Rest in Peace, Marvin Hamlisch

Dish's appreciation of Hamlisch was tainted by a family member who thought his tunes sappy and overblown. You can't deny Hamlisch changed the world with his music. My favorite soundtrack of his was The Mirror Has Two Faces A Chorus Line. He made some magic.

In lesser news, Rob Kardashian is going to law school, which is awesome. A Kardashian choosing education over "the scene?" I'm feeling dizzy, though a noxious cold still controls my system. TG's first words to me this morning, "Your cold isn't as bad as mine. I have strep AND a virus." This after I said good morning and no sound came out.

Movie appreciation: Friends with Kids. I'm always reluctant to see a Jennifer Westfeldt flick because of The Voice. Adored Kissing Jessica Stein though her whining got to me. FwK is utterly adorable and so is Westfeldt, mellow yet perky. It's kinda predictable but a sweet escape. She looks different from every other Hollywood actress. She is different -- writes, acts and directs. Who has the energy for that? In this one, you'll find some NYC indie mainstays such as Ed Burns Turlington, Don Draper, Adam Scott and Maya Rudolph. Watch it for a touching, easy breezy beautiful Cover Girl experience.

Making Light of Atrocity

Dish loves un-PC and off-color jokes but it takes skill to make 9/11 or the latest Batman tragedy funny. Comedians push the "funny atrocity" envelope, I think, to get into tabloids and they almost always fail. Most recently, Dane Cook did it and Jeff Ross followed suit in the Roast of Roseanne. Maybe South Park is successful at this. The Book of Mormon is the only instance where I laughed hysterically at child sexual abuse and AIDS. Otherwise, why go there?

Monday's news was light or maybe I am too focused on my cold. TG over-surfed and fell ill in California. I woke up this morning with that raw, scratchy throat. My week is busy with a viewing of Jersey Boys and then...TG and I are filming yet again on Friday. We are soooooooo famous. A cold might be a good thing. If my voice--probably my least attractive trait--is affected, I'll sound like a sexy Kathleen Turner instead of my usual Marge Simpson rasp. We can only hope. Dish will breathe in some mold and drink from TG-tainted glasses.

Please say a loud f*($k for me since my DVR erased the last three episodes of Breaking Bad. Where the hell can I find them? And please get Amanda Bynes a driver since she might have been involved in another hit and run. I have Skyline on speed-dial with their floaty Lincoln Town Cars and mysteriously quiet drivers who always get me to the church on time. Amanda, please listen.

Couples in hell: Rumor has it that J. Lo is about to dump Casper Smart. And, the kinky pair who never seemed to share a distressing moment Alex McCord and Simon van Kempen might be on Couples Therapy to repair their marriage. Smells like a desperate way to get back on TV. I don't blame them. They were fun in the spotlight.

NBC is sucking eggs right now. They fired Jack Osbourne after he announced he had MS and Sharon just quit her show. Matt Lauer swung his mighty hammer at Ann Curry's career with less than happy results. And today, Matt Lauer used the term "Indian Giver" on The Today Show. Oh so glib, Matt. Talk about making light....

Happy Anniversary to Dishbrother and Dishbrothersidekick!

A year ago today, my darling brother and my perfect brother-in-law tied the knot in a gorgeous, touching ceremony. I remember it well: my Anthro dress, me and TG retrieving the balloons, Dishmama with her big Jackie O sunglasses, the musician who also played music at my wedding, the festive and intimate dinner afterwards. Dishmama had freshly arrived from France and was still fighting a nasty bug--but does that stop her from partying and noshing on great food? No, indeed. It was such a happy day. Our family has multiplied exponentially.

Congratulations, you crazy kids!!!

A Quick Sunday Gossip Session Since Political Animals Is On!

Dish has her priorities: Sigourney Weaver, but I'll mention today's highlights:

Ex-porn star Jenna Jameson supports Mitt Romney. Hmmmm. And she drove her car into a telephone pole recently. Coincidence? Oh well, life would be dull if everyone thought the way you did. I'm related to someone in the Tea Party and I love him to pieces.

Kristen Stewart is supposedly bereft over losing Robert Pattinson. Dish can't take this broken romance seriously. They are so young! When I got dumped by the French waiter, I didn't shower for days either. Um. Maybe that's why he dumped me (by not calling but I kept showing up at the bar and he kept taking my money then slept with my friend but I'm not bitter).

People is so right about Matthew Perry, that he shouldn't do comedy anymore. He is positively EXCELLENT on The Good Wife and it's time for him to transition to drama. MP is a talent. I want him to succeed. He will succeed in TV drama and then...when he turns 50, he will shock the world by doing an amazing film. I see it.

Radaronline reports that Brigitte Nielsen got drunk and passed out in an L.A. park. We've all been there, haven't we, Dishreaders? I don't know why this Brigitte downward spiral saddens me, maybe because we share birthday, maybe because I enjoyed her freakish connection to Flavor Flav on The Surreal Life and her European air. She was a great beauty and I hope she picks herself up and moves on.

Natalie Portman is married. I don't care. My Black Swan love for her is over. Over, you hear me? I'm back to being jealous hating her. What does she do that's so great? Everything

I'm also over Olympic medalist Ryan Lochte and his bitchy way of stealing medals from our favorite doobie smoker Michael Phelps. Plus, Lochte's mom basically called her son a man-whore and he himself admitted he liked Blake Lively. I'm really bored. Team Gabby Douglas all the way.

Fifty Shades of L.A. Dish

Grave Sightings!!!!

Oh, the pictures, Dishreaders. Just wait until tomorrow! TG decided to get strep so we've been keeping a low profile.We did visit the cemetery where Marilyn and Farrah are resting. I fired up my Ghost Radar app as we sauntered around the headstones. Right around Marilyn's plaque, there was a "Joe" on the radar. Positively eerie, n'est-ce pas? it made me smile. I love cemeteries, just not at night.

You can hear Dish on the "Notorious" episode of Langdon Nation: . Oh and the part where the host alleges that I went topless to my mom's birthday party, well, that's false. I would never ever do anything so salacious. Langdon pretends to be obsessed with me--my mind, my heart, my body, especially my chest. You can tell by the dots it's just not true. But we did make out once.

Star Sighting--Jeremy Sisto!!!

As friend and hairstylist JJ took his morning constitutional in Central Park, singing to the bunnies, the deer and squirrels and blowing Marlboro smoke up their asses, he saw L&O god Jeremy Sisto (what James Franco should be). He described J.S as "shorter than first thought but CUTE!!!" From JJ, this is a huge compliment because he thinks everyone's rank, except Javier Badem.

Our California vacation is almost at an end. TG has caught the mother of all colds from surfing in the Pacific. I only have one more post to do from this IPad. It's hard to troll for gossip, too.

As sure as Justin Theroux wears skinny jeans, I am disappointed by new celebrity romance. Not more than a couple miles away, Katy Perry allegedly snuggled up to John Mayer, which is a step down even from Russell Brand. Then again, anyone is a step down from Katy. Maybe she should find herself a hot nerd, a la Dan Futterman.

TG and I are watching The End starring and directed by Burt Reynolds, a classic example of why you should avoid directing yourself.

Star Sighting--Zach Braff!!!

2:05 pm, at Sony Pictures Studios around Stage 14: TG and I were waiting to be on Jeopardy because we love that Alex Trebec when this golf cart comes whizzing by and who is hanging out of it via the back seat but Mr Scrubs himself, Zach Braff. He seemed mid-weirdness or mid-prank or maybe it was Braffitudiness, which tends to be hokeylicious. We moved on to Jeopardy, which is run like a well-oiled machine. Alex is quite charming, plays with audience, as does announcer Johnny Gilbert. I realized halfway through that most of my breast was hanging out of my dress, which was embarrassing. Sadly, no one noticed.