...I've been in and out of jail all week. You know how that goes.
I find it interesting that the Pop Culture Gods saw fit to take away my computer access just when all the stars shifted and Paris Hilton became the center of the celeb universe. Perhaps it was a good thing. I watched the jail-transport coverage for about 20 minutes the other day and I'm already sick of hearing about Paris. I've even lost my appetite for French fries.
I really wanted to find something else to talk about but, as I just mentioned, the black hole that is Paris Hilton has sucked all of the life out of the entertainment world. Nothing else is going on, unless you count Britney's recent, shocking reveal that her ass is made entirely of cottage cheese. And now I've lost my appetite for all food.
Luckily, I'll have more blonde bimbos to amuse me soon enough. Next month is the premiere of VH1's latest has-been reality show, Rock of Love, starring Poison front-man Bret Michaels as the latest lonesome loser looking for love...or lots of big jugs. I don't know what will be worse - this show or Poison's new CD of classic-rock covers. Judging by the clip I just heard of their version of "Sufragette City," which essentially sounds like David Bowie's lyrics set to the music of "Talk Dirty to Me," I'm gonna guess the latter. I'll skip the record, but the '80s child in me can't avoid watching Bret's new show. I'm not sure if it can fill the void left by American Idol, but I'm willing to give it a shot.
I find it interesting that the Pop Culture Gods saw fit to take away my computer access just when all the stars shifted and Paris Hilton became the center of the celeb universe. Perhaps it was a good thing. I watched the jail-transport coverage for about 20 minutes the other day and I'm already sick of hearing about Paris. I've even lost my appetite for French fries.
I really wanted to find something else to talk about but, as I just mentioned, the black hole that is Paris Hilton has sucked all of the life out of the entertainment world. Nothing else is going on, unless you count Britney's recent, shocking reveal that her ass is made entirely of cottage cheese. And now I've lost my appetite for all food.
Luckily, I'll have more blonde bimbos to amuse me soon enough. Next month is the premiere of VH1's latest has-been reality show, Rock of Love, starring Poison front-man Bret Michaels as the latest lonesome loser looking for love...or lots of big jugs. I don't know what will be worse - this show or Poison's new CD of classic-rock covers. Judging by the clip I just heard of their version of "Sufragette City," which essentially sounds like David Bowie's lyrics set to the music of "Talk Dirty to Me," I'm gonna guess the latter. I'll skip the record, but the '80s child in me can't avoid watching Bret's new show. I'm not sure if it can fill the void left by American Idol, but I'm willing to give it a shot.
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As far as Britney? She was just shaking it at those shows about three weeks ago, she shouldn't look like that. Is mainlining ice cream and rum?
I'm all "loved" out on VH-1, why don't they create a seperate channel for this shit? I can barely stand "Charm School of Love" and I bailed on "I Love New York" ten minutes into the thing.
BTW, welcome back!
It's gonna be a bad day.
Sheesh.
I thought Bret Michaels had gone country? He was a judge on Nashville Star two seasons ago.
Les - Now, I would go on a dating show where Craig Ferguson was the bachelor. Mmm, love that Scottish accent.
WP - I'm betting on the do-rag. Perhaps Britney should be on the Bret Michaels show, they can both be bald together and make lots of sex tapes and babies.
EDP - Sorry about that. But cottage cheese is kinda gross anyway, no?
Tanya - I have to admit that I appreciate the obvious irony of the show's title, but I just can't watch. First of all, Sharon Osbourne's voice gives me seizures and secondly, I don't think The Hoff is qualified to judge talent.
Beth - Read the next post. You'll have to watch "The Two Coreys." That's worth staying on your ass for.
Barbara - To you too I say, "The Two Coreys." Screw the garden.
Layla - All it took was a few crocodile tears and they let me go! Amazing.
Travis - Come now, I'm not THAT obsessed. Bret Michaels is kind of pandering to the country audience these days, though he doesn't have the real crossover appeal that Bon Jovi does. I used to really enjoy "Nashville Star," but they kept moving around the time slot and I lost track of it.
I was in Los Angeles when that whole Paris drama hit on Friday. The news focused on it relentlessly. I was pretty disgusted.