Great celeb sighting tonight at Kate Mantilini (had a Cobb salad), John Cusack. So weird to see him in person; in my head he’s still Lloyd Dobler, or even one of Farmer Ted’s geeky sidekicks, while the reality is he’s in his early 40’s (according to IMDB, but I think he’s older than that).
And I was just talking about Hot Pursuit yesterday.
I was home for xmas holidays a couple of years ago, and my kid brother, who was 12 at the time, was very excited to tell me he’d seen a great old movie. My mind spun through the possibilities quickly, All About Eve, Citzen Kane, Giant, before he burst my bubble: Better Off Dead. Ouch.
Okay, first Laci Peterson was abducted and killed by her husband Scott (he’s on death row in San Quentin).
Now, there’s a guy in Guadalupe named Hans Peterson (that’s him in the picture, creepy, right?), who became a French national, then killed his physician, Dr. David Cornbleet, and now can’t be extradited. His children have set up a petition to try and get the French government to allow his extradition.
AND now Stacy Peterson (it even rhymes with Laci Peterson), Chicago mom, is missing, and Police Officer husband Drew Peterson is suspected of having killed her and disposed of the body.
I don’t want to be an alarmist, but if anyone out there is getting into a relationship with someone who’s last name is Peterson – or you’re hiring someone, or going to a new doctor, or your child has a new homeroom teacher whose name happens to be Peterson – maybe rethink things… and run.
I’m all for peace in the Middle East, but can the media stop representing it like Bush is actually doing something?? We’re hosting the summit, that’s it. Bush’s idea of peace in the Middle East is the Romans out of Jerusalem. It’s an obvious last ditch effort to try and end his presidency on some sort of positive note. And those photos they keep showing, of Bush shaking hands with people he wouldn’t let date his daughters, and that shit eating grin…
On an off note, spotted Jeremy Piven at Kings Road Cafe, but it barely counts as a celeb-siting, it’s so common to see him in LA. He was sporting the Tom Ford look; I love when straight men emulate gay men.
I saw No Country For Old Men on Thursday, it was beautiful, and dark and suspenseful and funny; one hundred percent CoenBrothers. I felt the last fifteen minutes were a bit week and anticlimactic, but I hate spoilers, so I won’t say more. Josh Brolin’s performance is all it’s cracked up to be, and Javier Bardem was scare-ree. Tommy Lee Jones was great, as always. There was no soundtrack to the film, no ambient music, just the sounds of boots on gravel, shotguns cocking, and the tension filled silence; a great choice. It’s not a perfect film, but it’s within sight. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve got to go catch a flight – on the busiest day of the year. Oh well, at least it’s out of Burbank and not LAX. And now… BUTTER BIRD.
After dinner we’ll be stopping by the hospital to have our arteries scraped.
Happy More Rape and Pillage of Indigenous Peoples Day (in America) everyone! Now go pick a fight with a family member; you know your habitual behavior wants you to.
I’m very busy packing and ironing and generally getting ready for the turkey; trying to get everything finished in the truncated work week. Do we really have to have a holiday right now??
I love people, and the news. No matter how dark and dreary life can be, you can count on someone somewhere doing something absolutely ridiculous.
An 18-year-old boy, a.k.a. an idiotic kid, was busted selling pot at a McDonald’s in Haverhill, MA; all you had to do was drive through and place your order. McDonald’s won’t comment if they fired him or not, but I’m going to assume Mayor McCheese dragged him away and threw him in a cell with no key. This is the problem with our system, they take a first offender who just sold a little pot and put him in prison with hardened lifers, and they sic the fry guys on him, with their greasy little hands. No one should have to be the Hamburglar’s bitch.
The Good(s) on the strike: As of today, the end of week two, still no movement; lots of nastiness and mud slinging, but no movement. My favorite press moment of the week was in Wednesday’s Variety, when it was reported that “Everybody Loves Raymond” producer Phil Rosenthal is offering free dinner to any conglomerate chief willing to sit down and talk, at any of the restaurants in which he’s an investor. Mozza is one of those restaurants. To any conglom chiefs reading my blog – and I know there are many – go, what harm could it do? Get the white pizza!
The Bad news is Serendipity 3 in NYC was closed due to health code violations. The thought of Serendipity being unclean is so distressing. What was hidden in the frozen hot chocolate? What’s hidden in Mr. Bruce’s mustache?? The mind boggles. It’s not closed for good though; it’s due to re-open next week, by then they’ll have to be up to code. Gar! What’s happened to my childhood???
(The obvious answer is that it’s long gone, but let’s not get into that.)
The Sexy new star of Dexter, Jaime Murray, was sitting next to me at Le Pain Quotidien this afternoon. I’m a big fan of her work, both on Dexter and previously on the BBC’s Hustle, and several of my male friends think she’s the sexiest woman on television. I told her so and she laughingly told me to pull up a chair. Had I not been on a date, I would have, much to her dismay I’m certain. She was funny and charming, and she’s a hell of an actress.
Last night was so tumultuous, so full of highs and lows. First off, went to dinner at Pizzeria Mozza – awesome!! Really. Every single dish, we ate family style, was amazing. Stand outs included the brussels sprouts (and i hate brussels sprouts), the pizza bianca with four cheeses and truffle oil, and the butterscotch pudding. Wow wow wow. They’re open lunch and dinner, and while it’s hard to get a reservation between 8 and 10, you can always sit at the bar or the counter by the pizza oven. You’ll find me there at least once a week from now on; fat and happy.
Came home all sated, to find Project Runway on my Tivo, hooray!! Tim Gunn, I missed you. As if a new season of Runway weren’t enough, a friend of mine from San Francisco: the college years was one of the constants, Simone LeBlanc. So I’m happy, I’m up, I’m excited, and then she got eliminated first, which I thought was a terrible decision, and not just because I’m biased. Simone’s dress was pretty, even if it had construction issues; there were some seriously ugly, weird things, and hers was nowhere near the worst. Boo.
But aside from my disappointment… this year looks fun. What a cast they chose this season. There’s crazy hair dos (what is Christian, the boy with the asymmetric hair, thinking?), major career credits, and of course gorgeous Heidi Klum. Yay Runway!
Halfway through the second week of the writers’ strike, and who knows which way the wind is blowing. Variety reports there’s no movement, one manager I know claims this will all be settled after Thanksgiving, a lawyer says after the New Year, and the writers I’ve run into (they’re all out having lunch at Kings Road Cafe and such, with their wives) seem prepared to walk the lines for months to come.
So far only one real casualty in my viewing, Saturday Night Live, which was really hitting its stride this season. That last episode with Brian Williams was a doozy. Who knew Brian Williams was funny? It’s re-airing this Saturday, because the writers are on strike.
If you haven’t seen Voices of Uncertainty, it spells it all out for you. Made by an anonymous member of United Hollywood, it’s been viewed over a hundred thousand times over at YouTube (so you’ve probably seen it, but if you haven’t…).
Now that you’re up in arms, wondering what you can do to help? Go to fans4writers.com to get involved. They’ve got great faq pages that explain what’s going on and why, links to the main petition and the wga strike location listings, and ways to get involved. They’ve even organized a weekly pizza drop for the picketing writers for the duration of the strike. So what are you waiting for (Lefty)? STRIKE!
It’s only mid-November, but they’re plugging the Thanksgiving Day Parade, and I’m already seeing “Holiday” based advertising. Doesn’t it seem like it comes earlier and earlier each year? And only the Jewish calendar is lunar, so it really shouldn’t change.
Here’s some suggestions to help get you through the horror.
Rent Ebbie – the trashy mid-90’s TV movie starring Susan Lucci as a female Scrooge. How did she not get an award for this??
Make a boa out of doubled over Holiday garland and wrap yourself in it – sure it’s a bit like wearing fiber glass, but everyone likes a little Xmas Ho Ho Ho.
And finally remember the best thing about the Holidays is… there’s trim everywhere (and then after the Holidays trim is 50% off).
Great celeb sighting tonight at Kate Mantilini (had a Cobb salad), John Cusack. So weird to see him in person; in my head he’s still Lloyd Dobler, or even one of Farmer Ted’s geeky sidekicks, while the reality is he’s in his early 40’s (according to IMDB, but I think he’s older than that).
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Halfway through the second week of the writers’ strike, and who knows which way the wind is blowing. Variety reports there’s no movement, one manager I know claims this will all be settled after Thanksgiving, a lawyer says after the New Year, and the writers I’ve run into (they’re all out having lunch at 
It’s only mid-November, but they’re plugging the Thanksgiving Day Parade, and I’m already seeing “Holiday” based advertising. Doesn’t it seem like it comes earlier and earlier each year? And only the Jewish calendar is lunar, so it really shouldn’t change.
