Showing posts with label Guy Fieri. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guy Fieri. Show all posts

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Random Musings

So, if you haven’t heard of Chiwetel Ejiofor — pronounced CHOO-ih-tell EDGE-ee-o-for — you soon will. He recently starred on Broadway in Kinky Boots and will most likely be nominated for, and win, an Oscar for 12 Years A Slave.

But, right now, he can be seen in the Starz showing of a BBC production, Dancing On The Edge, about a fictional jazz band — loosely based on Duke Ellington — in 1930s Great Britain.

The music is fabulous, the story is intriguing and, yes, you knew it, I was gonna go shallow.

Chiwetel Ejiofor is gorgeous; those eyes, that accent. Yum.

Over there to Russia anti-gay president Vladimir Putin is trying to assure everyone that The Gays are welcome in his country:
"We are doing everything, both the organizers and our athletes and fans, so that participants and guests feel comfortable in Sochi, regardless of nationality, race or sexual orientation."
Just don’t be gay, though, because the Russian law banning 'gay propaganda' still stands.

I am a huge fan of White Collar, even long before Matt Bomer became the next big thing, and came out of the closet. But this season we have a new character on the show, played by the oh-so-delicious Warren Kole. He’s playing the role of Matt Bomer’s character Neil Caffrey’s “handler.”

Wow, If I could get a job handling either of these two I’d be over the moon.

I adore our cats and we have a standing rule in Casa Bob y Carlos:
1) Bob takes care of what goes into the cats and
B) Carlos takes care of what come out of the cats.

Except when Carlos isn’t home and MaxGoldberg leaves a massive hairball in the doorway to the bathroom, making me in charge of that particular HazMat spill.

I don’t necessarily like a hairless cat but I’d love a hairball-less one. Just sayin’.

Lordy lordy lordy, American Horror Story: Coven just gets better every week. I love that the writers and producers don’t tell just one story — witches and voodoo princesses — but talk about both of those things, and racism, and adultery, and, okay, bestiality — sex with a minotaur kinda counts doesn’t it? — and zombies.

Plus, after last week’s show which featured the brilliant Patti LuPone as a religious wingnut, last night we saw the return of Frances Conroy — Season One’s hot-young-old maid — as a member of the council investigating mysterious happenings at the school.

Plus, there was some Leslie Jordan tossed in there as a Quentin Crisp-esque gay witch.

Heaven; or at least a witchy equivalent.

We haven’t seen much of Renee Zellwigger lately — not that I’m complaining, I always thought she was over-rated — and now I think I know why.

Look at that picture: Renee in January on the left, and Rene last month on the right.

Someone looks like someone else. Nip.Tuck.

Halloween; the Great Gay holiday. Not so much for me — that Great Gay Holiday is The Oscars telecast, followed by The Tonys. But, folks like to dress up and so here’s some:

Martha Stewart as Glinda the Good Witch. Leave to Martha to play against type. And Ryan Seacrest, living in the late 80s. I mean how else do you explain why he’d dress as Michael Crawford from the original B’way production of Phantom. Gay. Gaygaygay.  And Adam Lambert as The genie; there’s a lamp that needs rubbing. Kelly Osbourne as a svelte Dame Edna and Fergie and Josh Duhamel as Elvira and RiffRaff — another 80s flashback … I guess there are no new ideas. Hugh Hefner and the Missus, Crystal Harris, as Robin Thicke and Mylie Cyrus — this is even creepier than the original. And last, and least, Derek Hough, spiked hair and guy-liner — I think this is less costume and more half-priced drink night at Boy Bar.

Still, speaking of Hough, let’s dish on his sister Julianne, and her Halloween “costume.” She decided to go as a character called Crazy Eyes from Orange Is The New Black and thought she’d use blackface.

Blackface. In 2013. Either she’s ignorant — and that’s a distinct possibility — or she’s stupid — another thought — or she knew that by going out in an offensive blackface moment she’d be going Mylie Cyrus on us and having everyone talk about her.

I mean, seriously, she didn’t think this was wrong on every level? And the person who applied the makeup didn’t think it was offensive? And her friends thought this was appropriate?

No, I think she knew it would cause a stir and get her name in the media and then she’d say sorry and we’d forgive.

I don’t. She’s offensive and stupid.

 “There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Now, Guy Fieri. The platinum-spiked-haired-not-gay-ALLEGEDLY Food Network host. Last night , after a flight back from San Francisco with his hairdresser, Ariel Ramirez, the two men got into a drunken brawl in the front seat of an SUV with the hairdresser shrieking at Guy, “You’re a f**king d**khead.”

Sometimes these things just write themselves.

Carry on.

Kanye West, fashion designer and “real” person.

A few years ago, Kanye teamed up with Louis Vuitton to design and sell sneakers that ranged in price from $840 to $1,140, Kanye has been known to drop a buttload of cash on his wardrobe, as every good gay with money is known to do.

But now Kanye is singing a different tune, because now he keeps shrieking about how expensive LV clothes and accessories cost; he says the prices are “too extreme” and as a result, he will no longer design for the company.

But he did design a plain white T for A.P.C that sells for $120.00.

Delusional say what?

Friday night is Grimm night at our house. We loves some Grimm and some David Giuntoli.
But, recently, the man who plays his captain, the actor Sasha Roiz, is piquing my interest. 

Hotness.

And now we have Dracula, starring the, for me at any rate, oozing-with-sex-appeal Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Vlad.

Bite me. Please.

Celine Dion has a new album out and she will be all over TV shrieking and squawking about it. I broke my ear plugs out of mothballs.

Seriously, after Titanic all I thought of what t hat I didn’t want her heart to go on.

Just go away.


Saturday, October 22, 2011

I Ain't One To Gossip, But.....

Okay, so she wasn't all cracked out, and she wasn't drunk, but Whitney Houston is ALLEGEDLY all kinds of crazy.
It seems that the former diva was almost physically removed from a  Delta flight for refusing to wear a a seatbelt. 
I know!
Multiple sources--and by multiple sources I mean everybody on the plane--say that Miss Whitney was all nice and snug in her seat until a crew member asked her to buckle up.
And that's when cray-cray came out.
She  refused and “got diva” on the crew member, until a second crew member came over and reminded her that her career is in the toilet and warned Houston that if she didn’t buckle up, she would have to get off the plane.
So, did Whitney Insert Tab A into Slot B?
No, she asked a flight attendant to do it for her.
She wasn't drunk or cracked out, but that girl is cray-cray.


I love the Food Network, and most of their, um, talent. But I have never been a fan of pudgy, dye-job, loudmouth Guy Fieri, and now, perhaps, I know why.
He isn't a nice guy. At least according to David Page, the ousted creator of the Fieri's Diners, Drive-ins and Dives, who is speaking out and slamming Fieri's behavior.
Page is ALLEGING that Fieri has displayed every form of bad behavior, from sexism to homophobia, saying, "Anytime any woman mentioned 'cream,' Guy went into a sexual riff."
How juvenile. Reminds me of Jack McFarland on Will & Grace, though Fieri might not want to be lumped in with a gay character. 
See, he ALLEGEDLY asks for "advance warning" when working with homosexuals, Page said, saying he once got a phone call from Fieri after he walked out of a restaurant: "Guy had decided that the two men running the restaurant were life partners. He said, 'You can't send me to talk to gay people without warning! Those people weird me out!'" 
Apparently other show researchers have also noted indications of homosexuality during the location screening process so as to warn Fieri. Now, this could all just be bad blood since Fieri made a mint off  Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives books and ALLEGEDLY promised to "split" the proceeds with Page Productions and didn't do it, but it still makes me think Guy Fieri let his food stardom go to his over-bleached head.


Oh, Jessica Simpson. Anything for a buck.

Even a baby, or the story of a baby.
People are still saying that Simpson is pregnant, but she isn't saying a word unless someone ponies up a buttload of cash.
About a half-million dollars to be exact.
Sources--and by sources, I mean the myriad of people who find Jessica Simpson to be an idiot...and the lines forms behind me--say Simpson, with the help of her father/manager/pimp, Joe Simpson, are refusing to say she is with moneymaker, er, baby, until someone coughs up the dough.
i say, wait. pretty soon it'll be quite clear that it isn't just an overload of Mac'N'Cheese, and you'll get the story without a penny spent.
What sickens me most about this, is that it sets the stage for more sales of stories about the Simpson spawn.
Baby's first poop!
Baby's first toothless grin!
Baby's first arrest!
I'm seeing a trend.



Here's one of those "Blind" Items that keep us guessing.
We all know that in Hollywood, many actors or actresses do whatever they can to look younger. Plastic surgery, hair plugs; they do whatever is necessary, even going so far as to hide their age, and then call a lawyer if anyone dares print that age.
See, according to the New York post, an unnamed is suing Amazon.com, which owns IMDb, because that website had the nerve to print her age.
She is seeking $1 million in damages.
The actress--who filed the suit in Seattle under the name "Jane Doe"--claims that having her age on public record threatens her career, and her suit ALLEGEDLY reads: "In the entertainment industry, youth is king. If one is perceived to be 'over-the-hill,' i.e. approaching 40, it is nearly impossible for an up-and-coming actress, such as the plaintiff, to get work."
Over-the-hill, at forty?
The actress's, or the wacktress's, cuz let's face it, this is crazy, exact age isn't listed in the lawsuit, but it does say she lives in Texas. Amazon and IMDb got her credit card information in 2008 when she subscribed to IMDb Pro; her age was published shortly thereafter.

So, who do you think the age-o-phobe is?