundrum: Why do celebs need both Lorazepam & Xanax? They're kinda the same thing.

I hadn't intended to watch The Grammys--just because musicians give highly moronic acceptance speeches--but I do want to see any/all Whitney tributes. I can DVR Downtown Abbey and Dull Housewives. Jennifer Hudson was a great choice to honor WH.

More Not So New Whitney Details and Movie Review

Allegedly, family members are deeply saddened and hysterical over Whitney's death, as are many celebrities. Focus intensifies on official investigation, allegations of boisterous partying and/or "she was perfectly fine" before she died. This is the point where news agencies/tabs have no news and repeat same stuff, delving into her relationship with Bobby and Ray J, who did the sex tape with Kim. Downward spiral from there.

TG made me turn off CNN and we saw The Descendants (which I'd secretly already seen and figured my punishment was watching it again). It's a little boring but good performances by all. I liked George in Michael Clayton more--just because it was an intense role and I love seeing him thoroughly disheveled and effed up. He's just great to the point where it pisses me off. But as with Brad Pitt, his gorgeousness does nothing for me so I focus on talent, which he has in spades. His sense of humor always tickles me and I wish I'd been a fly on the wall when he filmed that dining room scene with Julia in Ocean's 11. They had to do several takes because he kept making her laugh: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-p0hB3a8uag. The Descendants has a lovely Hawaiian setting and I enjoyed how cinematographer made it so drab. I still choose The Artist for Best Picture. This one wasn't so new and different. I wouldn't pay 13$ to see it, but I would put it at #5 on my Netflix queue.

Watching This Was a Mistake!

But oh so good. So what's a few tears? There are so many gems she left behind:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QaI-M9sxWhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif4&list=FLgKF76xPBOTIX6LFpyz2cwA

This wasn't the greatest movie of all but she gave it heart. I dare you NOT to get chills at the 3:10 mark.

Whitney Houston RIP

I'll spare you a Whitney retrospective and just reiterate how sad this is. I've ignored Whitney since she married Bobby Brown because it all went downhill from there. Not that I blame him because she was her own person and an adult. But tragic that such brilliance could be extinguished so suddenly.

I'll just leave remembering a night at a bar in Ohio,1988. Dish was on her second half of a beer and wasted. I was probably weeping over EXBF2 who was a drunk but so charming (and is now deceased). Then this song came on the jukebox and I was transformed: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YjSHbA6HQQ. I felt happy. Thanks for that joy, Whitney!

Whitney Houston Has Died

In shock. Looking for news...

It's true. So sad.

In 69 Hours, I Will Turn 14 Again...

...as long as I pack the Duran Duran tickets to DAR Constitution Hall for Sunday. TG is screaming his anxiety that I might leave them at home. Seriously, though, we're bargaining. I have to go to Duran Duran, therefore you must do dishes for a week. I am Dish, so why should I wash them? Isn't that what husbands are for? I'll take some juicy pics while I'm there and post.

Whitney Houston wouldn't buckle her seatbelt for some reason and was almost kicked off the plane. The girl was exhausted, leave her along. BobbBAY!!! The flight attendant had to buckle her in. Vile. I swear, if I meet a mean celeb, they are dead to me. In other a-hole behavior, Lindsay Lohan got booted from her community service at a women's center because she was a big old pain in the ass. Of course, she blames the center, saying they were mean. Landfill?

TG and I watch reruns of Frasier. It's the best thing Kelsey Grammer has ever done. I can't imagine how crappy Boss must be. In the previews, I keep expected him to deliver a quippy line and ask Niles to go to Le Cigale Volant. These days, Kelsey seems gross after dumping his wife so strategically and getting married five minutes later. But you have to admit, he does some things very well--like Frasier. After all his personal stuff--the yuck of which has followed him for decades, i.e. he was never a saint--sours me on continuing to follow his career. Boo. I forgave Woody Allen eventually for effing his daughter. He did marry her, as TG points out.

Celebrity vegetarians: Alec Baldwin, Carrie Underwood, Ellen DeGeneres, Bill Clinton, Anne Hathaway, Brad Pitt