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Two daughters of political figures died within twenty-four hours of each other and at 51: Kara Kennedy, eldest daughter of Ted and Joan Kennedy, and Eleanor Mondale Poling, daughter of Walter and Joan Mondale. Very sad. My heart goes out to these families.

Life should be appreciated, right? Sinead O’Connor is to controversy as the Pope is to Being Behind the Times, thus it isn’t odd that such a public figure would ask via Twitter for ways to commit suicide. Dish immediately started following her and went on her website: The site is quite a rambling-me-fest, which makes me think she’ll stay alive. If not on Earth, where would the me-fest go? Her voice is from the gods.

Why reality shows rule: so many baaaadddd scripted shows. Dish watched The Secret Circle last night. Verdict: the teens are a big bore except for the one who thinks she’s Angelina Jolie. Gale Harold and Natasha Henstridge are awesome and Dish hopes they have an ecstatic super-witch coupling, skyclad under the stars with moonbeams illuminating their fleshy middle-aged yet lightly muscled pale bodies. I will fast-forward to get to the adult scenes, as with Hellcats. Ringer just sucks. I expected more from SMG but it is mostly slow pacing, bad filming (fake ocean background!) and lame dialogue.

The funniest thing all week: seeing Anderson Cooper get all batsh*t excited to dish with the cast of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills on Anderson. Looking forward to the episode with his mother, Gloria the Great.


Congratulations to Dishbrother who married his love Dishbrotherpartner! It was very moving. How else to recover from a great wedding than to watch the catty Part 2 of Real Housewives of New York City? Even TG had a hard time breaking away. Speaking of housewives, Desperate Housewives‘s last season is ending a year shorter than planned. Maybe because it’s been blowing lately? Maybe the fast-forward five years wasn’t brilliant, though it did give Gale Harold more work.

Why I love Kathy Griffin: My favorite incorrigible whore.

I’m reading things about The Normal Heart, to be directed by Ryan Murphy and possibly starring Julia and Mark Ruffalo. Cut to Dish running toward Julia yelling, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The play has had a huge resurgence but I just don’t see it as a movie and after Eat Pray Love, well, I can’t say it because Julia is Love itself. What about Notting Hill 2 instead?

A tidbit that seems like bs: Ryan Reynolds ended things with Charlize Theron b/c she was getting too serious. Women are such wily creatures. All we do is get too serious. One look at a man and we *have* to nail him down. After 10 years with a steady beau (whom she never married), I can’t really see this as true.

So, Janet Jackson was vindicated when Nicki Minaj slipped her nip GMA. And it was a huge slip with a bulging boob popping out of her spandex. WHY DIDN’T SHE WEAR A BRA??? When you have large gozongas, you keep them from popping out.

Allegedly, Daniel Craig’s ex charged a million $ on his credit card when he dismissed her for Rachel Weisz and wouldn’t return her phone calls. That’s hard core but I get it.

I’m a little blue with TG out of town and me not supposed to gorge on those chocolate covered graham crackers from Starbucks. At the supermarket, I wandered past the cupcakes and thought, I’ll grab a quick one. Not this time, Dish. More somber thoughts ensued…until the supermarket radio announcer said, “Duran Duran has canceled their summer tour because of lead singer Simon Le Bon’s ongoing vocal problems…” Dammit, it was the Universe telling me other people–Simon–are suffering way more. Their album just came out. International dates were set. How frustrating for them and FOR THE WORLD that they can’t tour. Dish can refuse the brownie with ice cream, hot fudge and almond slivers. I’ll eat heinous celery in solidarity. Or maybe fried chicken.

Something else important happened today. Atlantis went up in space. I don’t understand why it’s The Final Journey. Is there new space technology that doesn’t require a rocket?

I treadmilled a little longer to witness the landing of Will and Kate in California. The plane approached, stopped, blocks put under wheels, steps came down…and then that Damn John King interrupted with a real news show.

Last item: Rebecca Gayheart–PREGS! Last I saw her, she was on Vanished with Gale Harold (whose birthday is Sunday). Today, eat some heinous celery to honor Anjelica Huston’s day of birth!

And thank goodness, since this is where TG proposed marriage to me. We are now dying from excessive burrito consumption. Won’t think about the potential health violations that might have closed them down in the first place…

…instead, let’s focus on how Dish got the sh*t scared out of her two nights ago. TG had gone to sleep, so I plopped in Fertile Ground starring The L Word‘s Leisha Hailey and hunkalicious Queer As Folk veteran Gale Harold (i.e. my imaginary boyfriend from 2005-2009). Nothing about this story is extraordinary. She goes back into the house, into the basement, doesn’t run screaming from danger. And yet, it’s still scary. Leisha is a fantastic actress, growing leaps and bounds since that Yoplait commercial. Our Gale shows his range–from Brian Kinney to supportive husband/crazy a-hole. A nice diversion if you like creepy indies with no hope at the end.

Speaking of no hope, a bright light has gone out in the music world. Clarence Clemons died of a massive stroke, deeply saddening. At least he didn’t whizz away his talent: Amy Winehouse got booed for a horrific performance in Belgrade (it was *really* bad, as in Dish could have done a better job of singing). My precious Tone Loc was arrested allegedly for domestic violence. Now he’s dead to me. The Killing finale is tonight. Death, death, death.

Quel somber posting…Back to reading Virginia Woolf.