Catty Comments from the Tonys: First Two Hours

No one kept time with the orchestra. Everyone was so in love with their voices they drew out each note.

Loved, loved the Sean Hayes/Chenoweth Frenching.

Interesting how Scarlett hugged Liev before her husband. I give it another year.

I wish I understood my violent aversion to Green Day. They are just loud and sing three notes. And the red pants.

Antonio Banderas has still got it.

Adored that Kate Finneran won a Tony! She was brilliant in Promises, Promises--and, indeed, stole the show.

Most of the speeches were too long and theatrical.

I'm very sorry the ratings were bad, but who's surprised? How many get to NY to see these plays?

Star Sighting: Kevin Bacon

BREAKING NEWS! This is the ultimate star sighting. This just in from DishBrotherSideKick:

"I went running with Kevin Bacon today! Well, actually we were both running around the reservoir in opposite directions. We crossed each other three times (I did 2 laps). The first two times I wasn't sure but the third time I watched him very closely and yes, it was him (or his twin). He was wearing black sun glasses and a cap, shorts and a t-shirt, all black. He seemed very fit, but kinda of skinny legs."

To flesh out this article, I asked how hot Kevin Bacon was on the Hot-o-meter:

"He was hot, but not super hot. It was mostly the air of sport jock that he had all around him that made him hot. Otherwise not so much. Like I said, very thin legs (although muscular, you can tell it's genetic his chicken legs). Was a little scruffy in the chin, perhaps he's growing a goattee. Very fit and nice pace."

Thanks, DBSK! Dish is going to start running outside, if only to see star chicken legs (pig nostrils)!

Tony, Tony, Tony!

I'm only watching them for Sean Hayes. Oh, who am I kidding? Yes, I watch them every year. I've only seen Promises, Promises, which for some odd reason got all these nominations. I'd give one to Kate Finneran and Sean Hayes, but that's about it. Will avert my eyes whenever Green Day is mentioned. Hate their music.

Kate Hudson dating a really ugly musician. I hope she and Cameron Diaz make up and realize that dating the same person (at different times) brings you closer together, could even blossom into a movie script. There's no sense fighting over an athlete. They park in many garages at once.

With TG gone, Dish regressed today. Ate tons of junk food and worked on a puzzle of Paris.

Is It True?

I saw a tabloid that speculates Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston see each other behind Angelina's back. It smells like BS but wouldn't that be interesting? I realize I should be reading Flaubert and fighting for causes but I need a break. Weekends never reap good smut so I'll wait until Monday.

TG leaves tomorrow for the Middle East. We decided to have a cozy night, watching the remake of Nuremberg starring Alec Baldwin. We were instantly bored. Instead, we watched The Insider. TG remarked that Russell Crowe is excellent at looking worried. I really don't think he's done anything good since The Insider. If you watch him carefully in every movie following that one, he's a bit of a hack. Even in The Insider, he does some tricks but I believe him. Great Al Pacino. I enjoy his yelling.

Happy Birthday, Dr. Oz (and TG)

I would have put TG first in the headline but he's mortified by the attention. Hee hee. Ha ha ha. That's funny. No really, he doesn't like anyone making a fuss. But we will anyway: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TG!

Today is a good day because last night's television sent us all over the edge. The reunion of the NYC Housewives resembled The View during hot button times--everyone flapping their gums at once. Bethenney Getting Married? contained more gum flapping and I finally had to turn it off. If you want to see women going bananas, find yourself an episode of Snapped. At least that show has murder.

So Much Drama

Allegedly, Larry King's wife attempted suicide by an overdose of pills and it's said he didn't visit her for days (though isn't there a 72-hour lockdown?). Again, people don't get Dish's remedy for all suicidal thoughts (I only had them once, it was just a stomach ache): stay under the covers until you feel better! I hope she recovers and gets the divorce she needs.

More death talk, there's fighting over Gary Coleman's body. When did you ever hear that sentence before? Everyone involved in his life sounds like no good.

So onto more positive thoughts: Two hours of Real Housewives of NYC tonight. Poor TG can't contain his excitement. He's so happy about this, he might put on the earphones to drown out the fabulousness.

Knight and Day comes out soon and I can't wait. Tom Cruise being funny is a good thing.

Who Should Be Used As Landfill?

1. I gave Lindsay Lohan enough of a chance since her excellent work in The Parent Trap and Mean Girls. But now that she's violated her parole, I'm done.

2. Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag whose separation has all the earmarks of a hoax. I hate these two and that's probably what they want.

Triumph: Last night's Glee. Loved the bitchy Olivia Newton John. When Finn told Rachel he loved her, Dish got chills. The music showed very clearly that the creator was born in the 60s as most of the music was not so hip or relevant.

New Talent: Jason Derulo who was on today's The View. If Prince, MJ and Lenny Kravitz had sex--and I'm not saying they did--they'd produce this wonder of Funk Pop.

Happy Birthday, Nick Rhodes!

Haiku for Duran Duran's Keyboardist

large nostrils flaring
does the met have a Warhol?
gray firs dot the hill

easy to hide them
dish visits JJ who laughs
with her and at her

what's age when you've got
flair, talent, (bucks) and pure steel
behind the beauty

not so effing old
xcept when taking pervy
photos of russian models

it's okay cause you're
in a band and never age
gray fir can be dyed

often and often
ruffles and coral lipstick
happy day of birth