Dish Upon a Star

We love you, Tom Bosley! Blessings on his coming and going.

In Dish’s new “Fabulous, Sweetie” section of this blog, let me crown a new show I hate so much I have to watch: The A-List: New York–There is no show more fake or unwatchable with more unlikeable, trashy people but now I have to see it every week. I do like Mike, as he seems a viable person.

Dish just got HBO for one reason only: In Treatment with Gabriel Byrne and this season with Debra Winger. Talk about excellent.

My verdict was hasty. Thanks to Hulu, I snuck in my B&S, which had a good Nora Walker pep talk, Patricia Wettig scenery chewing, and, sob, some excellent gayness between 7th Heaven‘s Stephen Collins (bless him) and Ron Rifkin. A revelation.

Just when you thought these kids would last forever: Shia LeBoeuf and Carrie Mulligan seem to have severed ties. I don’t see how Hollywood relationships can last. It’s like Jack Bauer trying to keep things real. You see ugliness and can’t go back to the good. Maybe the biz teaches us fully about transience. Despite the Brangelina canoodling, I don’t see their union lasting either. The Holmes-Cruise marriage, I envision lasting out of fear on Holmes’s part. Pure conjecture. Don’t sue me, Tom’s lawyers.

The Post endorsed Cuomo, a real sign that Palladino can no more be elected than Dish.

Okay, that was mean. When I left the show a few minutes ago, Sarah was sewing a costume and on the phone. The Walkers are always bickering on the phone. I will return to the show only when Sally Field is doing it doggie style with John Stamos.

The world is short another angel as Barbara Billingsley died. Dish likes to remember her best as the woman who speaks Jive in Airplane: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymMBEwtRZOg. Blessings on BB’s coming and going.

You remember my dreams of Tom Cruise as Christ from the last few years? Well, I’m reading Andrew Morton’s biography of Tom and the truth is: Tom isn’t tell-all worthy. At least Angelina got hopped up on drugs, cut herself and stole men from wives/fiancays. Tom’s big scandal is Scientology–not as juicy as track marks on your arm or anorexia–and the leaking of his real personality in 2004. That was a bad year for me, too, and I did things I’d rather forget. It seems unimaginative to plunk him into the gay world. Maybe he’s just weird and super-controlling. Every now and then he’s fun to watch in a movie. End of story. Well, I still haven’t gotten to the Katie Holmes years.

It’s amazing to think Robert Pattinson can do more than be a vampire but he stars in Remember Me, which Dish watched purely for the twist. The movie itself is a little dull with the usual young romance–she’s adorable, vulnerable and blond. He’s a mess but ruffled, sensitive and holds her hair when she hurls jello shots. He also reads books, which makes him intense. An annoying best friend, the scars of the past and a dicky father create conflict, but love ensues with some nice performances by Pierce Brosnan (more toward the end), Chris Cooper, Lena Olin and the little strange girl who plays the daughter. The last fifteen minutes make the movie worth watching. You can wash dishes, iron and putter up until 90 minutes in.

In celeb news, Alicia Keys had a boy, confirming my pregnancy code. Famous parents-to-be always publicize the due date as later so that the media won’t be hanging around the hospital/tub/home. I wasn’t expecting Alicia to deliver until next month. Now Matt Damon’s wife is about to drop her fourth any second now.

Asslips got deflated and Dish loves her for it! Okay, maybe I secretly loved her before the surgery but now she’s less lippy and she’s written a new novel Starlit. Of course, it’s going on my Kindle ASAP.

Today Whoopi and Joy walked out on The View while Bill O’Reilly spewed turdlike substances. B.O. may be no-spin and entertaining, he’s mostly a big bully who talks over people. Baba Walters condemned the walk-out and tried to make nice-nice, but I condemn the condemning. When a monster’s in the room, sometimes you have to get the hell out!

Just because you care, Dish is changing her long-time “shadow” figure from Steven Seagal to Eminem. While you can’t choose your shadow-opposite/good luck charm, Eminem’s resurrection in music/sobriety lands him in this coveted spot of being the song that gets me through the last mile on the treadmill. As TG says, anyone who lets Borat land his butt on your face must be okay.

When you see, hear Rick Springfield, don’t you just wanna smile? Dish does. He’s on the circuit now for his new tell-all Late Late At Night and, in interviews, comes off as super-human, as in quivery and vulnerable. I’m ignoring certain domestic abuse reports from years ago–senior moment! At least, he admits to effing other women in his past, that he’s nuts b/c of depression. While Dish has enough troubles without scraping a rock star off the floor every time he sees his shadow, I enjoy RS overall and wish him health and happiness.

When Santana and Brittany made out on last night’s Glee, I thought, Oh right, that happens every day. Oh wait, they’re actually SHOWING IT ON TV. And on Fox. Quite a breakthrough for TV to feature teen girls going at it–well, teen boys tend to get overlooked as well. Ryan Murphy certainly brings gender, sexuality issues to the forefront.

After being called a hypocrite during all the bullying stories, Perez Hilton vowed to be less nasty in this new declaration: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glRZpHuGj6Q. I like Perez and hope this new direction doesn’t make him all PC. It’s a fine line between entertainment and public execution.

Hurray for the Chilean miners!

Courtney Cox and David Arquette are splitsville! It’s an epidemic–shedding skin and forming new alliances. I’ve waited eons for Courtney to be done with D. He reminds me of some my former students who stared into space due to excessive amounts of Mary Jane. I envision her beating him every day for being a dumbass. Dish wishes them well in their new skins.

Also splitting is Christina Aguilera from her no-name husband–just in time for the opening of Burlesque, which looks horrendously bad. I mean, I’d rather it be a movie called Cher. Christina’s got great pipes but why would you put Cher with anyone but Cher? Dishbrother was in close proximity to Cher in the movie Faithful (with Chazz Palmient???ri or Joe Montegna, as they’re interchangeable). Remember that one? Yeah, it’s so bad, not even Cher or DB could save it.

TG is watching Evan Almighty–God help him.

I only found out a few minutes ago that it’s National Coming Out Day. I have nothing to come out about (I ate a whole box of Godiva myself) so I can only cheer from the sidelines. Straight people get enough celebrations/TLC wedding shows and biblical references.

On this day, let’s condemn the homophobic comments of candidate for governor Carl Palladino, who with each moment, makes a spectacle of himself. It’s hard to believe such thugs exist. And speaking of heterosexual thuggery, Brett Favre joins the parade of cheating husbands with his sexting young babes. Dish will say it again: Never become involved with an athlete. In shocking divorces, Ben Harper filed to end his marriage to Laura Dern. She was ridiculed in Andrew Morton’s bio of Angelina Jolie and one wonders where the truth lies.

An exciting Brothers & Sisters: Kitty made a souffle. In the toilet, I tell you.

The trailer for the widely anticipated The Tourist is out and, while it might be worth watching, I don’t see the chemistry between him and Jolie. They’re both too beautiful. I’m just looking forward to the bad accents.

I have a box of Godiva–will eat all unless TG reads this and discovers its existence. Then I will have to share.

Right now, Desperate Housewives. Traumatized by seeing Bree’s cleavage. Her puppies are always covered by her immaculate sweater sets. After six years of no Bree boobies, I need to avert my eyes.

Chelsea Market wine store, 1:30-1:45 pm: DishMama ambled through the wine store, picking out her own white wine (anything/everything except Chardonnay) when she spotted Rachael Rae telling the wine attendant what kind of wine she likes (Dish suspects she likes A LOT OF DIFFERENT KINDS). DM noted RR looked taller than on TV and that she liked RR’s recipe for Mooshy Peas. Dish enjoys RR’s perky energy though her oily recipes look as if they might induce an emergency evacuation. She’s enjoyable as an antidote to Martha (whom I also like). Oh hell, what’s not to like about cooking shows?

On another note, just got through with the big finale. So glad I protected TG from it.