Best Decision She Ever Made.
Amy Winehouse won 5 Grammy’s, mostly for her breakout song “Rehab”. She performed the song via satellite from London and looks much healthier than she has in a very long time. Here’s hoping this upcoming year is even better for her. She deserves it.
You Gotta Believe
A few months ago, Celine Dion ended her contract and nightly show at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas. And now a new diva is moving into the house. CHER!
Ok, now Celine Dion may have a little more class and a better reputation, but, c’mon, Cher’s songs are a lot more fun. It actually is more of a shock to me that it was Celine who had the deal before Cher. The former Mrs Bono just screams Vegas to me. Anywho, feel free to buy me a ticket.
Lovely.
Oh, and in case you missed it or have been hanging out under a rock today or were stuck in the law library, Britney Spears was released from the mental hospital today. Supposedly she no longer poses a risk to herself or others and can no longer be kept against her will.
I honestly do not care anymore. Hopefully, you don’t either. Cause the only reason I posted this was because I felt some obligation to inform others. But if you don’t care, I don’t have that obligation. And if I don’t have that obligation, I don’t have to write about it again when she is checked back into the hospital next week.
Good? Good.
Strike That Idea.
I’ve never really been that fond of television sitcoms and don’t even have cable television so the effects of the writer’s strike has had, at best, a very minimal effect on my life. However, one of the shows from last fall’s new lineup stole my heart and crept in to become one of my new favorite guilty pleasures. Hint: first word, gossip, second word, girl.
Woefully, there have only been about two new episodes of this show in the last eight weeks and now it looks as though there are absolutely no new episodes left. I am not happy. I thought about writing my own little survival guide to the strike, including reality television shows, game shows, and sitcoms in syndication that I overlooked when in their prime. But, hell, I’m trying hard enough to find extra time to write cover letters for summer jobs, I definitely don’t have the time for some television watching research.
And then I found this lil gem. MSNBC reports that the writer’s strike isn’t going as well as the writers planned. Let’s just say American Gladiators got double the ratings of a rare new episode of Friday Night Lights. That hurts. America seems to be enjoying themselves without the writers. Granted, I’m sure every single one of us can name some crazed Desperate Housewives or Grey’s Anatomy fan that is still coping with the physical effects of withdrawal and would start foaming at the mouth when hearing news of a possible end to the strike. However, these new ratings do have me wondering – will we even want them all back?
Reward!
If anyone can find a copy or mp3 of “Lonestar” by Mirah, I will love you forever. And I mean ever.
So tell me all about your celebrated past,
So tell me all about how long your battle lasts,
Cause you’re as big as Texas.
I haven’t been able to find it for the life of me. It was on my laptop which was stolen (sympathy, please?) so I haven’t heard that glorious song in over a year now. Please help.
Three Minutes of Crazy
I’m a supporter of pinching pennies and listening to a boyfriend’s advice. However, there comes a time where you just need to write a big check and tell your boyfriend to put down the video camera.
I’m talking about Heidi Montag’s music video. For those of you who have lives unrelated to watching MTV reality television, Heidi is this little innocent girl from Colorado who went to the big city and fell in love with a monster I like to call Frankenfrost. Now, Heidi wants to break out of being on a tv show where all she does is get taped hanging out at her fake job and having pretend fights with her boyfriend, so she decides to start singing. However, without a contract or a manager, her boyfriend takes on the role and directs her first music video. Check out the train wreck:
There’s just something about it that feels so dirty. I feel like a pervert watching it. It might have to do with the cheesy pornish music or maybe it’s her store bought body parts or, I don’t know, the fact that it’s three minutes of a girl rolling around in the sand making some high pitched noises. Well, enjoy. I know I sure did.
Underdogs.
There’s just something that feels so good about watching them win.
Congratulations to the New York Giants and Eli Manning. The Patriots have won enough Super Bowls in recent years and Tom Brady has Gisele, so in the end, it all comes out about even.
Censor’d!
British television won’t be airing Kylie Minogue’s video on television. Usually in the United States, our repressed minds assume it’s because she must be showing some boob so we would immediately pray the youtube moderators hadn’t removed it yet and search away until we’ve satisfied our voyeuristic urges.
Sorry, kids, it’s allegedly because there’s too much strobe light action going on in it. Bummer.
If you aren’t epileptic, go ahead and enjoy yourselves:
This isn’t my favorite song of hers on the newest album. Sit tight, kiddies, as soon as she releases a video for “Speakerphone” I will be sure to post it. Even if there are some wicked lighting features or a nip slip.
Everyone Has An Opinion
And when that person is a celebrity, they are more than willing to share it.
I’m sorry Susan Sarandon, why the hell should I care what Presidential candidate you happen to like? (Remember, kiddies, actresses once approved Hitler. That didn’t mean it was a good idea.)
John Travolta, you never even worked with Heath Ledger, so shut up.
And last I checked, the widow of the Crocodile Hunter doesn’t have a degree in psychology so why is she talking about Britney Spears?
Part of it is to blame on the interviewers for asking such stupid questions. As if celebrities are intelligent, educated people to begin with, let’s ask them questions about politics. That makes sense. Maybe I should ask the dude outside 7-11 what he thinks about spite fences and recreational use statutes. I’m sure he will give me good advice.
And at the same time, it is something we are all guilty of doing from time to time. From judging who someone chooses to date to how they spend their money. Even on here, I insult the French president’s love life, as if I have any idea what he has been through. There is a line between offering one’s opinion on something and coming off as an expert on a subject with little knowledge. I think I’m gonna try to adhere to that line. And maybe Scarlett Johansson should too.
