Happy Samhain!

A whirlwhind of a day. Dish had her first hangover in years (from 3/4 of a glass of scotch, which is beyond sad), got into first fight with TG, alienated everyone around... and on the best day of the year: Halloween, when the veil between life and death is thin. Which dead person should I channel tonight? Who could help me on this journey? Who would you want to see?

Movies watched today: the ever-sh*tty Submerged starring our hero Steven, who shows off his mastery of Ebonics. He is a man who can blend into any ethnicity: Cowboy, Apallachia, Jamaica, Cajun, and Brooklyn. The cliched lesbian overtones, Armageddon rip-off and bad looping alone will entertain die-hard fans. Also watched Training Day. It's okay.

Oooh, I hear noise. The Halloween parade is just outside. Perhaps some fresh air would do the trick.

Crap is the New Black

Don't you think all this press about how bad Matthew Broderick is in The Starry Messenger is a way to sell tickets? There's an article in the Post about all the play's problems, how the writer/director is difficult, won't cut the play, it's a catastrophic downward spiral. Now I want to see it. But I won't because Matthew Broderick, to me, is just okay. I did enjoy Addicted to Love, couldn't give two craps about Ferris Bueller (I've gone out with him far too often).

In more refreshing news: TG wants to help me refurnish my apartment and take me on a trip overseas. How nice is this? I'm a little shocked by the generosity. I tend to get stuck with the bill (and to be fair, I offer to pay for things, which is a mistake).

Cycles and Banishings

I'm back to being bored of celebs: Palin vs. Levi, Jon & Kate, Octopoop (who def. looks as if she's had work on her face since dropping her load), the Balloon Family, Lindsay Lohan and her famewhore father. How much should we care about these people? Doesn't anyone work anymore? I wrote this a few months ago and it's true again. I'm so repetitive, mediocrity has me in its grasp. Help! Will thumb through some Rumi and try to find something less quoted. Shoot me if I start reading Rilke.

The fall shows have started (go Eastwick, Mad Men, Dexter and Modern Family) but not much beyond mental retardation glosses the screens. I hear Mariah Carey has a new movie out but it's serious. I want Glitter 2.

All I can think about is getting through mountains of work and 47 days left until my trip to JFK.

It Should Be Declared a National Holiday!

Happy Birthday, Julia Louise Dreyfuss Brockovich Roberts Moder-Home! Our darling Georgia Peach is 42--which is close to Dish's age but Dish never gets to lounge in a bikini with Javier Bardem. That b*tch! She's been with all the hottest costars, has three gorgeous children and a stunner of a husband. But I can't hate her because she's a knitter and everytime she's on screen, I'm bedazzled and besotted.

Julia is the sun. She's just a girl, standing in front of the world, asking us to love her. And we do!

(I need meds)

Star Sighting: Mario Cantone

4:10, 8th Avenue, b/w 17 & 18th: Who was swishing his tight glutes but the Page of Adorableness himself, my imaginary wedding planner, Mario Cantone. Mario and Dish made eye contact. I felt a frisson of ecstacy before Mario looked away. I know he felt it too.

Happy Birthday, Simon John Spank Me Charles Patchouli Le Bon!!!

Haiku for Simon

You are fifty-one
Hotter than lizard mixtures
Or striped hungry wolves

You're as easy as
pink tiger spandex, long legs
a nuclear war

Come up and see us
Make us smile, do what you want
Running Wild Boy (Ga!)

I could spot those jowls
in a snowstorm, dear snowflake
Ever “blond” madness

Happy birthday, Simes
Keep on eating your Wheaties
And rocking your fans!

You're Welcome

Having lived in Paris and not just for a semester abroad, Dish is onto to wicked ways of French men. They are gorgeous but big cheaters and who needs that? Just when I thought I'd never ever fall for another one, Gilles Marini appears on Brothers & Sisters and now I'm in full hot flash. He is just the shot of frog-adrenaline the show needed and he can act. Who cares about Kitty's Lymphoma? If your series is dying, bring on the hunks.

While I like Gilles's chemistry with the Rachel Griffiths, (you know what's coming) I want Gilles and Sally to make it in the pool, have steamy mega-cougar-Boniva-amphibian sex while everyone is asleep. I can see the food fight between Sally and Rachel already. If you're even the slightest bit boy-crazy, B&S is the show to watch again. Merci mille fois, Gilles.

(50 days until TG arrives so will load up on Gilles before then)

Fumes

Dish walked in the door after a weekend of traveling so not much to say. They showed I Hate Valentine's Day AGAIN going East--and on a different airline! I told everyone in my row not to watch because it's the worst movie ever made next to Gigli. On my layover in Houston, I bargained with a young salesboy to sell me The Sweetest Thing for 5$, reasoning it was worth 5$ but not 12$. The boy agreed and that's what I watched instead. The Sweetest Thing is a vulgar chick flick, but I adore that Christina Applegate.