ESPN’s Pardon the Interruption co-host, and clueless moron, Tony Kornheiser made some rather downright insulting comments regarding SportsCenter anchor Hannah Storm and her wardrobe.
“She was wearing a horrifying, horrifying outfit today. She’s got on red go-go boots and a Catholic school plaid skirt … way too short for somebody in her 40s or maybe early 50s by now. She’s got on her typically very, very tight shirt. She looks like she has sausage casing wrapping around her upper body … I know she’s very good, and I’m not supposed to be critical of ESPN people, so I won’t … but Hannah Storm … come on now! Stop! What are you doing?”
So, the “sports” guy morphed into Mister Blackwell, and took his comments to the airwaves. And, as is par for the course in these cases where people open their yaps before thinking, Kornheiser apologized for his insulting comments:
“I was wrong. This is sort of what I do, and I’m sorry for it. … Not the first time and won’t be the last time, but I apologize for it this time.”
His backhanded apology wasn’t good enough for ESPN and they suspended him indefinitely.
Good for ESPN.
Sting released a new CD this past year, but he really hasn’t toured much since The Police Reunion Tour of 2008.
Now, however, he is planning a world tour this summer, playing all of his music, reworked for the Royal Philharmonic Concert Orchestra. The tour begins June 2nd in North America, and a UK leg is set to follow.
In a statement, Sting said:”I’m delighted by this new opportunity to tour with the Royal Philharmonic Concert Orchestra and reinterpret the songs I’ve been playing for many years.”
I will be looking for, and hoping, that the tour comes somewhere near Smallville, even in a neighboring state. I am a huge fan of his music, and, well, in the interests of open dialogue, I once stalked Sting up and down the West Coast, seeing him in concert eight times in nine days, everywhere from Los Angeles to Seattle.
After saying he wouldn’t, because he doesn’t have any sort of substance abuse issues ::::any more:::: Charlie Sheen has checked himself into rehab for alcohol and cocaine.
But, not, however, the same rehab facility where his current wife, Brooke Mueller, is seeking treatment for her crack habit. This is ::::allegedly:::: Brook’s first trip through rehab, and Charlie’s third.
People close to him, say he’s seeking help because: “He loves his children and ultimately that’s what convinced him to get help.”
Hmm, love your children, but cannot give up the coke’n’booze; and then mom has her own crack troubles. Lovely set of parents for those children.
Charlie, while in rehab, is apparently trying to re-negotiate his contract with his mindnumbingly dumb TV show Two and a Half Men, because, well, rehab, and maybe another divorce, cost money.
In a case of crazy meets crazy, Paula Abdul will film a pilot for Oprah Winfrey’s I-Have-More-Money-And-More-Cake-Than-God-Network, I mean, OWN.
Paula would be doing a daily talk show–who told Paula she could talk–in the vein of the old Oprah show, with celebrity guests and inspirational tales.
Seriously, this is the craziest thing ever.
Paula hasn’t strung a coherent sentence together since 1984, and Oprah thinks she can have a talk show?
People wonder, though, if Paula’s talk show–I laugh just typing it–takes off, will she still do the American X-Factor show with Simon Cowell, and Paula answers, “If Ellen DeGeneres can do it…so can I!”
Honey? You’re no Ellen.
You’re Paula Crazy Abdul.
I smell a trainwreck.
Evgeni Plushenko is a sore loser. An asshat of epic proportions.
Since losing the Gold medal at the Vancouver Olympics to American Evan Lysacek, Evgeni Plushenko has gone on a tear about how he was robbed and he’s the better skater and he does a quad and ::::blibbety blah blay blue:::: get over it.
Now, it seems that Evgeni and his webmasters have created a website where he declares that he won, and this is so funny it’s stupid, the ::::ooooooh aaaaaaah:::: Platinum Medal.
Do you see what he’s doing there? Platinum is much more precious than either Silver or Gold, so he’s rewriting Olympic history to say that was the winner, going so far as to create a medal category that doesn’t exist.
Poor Evgeni Plushenko.
You can change the name, dear, but you’re still a big pile of Number Two.
Lorenzo Lamas, hasbeen TV actor from the early 1980s, is apparently taking a page out of Charlie Sheen’s book. Not the cocaine and booze page, but the serial groom page.
Seems, La Lamas, fifty-two years, um, young, is getting married again, for the fifth time, to his 23 year-old girlfriend of three months, Shawna Craig.
Good thing The Gays can’t marry and the Straights can do it again and again and again and again and again.
I bet they have loads in common. For instance, she probably went to high school with a few of his six children. And, though she wasn’t born yet, she can catch up with Lorenzo from his days on Falcon Crest in the 80s.
Good luck to these two crazy kids!
Tiger Woods is pissed at PETA.Not because he’s a fur-wearing starlet, but because of a proposed billboard PETA wants to us.
It’s clever, but Tiger ain’t laughing. His lawyers, already working overtime on other issues, have contacted PETA and the animal rights group seems to be backing up:
“In light of conversations we have had with Mr. Woods’ attorneys, plans to run our billboard are on hold at this time.”
I think it’s funny.