Mother of All Mavens

A whole lot o' nothing. And then someā€¦

TV Times

With my trusty PVR, no show is too lame to at least test-drive. And why the hell not, right? Sure, PVR may be my crack, but with the plethora of new fall shows, it’s an absolute must.

Hey Jude II

In the Gala Green Room I brought a tall, leggy blond with me, figuring at least I’d get Mr Jude Law to look my way with such bait. But no dice. Others, yeah. But Jude was a no go. He came, he twinkled, he conquered. Again. And then he was gone, out to join his costars on stage

The Rock Report

Honestly, a girl goes out to stalk her movie star boyfriend and returns to find a half-taped reality show. A half-taped reality show FINALE! Was it the PVR? Was it the network? Was it a sign? It couldn’t be the Universe’s way of telling me to get a life, ‘cuz the PVR lets me have a life and watch one too. Harumph.

Hey Jude

Ladies and Gents, I bring you the First Annual Mother of All Mavens, Not-even-close-to-the-red-carpet, All-singin’, All-dancin’ Revue Review.

AKA the who’s nice, who’s rude, and who’s loaded with tude report. With a slice of cinema on the side.

Another Rock Report

Dilana? Noooooo. How they gave her a standing O last night is beyond me. Yes she got the crowd all riled up, but at one point I wasn’t sure if she was standing or sitting, and that just ain’t right. And it’s not front (wo)man material either. Then again, what do I know? I doubt I’d be a Supernova fan anyway.

Men in Cars

I kinda get the whole penis extension/check-out-my-Porsche thing. But what is it with the (straight?) guys who drive the little red sportsters? Or, better still, the ones in the turquoise reissued t-birds? Sooooo not their demo.