"Ugly Betty" Star Sightings

11:30 a.m., the Woolworth Building: Dish is getting lunch, walking through the lobby. There is next to no one in the building and I ask the ace security team: Are we allowed to go outside? Sure. No problem. I walk to the entrance and pass two little people loaded with makeup. Oh, hello. It's America Ferrara and Eric Mabius. SIGHTING OF THE YEAR!!!

I stood on the corner of Park Place and Broadway and watched as they filmed the two walking frantically across the street. Well done, stars!

James Cameron Inspired by The Love Boat

Headfirst onto my couch, I dove, then tuned in to The Love Boat--the one where Michelle Lee (she's always on that show, the hussy!) has a huge diamond everyone wants to steal. Toward the end, she flings it into the ocean because it's caused so much trouble in her relationship. It was SO Titanic, I laughed my face off. Who knew James Cameron was so derivative? Will admit that I adore Michelle Lee. She just seems like fun.

In other news, I've broken the Da Vinci Code of online dating: if his body is "above average" that means he's fat. "Self employed" means drug dealer or unemployed. The ones over 40 lie about their age by at least 5 years--it's mandatory. I adore the super faraway pictures these suitors put up--as if his golf swing from 100 feet away will spark my love. Best of all: the obviously cropped off pics of these gents with their former significant others and sometimes taken at their weddings. Vavavavoom!

Lethargy

I'm supposed to hostess a getogether at my favorite bar but am experiencing extreme lethargy. I don't want to leave my couch. The purpose of the night is to bring people together--secretly set up two people, possibly another two people, while I sit back and watch, make sure everyone has a good time and the bill is paid. Going out holds no appeal for me anymore. I don't care about meeting people. I already see my friends on Facebook. What's the point?

Especially when there are movies and stars to watch. I felt a shiver last night when I saw the trailer for the new Desperate Housewives. I immediately marked September 28th on my calendar. While that show holds no appeal either, three guesses why I can't wait for it to start. I know, I'm so redundant. To put more intellectual thoughts in my head, I popped in the DVD for Rome. Funny how everyone is British on the show. I had no idea Romans were really Brits. Isn't it visa versa? Everyone loves Rome, but it's putting me to sleep--and I majored in Latin.

Tennis of the Third Kind

Right now, Roger Federer pushes away his wavy locks as he awaits his opponent's serve. Doesn't he know his hair won't stay? Roger needs bobby pins. When in flux, I carry enough makeup/hairstuff for an extended moon landing. Why can't Roger Federer smack his hair down during an important match? It could be a tic. I have those too. When I'm psychotically nervous, I touch my nose.

Despite some leisure time, Dish can't stop working. While I adore not commuting for a couple days, I'm like that ruthless employee who can never shut off the brain. But for the sake of celebrity dish, I'll try. Molding on my movie shelf is Deja Vu and episodes of Rome. I go through periods of loving and being indifferent to Denzel. Sometimes, I feel he phones it in. Is that blasphemy? Sometimes I hate Tom Hanks, too. And most things Steven Spielberg (except Jaws is my all-time favorite movie) and Ron Howard (except Opie and Richie!). Okay, now I should be killed.

Hate to say it...

As much as I disagree with most of her beliefs, she delivered an amazing speech (while Giuliani sounded even more like a loser). And...I'll admit...I *could* envision being friends with her. Dish has a few Republican friends and the only way we stay harmonious is by not discussing politics. That's what our "great country" is all about, right? At least, that's the way Aaron Sorkin wrote it in The American President.

I was on the treadmill the other day, watching CNN (oh, and exercising), and listening to Palin speak. A NYSC employee yelled behind me to another NYSC employee, "We need to turn off all these TVs. I hate her! Turn them all off!!!" Clearly, I was watching and she was hinting that I switch my channel. I almost turned around to remind her that Nazi Germany was over 60 years ago. If she's for Obama, she's for my right to watch an opponent of Obama on the freaking television. Don't mean I'm voting for Palin. She's just an object of interest (and her husband is hot).

Efficiency and Super-Scheisters

How much funner was last night's The Closer? Better than the previous three eps and Fritzy got in a GREAT last bit. Maybe we'll see a wedding in the finale...but will Brenda make it down the aisle? I'll be there feeding her Xanax. Love how her parents spice things up.

My Tuesday was fairly blissful. I had a resurfacer--wish I could remember resurfacers are always bad news--in Super-Scheister, the gorgeous suitor who Dish thinks is a con artist but only humors because he resembles a superhero. All professional tasks were easily accomplished. My blood pressure never went above normal levels and I didn't pay for a single meal. My favorite Starbucks baristo opened up the register just to wait on me. Then there was Federer's excellent match and the arrival of Season 4 of Sex and the City and SNL's Best of Alec Baldwin.

All systems go...

Let Your Voices Be Heard (At Least in Your Head)

For those who love Gale Harold, watch the trailer of the movie Falling for Grace (www.fallingforgrace.com) over and over again. Send urgent but happy thoughts to the director and star Fay Ann Lee that she bring it to New York so we rabid fans can see it. We need a little happiness in our lives. And to support excellent female directors...a little Christine Baranski, too. Oh, and hello, Margaret Cho is more fun than a bucket of chicken. And a bucket of chicken is pretty durn fun.

Wasting Time

Today, I'm exactly like Rafael Nadal in that, after 4 hours of sleep, I dragged my lazy ass to the gym and ran 4 miles. Though weary from Beijing, Rafa played his corazon out and won against the impressive Sam Querrey in 4 sets. Dish has always loved the number 4. And now, I'm set to eat 4 times my weight in ice cream.

This night marks exciting possibilities for television viewing: new Gossip Girl, new The Closer, the Republican Convention--castrated by hurricane Gustav--and more tennis. Hurricane Dish is ready. I don't know which one to go to for the most ugliness, sex, backstabbing, and cliched dialogue. I love all the above items, as long as they don't apply to my life (except for the cliched dialogue, since I rely on it to express my feelings).

As I watched Regis & Kelly this morning, I observed Benjamin Bratt. He was never my true hunka hunka, but I pined for those easier times when he was with Julia Roberts. They broke up right after she got an Oscar and two minutes later he married someone else and had kids. So did she. I wonder if he misses that. How could he not? Since meeting Julia, Benjamin has had a better career. I mean, he was in The Next Best Thing with Madonna. Now he's in The Cleaner (kinda like The Closer only Benji's more effed up than Brenda maybe?). Dish wishes him well.