I’m going to briefly suspend mockery for a moment to give you, my beloved readers, this GIFT. This is Robbie Williams at his best, performing Frank Sinatra’s My Way at the Royal Albert Hall. Observe please, his handsomeness, his swagger, his bright-eyed grin, his effortless ease on the stage. Observe the crowd EATING THIS PERFORMANCE UP. Observe him even getting a little choked up at the end of the song, OVERCOME by how much love the audience has for him.
You can’t deny his awesomeness. I defy you to deny it.
Coincidentally, I too often throw on an animal print bikini and clean my patio tables.
In Britney news today, apparently her court-appointed monitor, who is required to be present whenever Britney has visitation with her kids, turned in a WICKED report about Britney to the judge. She said that Britney is “in her own world”, which was kind of cute really…..because she thought she was reporting something new. Dear, sweet court-appointed monitor. Soooo innocent.
You know what I hate about Ashley Judd today? The fact that she calls her sister…..”Sister”. In other words, she doesn’t ever use Wynonna’s name. Not when she talks ABOUT her, and not when she talks TO her. When asked some time ago about the whole family’s appearance on the Oprah show, Ashley had this to say:
“Oprah really reached out to Sister not only to help her shed the weight, but also to excavate the deep and profound reasons she has always carried the weight. Sister told me, ‘I can’t do this second episode without you.’ I said, ‘Of course,’ but I told her it was really against my instincts and nature to be so public in that way….Mom and Sister have such energy pouring off them about each other. I, on the other hand, hold my space very well, and I keep my own counsel. And that, without a doubt, is what has preserved me.”
Who talks like that?? I mean, I get saying, “MY sister”. But she doesn’t use the pronoun. She just CALLS her “Sister”. With a capital S. HATE.
I wasn’t aware that “keeping your own counsel” required the help of a team of experts in an inpatient treatment facility, but perhaps that’s just assumed when you’re a celebrity.
So this happened last night on Dancing with the Stars. First and foremost, is this perhaps the clingiest guy ever? He is all over her like a drunken prom date.
Secondly, I LOVE that the audience laughs when she faints. I understand that people don’t know how to react at times like those, but laughing? Did they think it was part of her schtick? This folks is why I continue to love reality tv. This and the fact that I don’t have cable.
So apparently AskMen.com has announced their “top men of 2007″ list, and David Beckham is on the tippy tippy top of that list, the result of a poll of over 87,000 men. They say that “between his tremendous talent, English charm, stylish wardrobe, and slick haircuts, Becks is single-handedly making soccer relevant stateside.”
I get this. David Beckham could be sitting on a porto-potty picking his nose, belching and biting his own toenails, and there would still be women (and probably some men too) clamoring about to expound on his dreaminess. Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Clive Owen also made the list – and these are also understandable. They’re guys that other guys see and think, “Yeah – it’s probably pretty good to be that guy.” But you know who was 27 on that list?
RYAN SEACREST. Which makes me really question a) the voting authenticity and b) the qualifications required to be nominated for this list. Has anyone even yet determined if Ryan is 100% male?
So I don’t consider myself a sports buff…I really only like to watch the “home teams” if you will. So, last night I actually tuned in to Monday Night Football to watch the Indianapolis Colts destroy yet another team. I was distracted, however, by the fools that were commentating the event. Now, I don’t know these gentlemens’ names, nor do I care. I could just not get over how much of a man-crush these fellows had for Tom Brady.
Tom Brady wasn’t even playing last night…but they brought up his name 10 to 15 times a minute. It was like they were three eighth grade girls sitting in their pajamas, writing the name of Tom Brady in their notebooks over and over…writing their first names with Brady as their last name…dreaming and giggling about Tommy and his tight butt. It was ridiculous. Here is a sample of the dialogue from last night…or at least how I remember it:
“Manning throws to Harrison…speaking of throwing…you know who throws, like, AMAZING? Tom Brady. He seriously could throw me anywhere he wants.”
“Oh I know. Manning has impressive stats tonights, but GAWD, did you see Tom Brady yesterday? He was looking H….O….T….HOT!”
“Sanders with the tackle…what a great defense Indianapolis has. You know what would make it better? Tom Brady. I’m not even sure what that means, but geeze…I can’t get that guy off my mind!”
“We would like to welcome Russell Crowe to the box. Hi Russell…so tell me, if you could play any football player in a movie who would it………………..it would be Tom Brady, right? I KNEW it!”
Reese was quoted in the AP saying, “I have a real aversion to talking about my own personal politics just because I feel the influence sometimes, I see the influence of celebrity on our culture. And to think that my opinion is any more informed than anyone else’s or taken as thus is erroneous. I’m just like everybody else. I’m learning, reading, I’m trying to figure it out.”
She is officially on my list of girl crushes. Sean Penn, Tim Robbins, Rosie O’Donnell, Ashley Judd, and all the other big-mouthed celebrities who insist on shoving their politics down everyones’ throats can suck it.
Hilary Duff performed at some show the other night. I’m not sure whether it was a vocal performance or a simulation of some kind, if you know what I mean. It’s just a really odd way to hold a microphone, is all I’m saying.
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