The Beet is under seige and I had to gulp down 3.5 hours of Grindhouse last night which means this will be reeking of brevity. Here’s some random thoughts on last night’s Idol.
Please God, let’s put Ton’ Bennett out to pasture. He’s a billion years old and everything he says is laced with old man vibe. “Just sing the words,” “Make sure you hit the words,” “Don’t try for any other notes than I did.” Yawn and a half. The only spark he provided was liking Sanjaya and commenting on the Iraq war. Yowsers. I know I was interested in TB’s thoughts on that front.
Simon needs to fight back with the audience more. People are rude. Stop booing him! If you love everyone you’re hardly objective eh? Also, if everyone is good the show gets really fucking boring. We’re almost there right now. Without Sanjaya, Phil and Haley to watch we’d just be watching a decent pop concert. And frankly I don’t want to watch a decent pop concert.
Winners last night:
Lakisha, Jordin, Chris (not Sligh, the one that hasn’t been voted off):
Lakisha held down the anchor position and rocked it. Jordin, for her young age, seems remarkably composed. Chris, as annoying as he can be, is catching up to Blake at an alarming rate.
Losers: Everyone else.
Haley is pretty much being set up to pose for Playboy. Blake’s voice is composed of one note. Sanjaja trying to sing? Not fun! Melinda is boring. Good, but TiVo fast forward ready. Glockson is fading at the very point she needs to be crushing it. If it weren’t for Haley she’d be sticking out like a hooker with a heart of gold.
That’s all for now. If I’m scheduled to handle the vote-off I’ll do better. Some sort of Haiku for Phil is in order, he’s about to head of to that giant penis-head in the sky place.
A judge in New Jersey ruled today that those gigantic machines used to smooth out ice rinks are not motor vehicles and therefore one can operate them while intoxicated without being in jeopardy of getting a DUI.
A judge ruled the four-ton ice rink-grooming machines aren’t motor vehicles because they aren’t useable on highways and can’t carry passengers.
Zamboni operator John Peragallo had been charged with drunken driving in 2005 after a fellow employee at the Mennen Sports Arena in Morristown, New Jersey, told police the machine was speeding and nearly crashed into the boards.
Police said Peragallo’s blood alcohol level was 0.12 percent. A level of 0.08 is considered legally drunk in New Jersey.
Peragallo appealed, and Superior Court Judge Joseph Falcone on Monday overturned his license revocation and penalties.
“It’s a vindication for my client,” Peragallo attorney James Porfido said after the hearing. “It’s the right decision.”
Morris County Assistant Prosecutor Joseph D’Onofrio said no decision had been made on whether to appeal.
Peragallo, 64, testified at his trial that he did drink beer and vodka, but not until after he had groomed the ice. However, he told police he had a shot of Sambuca with his breakfast coffee and two Valium-pills before work.
Justin Timberlake doesn’t like gossip rags because they make “soap operas” out of the lives of celebrities. I bet Justin Timberlake would like the gossip rags a whole lot less if they stopped writing about him and running his picture. [Celebrity Smack]
They are making a movie version of He’s Just Not That Into You. [Glitterati]
Kate Moss and Pete Doherty should not be allowed to own a video camera. [Agent Bedhead]
Have you ever really missed a deceased relative? Me too. Keith Richards might have, he might not have, but he’s definitely crazy either way.
From AP LONDON:
Keith Richards: The strangest thing I’ve tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father,” Richards was quoted as saying by British music magazine NME. “He was cremated and I couldn’t resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn’t have cared,” he said. “… It went down pretty well, and I’m still alive.”
His father was cremated and Keith snorted the ashes. Hmmm. Well at least he had the good sense to mix pops with blow. Classy.
We will now only run posts on things Keith HASN’T snorted in the interest of time.
I am all for getting plastic surgery on your body. Get some boobs! Lift your butt! Lipo lipo lipo. Ladies, however, stay away from messing with your face.
Lip injections, too much botox, and a few unfortuneate nips and tucks have made Nicole Kidman a creepy version of her former self. Take a cue from Michelle Pfeiffer. She has allowed herself to age gracefully and still looks like herself.
You can’t be young forever, and somehow I have a feeling Nicole has aged herself by being too thin and tweaking with her natural beauty.
Here are some pictures of Nicole pre-plastic.
Owen and Kate last Friday went on a cozy lunch date in Santa Monica. After Owen, Kate’s “You, Me and Dupree” costar, broke up her marriage to that uggs rocker guy there were rumors that the relationship was over as Owen is a notorious toxic bachelor. I am guessing, from the looks of this photo, that their relationship is back on.
They actually look really cute together. I don’t care if Kate cheated, she is just adorable.