Higher Learning: Celebrity Edition

It's back to school time again. But not just for the kiddlets -- your favorite celebs are hitting the books. Jerry O'Connell, fresh from his talk-show tour discussing the birth of his twins and his wife's pumping habits, is studying one of the oldest professions. No, not that one. He's going to become a lawyer. I guess he's not getting royalties from My Secret Identity and Kangaroo Jack these days. The new dad will be taking courses at Southwest School of Law. As the wife of a lawyer, I know Rebecca is in for some long nights alone with the kids. Hopefully, he can start pulling his weight in a few years, though. Maybe Rebecca can become a stay-at-home super-mom-del.

He's not the only one, however. Ashely Judd will be attending Haaavaaaad for her degree in public adminisitration. Lookout Beantown, here she comes! She joins other already-celebrities seeking degrees from Harvard, such as Weezer's Rivers Cuomo and Natalie Portman. Maybe this advanced degree will allow Judd to stop making such crappy movies.

Lastly, Omarosa -- that's Omarosa Manigault-Stallworth to you -- is going to -- wait for it . . . SEMINARY SCHOOL. She will be studying at the United Theological Seminary. Please, if nothing else, let her find a soul there!

All this is inspiring me. I want a reason for a new Trapper-Keeper and pencil box. Perhaps I can persue my advanced degree in blogging? Taught by Professors Perez Hilton and Arianna Huffington?

It's Over

I'm sure no one was surprised by last night's Jon & Kate Plus Eight revelation that they were going their separate ways. I certainly wasn't. Yet, it was still really a sad moment when the proverbial hammer came down. Say what you want about John's earrings or Kate's fake bake -- they are still real people, really getting divorced. And there are real kids involved. TV show or not, whether they had mutual affairs or stayed faithful, they are a family in crisis. The Hubby and I hugged each other a little tighter last night, not because their separation has anything to do with us personally, but it still made us go hmmmm . . . You see, Jon and Kate were married the day after us, ten years ago. Sure, they were thrown a major curveball, having two sets of multiples and a TV show where we just have one and no show. But I guess that means that when you're standing up at that altar saying your "I do's," you have no idea which way it's all going to go.

And, it's one less couple to hang with. The Hubby always insisted that there were certain celebrity couples that would be fun to go out with in real life. Sure, Nick and Jessica were a little dumb, but they seemed nice. We were sad when they broke up that we'd never get a chance to share margaritas at Chilli's. Jon and Kate would bicker a bit, but isn't there one couple in every group like that? I was sure that we'd have a lot to talk about. Now that they're through, that just leaves Brad and Angelina. I probably wouldn't like them in real life, though. They'd probably go on and on about international politics and blah blah blah. And they probably wouldn't want to dish about the latest installment of Big Brother. Oh well. I wonder if Tom and Gisele are available . . .

Boobs Over Broadway

I think Glee is going to be my new favorite show next fall. Those minxes at FOX teased me with one episode after the Idol finale and now I have to wait until the fall TV season starts to see another, but I like what I saw. It touched my inner theater geek, taking me back to the days of after-school play practice. We didn't have a very rich theater program at my high school (only one musical a year), but it was always the highlight of my year. Over the summers, I did "drama camp," which made those long boring summers fly right by. Even then, my inner control freak came out (I preferred to be a director than an actor). The best part about those experiences was hanging out with people I had so much in common with. I wasn't a great athlete (unless you count my other activity -- figure skating -- oy), I wasn't smart enough to be a full-blown chess club brainy-geek, and I wasn't popular enough to be in student government. If the theater was the island of misfits, I found my other toys. Of course, as in any society, there was still the hierarchy -- the diva, the male lead, the geek even the theater geeks picked on. Oh, and we had our Susan Boyle too -- a smelly girl that really needed a shower. But that's how it goes. So, if I can see myself in any show on TV, I think it's going to be this show. It's got biting humor, soaring musical numbers, and the right balance of sentiment and irony. As Lea Michelle exclaimed in the first episode "there is NOTHNG ironic about show choir!" which is funny because everything IS ironic about show choir. And why did I mention boobs in the title of this post? Oh yeah, I saw Lea Michelle's boobs when I sat front and center at Spring Awakening. That's all, just wanted to mention that . . .

And here is a little tatse of the show:

Cold Sake Jr. Est Arrive!

So this is why I haven't posted in ages. I hope to be back in action this summer. Until then, rock on . . .