Daily Celebrity Dropping: RIP Gary Coleman

Gary Coleman died this morning from a brain hemorrhage resulting from a fall in his Utah home two days ago.  Even though his adult life had turned into kind of a spectacle, he really was a cute kid. And who hasn't uttered the line, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?" at least once?



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tags: gary coleman dies | diff'rent strokes | dana plato |

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Daily Celebrity Dropping: American Idol Winner Lee DeWyze is Ruining Lives

I didn't watch American Idol at all this season, but I do know that Lee DeWyze beat out Crystal Bowersox for the title last night. Also, I do know of at least one woman who really hates Dwyze -- see this video of a woman completely losing her shit when he's announced as the winner.

I think she actually moans, "Omigod my whole life is ruined." I mean, I don't think I've said anything that dramatic since I found out True Blood was going on hiatus.



(A couple of NSFW moments for language and then when you put your fist through the computer screen trying to punch her.)
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tags: american idol | lee dewyze | crystal bowersox | simon cowell

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Daily Celebrity Dropping: Jesse James Is Sorry

Let's face it -- I couldn't stay away from the gossip life too long. I didn't want to admit it but I've missed writing about celebrities ever since I left my last writing gig. Famous people do the darndest things! So I decided to start something on my blog, a sort of daily fix of celebrity gossip. I'm calling it Daily Celebrity Dropping because it's like one of those 'presents' your pet leaves for you on the carpet everyday. Sure it's unsightly but at least you don't have to clean this one up.

I missed the Jesse James interview on Nightline last night which crushed me because I was really looking forward to it. Not like someone looks forward to a party, but sort of in the same way you might get excited about eating a double-jalapeno-cheeseburger: you know it's going to be good, you'll feel bad about it while it's happening and then at some point there will be crying.

In case you've been living under a rock, James has admitted to cheating on Sandra Bullock with a really scary-looking biker chick named 'Bombshell' McGee and around four-hundred other scary-looking biker chicks. This interview was his first since the bombshell surfaced (pun intended) and was supposed to be his mea culpa for throwing his marriage in the toilet and also for dressing up like a Nazi. I don't know about you but this guy sounds like a real catch.

Sure enough James did start crying, and at first I thought it was because he threw his marriage in the toilet and dressed up like a Nazi (did I say that already) but then I started thinking maybe he got something in his eye. Or maybe they were tears of frustration when he was asked how many women he had actually cheated with and he couldn't count that high.

Call me crazy, but this whole affair thing surprised me -- even though James was a little rough around the edges I thought he seemed like a good husband for Bullock. Rigel says if I believe that he's got a couple of tattooed biker chicks he'd like to bring over for dinner.

Thanks to the miracle lf the internet I was able to watch the whole thing here instead of doing the laundry today, and you can too. 
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tags: jesse james interview | nightline | sandra bullock jesse james

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This mouse is mighty

I'm kind of obsessed with this video right now, of a mouse that runs through an unbelievably elaborate obstacle course. Maybe I'm just jealous because I can't even get my cat to bury its own poop.

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LA Moms Blog: Lessons Learned

I have a new post up over at the LA Moms Blog. It's a story about the piano teacher I had when I was a little girl, but don't expect a warm, fuzzy nostalgic look back at years filled with a wondrous discovery of music. No, it's more of a bitter, angry tale of a cold, distant woman who made me never want to sit down at a piano again. Not that I blame her for my lack of musical talent, but I do credit her with instilling in me a deep fear of false eyelashes.

I took piano lessons for years when I was young but don't ask me to sit down at the piano at your dinner party and play "Ode To Joy" or request my keyboard accompaniment when you sing, "Always and Forever" at your sister's wedding. (Don't laugh -- you know you've never been to a wedding where they didn't play that song.)

And the reason is, I don't remember how to a play a single thing after all those lessons and that drain on my parents' bank account. In fact, one of the only things I remember has nothing to do with perfecting my scales or learning the difference between a major and a minor chord. It's this: I remember my piano teacher's false eyelash coming off during a lesson and fluttering down to her cheek, where it sat for the next thirty minutes, totally unbeknownst to her...Read More...

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tags: music lessons for kids | piano teachers | la moms blog

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I interviewed Nikki Sixx and Kelly Gray while I was totally wired but not in a good way

My interview with Mötley Crüe's Nikki Sixx and his partner Kelly Gray is in the current issue of Genlux magazine. Gray, the daughter of the St. Johns Knits founders, and Sixx teamed up to start Royal Underground, an incredibly badass line of clothing that is the favorite of rock n' roll royalty. I asked them if a writer mom with two kids could rock a little Royal Underground, and Sixx just laughed and said that, speaking as a father of four, no matter what we wear our kids will never think we're cool. Well, mister, obviously you've never seen my bedazzled mom jeans and studded fanny pack.

I interviewed them over the phone, and coincidentally later that day a friend called to tell me she had a phone interview coming up and was wondering what high-tech equipment I used to talk to all these high-falutin' celebrities. I told her to come over and check it out, but that if she was expecting something out of Mission Impossible she was going to be disappointed because my desk looks like it belongs to a high school science nerd circa 1970. All that's missing is a can of Cactus Cooler and a tube of Clearasil. Okay maybe just the Cactus Cooler.

Last year I went to Radio Shack and bought a small tape recorder that is used specifically for recording calls off the phone. Sounds shady, I know, and I think the clerk even mumbled something about only previously selling them to middle-aged men with shifty eyes. Then, because I always like to have an additional recording source as backup, recently the friendly clerk at Radio Shack (who I'm now on a first-name basis with and is probably going to ask me to adopt him), suggested a recording earphone. One end plugs into the recorder and the other end has a small device that you put in whichever ear you would put the phone receiver up to.

I know you're starting to get an unbelievably sexy mental image of me right now. Hold on, let me put on my retainer.

Anyway, by the time I'm ready to do a phone interview, I've got enough wires running in and around me that I'm almost afraid to take a sip of my coffee because I think that a spilled drop will set off an electrical fire. I imagine Rigel and the girls finding my body, burned to a crisp in my office chair and the only way they'll know for sure it's me is by the piece of metal with the Radio Shack logo embedded in my corpse.

But don't let this nerdy scenario scare you away from reading the interview. Both Sixx and Gray were really funny and smart and real, and I have a feeling that even if they could see me on the other end of the phone wrapped in my fifty cords and wires they wouldn't judge me. Especially if they saw my fanny pack with the Mötley Crüe logo on it.


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tags: royal underground | genlux magazine | nikki sixx | kelly gray | motley crue

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