Celeb tidbits

It's Friday, and that means I woke up just wanting to play! Damn this work stuff. Occasionally, I'll allow myself a Friday indulgence: a grande nonfat latte from Starbucks, something I cut out from my routine a long time ago. (Sidenote: don't underestimate the latte factor; David Bach was really onto something). But since I don't have coffee to keep me happy this morning, I moved on to Guilty Pleasure #2 - celebrity blogs. I love Go Fug Yourself, which is linked at the bottom of this page, and Jezebel, although Jezebel is really pop-culture, not just Hollywood trash. I normally reserve the latter for when I'm sitting under the dryer at my hairstylist - thanks T, for having such an eclecic selection of smut to choose from!

Moving on. I realized all of these blogs and magazines are spamming off each other, because there's an obvious homogeny to them. To wit:

Jennifer Aniston has a major chip on her shoulder about Brad and Ang, not newsworthy. But she's already moved past the five stages of grief over her and Brad's divorce so she's, well, lost her mind and is posing nude for GQ. (No comment other than, girl's got a set of fierce abs! And that we can all agree on.) Also mentions "cougars" a lot in interviews.

Jessica Alba apparently never had much of a sense of humor, but now she's unsmiling AND has a set of pretty tragic bangs, which for some reason remind me of the raspy-voiced mutt, Peg, from Lady and the Tramp.

Lindsay Lohan is a NOT a lesbian. Yawn.

Oprah is "embarrassed" to have gained 40 pounds in the past year. Sorry, did I fall asleep and it's 1996? Also, Oprah must be a masochist because the January issue of "O" features a "before" Oprah, with what must be Photoshopped abs, next to the current 200-pound Oprah. I've heard of dubious motivational tools like putting a fat picture on the refrigerator, but damn, an entire magazine cover?

Tom Cruise has a new movie coming out, so that must be why he's making amends with everyone he's managed to offend or scare with his Zulu-mind control theories, including Matt Lauer and Brooke Shields.

The girls from The Hills have cool-but-fake jobs at places like Diane von Furstenberg to match their cool-but-fake lives.

Heath Ledger has been nominated posthumously for an Oscar, which I think is fabulous. Hubs and I have watched The Dark Knight on our new pimp TV and Blueray for the past three nights. Yes, I realize that seems excessive but a) Heath is amazing in the role of the Joker and b) we've fallen into a hypnotic state by the new TV. (And c) Christian Bale is definitely a face to see right before you fall asleep!) I hope he wins.

It's back to the salt mines for me. Happy Friday!

I'm with the band

I'll admit it: I'm hooked on Rock Band.

If you know me in real life, you're not shocked. Especially if you happen to own Rock Band, in which case I've probably overstayed my welcome at your house on more than one occasion...maybe even after you fell asleep on your couch.

Anyway, who's counting. Luckily for those people, I recently bought my own Rock Band 2 and am proud to announce that I scored an 85% on the hard level guitar last night. As if that isn't lame enough, I'll take it one step further and admit that I created a rocker chick avatar, Mia, because somehow, I just don't FEEL like a badass playing my fake guitar sitting on the couch while wearing fuzzy Christmas socks. Mia looks way cooler than I ever will holding a guitar, plus she has awesome hair and a cute little rockin' bod.

It's all about the street cred baby.
In which case, maybe I should learn how to, ahem, learn how to play a real guitar. Some day.

Tamale train came to town

For months, Caeser's Mom and I had been eagerly anticipating the Tampa stop of So You Think You Can Dance. Even without Mary's psychotic outbursts, I'm pleased to report the show delivered.

The top eleven finalists from Season 4 were there, although Twitch didn't perform, due to an injury. My girl Katee is awesome - which I already knew, but watching her up close confirmed it. Everyone did a great job, naturally. My only grievance was the corny space fillers by Courtney and Gev - painful, drawn-out improvisations that all of the 14-year-olds surrounding us found hysterical.

But. Regardless of the sentimental "reach for the stars" mantra and tears from the dancers (it was their last tour stop), it was an amazing show. Most of my pics came out blurry since it was so dark in the arena, but I'll get a few up here.