Archive for March 15th, 2010

Got very little sleep last night (thank you, asshole whose car alarm has been going off every five minutes!), but we had an absolutely divine day with Christina and Christopher. And I’m having leftover pecan pie for breakfast. DON’T JUDGE ME!!!

The Post has decided there is no such thing as “Too Much Information” and has graced their cover with Rielle Hunter and the headline KISS & TELL (with the sub-head bullet points *Rielle spills secrets *He hoped I’d get an abortion *We slept together 1st night which awkwardly morph into first person sans quotes).

In this EXCLUSIVE (which seems to have been put together entirely from an interview [and {shudder} photo spread] that Hunter gave to GQ magazine), we learn that the first thing Hunter ever said to John Edwards was “You’re so hot.” (His alleged response? “Why, thank you!”) We also learn (according to the homewrecker) that John was “scared to death of his cancer-stricken wife.”

My favorite part of these stories is when the woman who helped destroy the man’s marriage says something that indicates she will one day have a Harry Chapin’s “Cat’s In The Cradle”-type realization. “We love each other very much. And that hasn’t changed, and I believe that will be till death do us part. The love doesn’t go away.” That’s right, Rielle. He’ll be faithful to you always.

Churley Hurt goes after Gregory Meeks today (Give him huddled masses — to ‘exploit’). Meeks has stopped insisting that the $30,000 he raised for Katrina victims was to be sent to 30 families in Dallas. Now he claims the money went to Katrina victims that had been transplanted to New York City. That, it appears, is also bullshit.

I surely hope he (Meeks, not Hurt) appears on NY1 tonight.

Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland made another $62,000,000 this weekend. Green Zone placed second with $14,500,000. And, so help me God, if that car’s alarm doesn’t stop, I am going to throw a trash can through its windshield.

The Jets’ Rex Ryan got gastric bypass surgery.

He remains enormous.

Page Six (today on page 10) has quite the story today: “Kate Gosselin is being a ‘total diva’ on the set of Dancing With the Stars — snubbing other contestants and behaving frostily to crew members.” Keep enabling her, America!

Also in Page Six is a nice little blurb about Greta Gerwig’s recent interview with V.A. Musetto:

“When it comes to on-screen sex and nudity, Americans are prudes. So says indie queen Greta Gerwig, who stars with Ben Stiller in Noah Baumbach’s new comedy, Greenberg. Gerwig sheds her top a few times, and in one awkward scene is orally pleasured by Stiller’s character. ‘I did all these interviews in Europe, and not a single person asked me about it,’ she tells Post film editor V.A. Musetto. ‘In New York, there were a lot of questions. It [nudity, sex] seems to be a fascination here. But I don’t begrudge people that.’”

I knew it! Of course he asked her about nudity! He’s a chubby old perv!

Peter Graves, 84, has died. I hadn’t realized that that was him in Stalag 17.

You done good, Pete.

Mike Tyson has a new “reality” show on Animal Planet called Take on Tyson. It will follow Iron Mike’s journey through “the world of competitive pigeon racing.”

Better pigeon racing than person raping, I guess.

Michael Barone explains How Tea Parties Echo ’60s Protests, but (surprisingly) his answer isn’t “poorly.”

Elisabeth Vincentelli has a new photo for her columns! And it’s a vast improvement over the old one:

She actually looks like a female in the new one! Congratulations, Liz!

The Yankees are 5-7 (the Mets are 7-6).

Looks like Cano will bat fifth.

Jeter, Johnson, Teixeira, Rodriguez, Cano?

Yes, please.

The car alarm has finally stopped. And despite the coffee I just drank, I might try to sleep for a little while.

Hold my calls.