Saturday, November 30, 2013

Fast & Furious Actor Paul Walker Dies In Car Crash.


Actor Paul Walker, 40,  most famous for the "Fast And Furious" movie franchise, died Saturday, ironically in a car accident, his publicist said.
"Sadly, I must confirm that Paul did pass away this afternoon in a car accident. It is with a truly heavy heart that we must confirm that Paul Walker passed away today in a tragic car accident while attending a charity event for his organization Reach Out Worldwide. He was a passenger in a friend's car, in which both lost their lives."

Walker was as known for his sky blue eyes, blonde hair and blasé attitude as well as his addiction to an high octane lifestyle and often described himself as an adrenaline junkie.

He made many movies but is most known for "The Fast And The Furious" movies, which usually dealt with fights, feisty women and fast cars.

Raised Mormon, Walker left his faith to work in Hollywood and hit it big in his first hit movie, "Varsity Blues."

Walker was working on a seventh " Fast And Furious" film at the time of his death. he leaves behind a young daughter, named Meadow. RIP.

 

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Broke Is A Joke. Tori Spelling Sex Tape Is Out There.


Times are tough these days, even grown-up rich kids like Tori Spelling are crying poverty. Spelling, who keeps having babies with a husband who never works, didn’t get much when her father, mega producer Arron Spelling hit the dirt. Now a week after Spelling whined she was broke, a sex tape of her and her dead beat hubby is said to have been “stolen” from their house and is on the market for sale. Spelling, who looks like a cross between a Tarsier monkey and Gollum from ”The Lord Of The Rings,” must be really desperate; who the hell wants to see Tori Spelling naked and having sex with her broke husband? Not anyone outside of prison.
Here is a way for you guys to make money; stop having some many children and make your husband get a frigging job already, even if it’s at Target.  
It’s hard to have sympathy for rich people when they cry poverty, I’m sure there are a few who legitimately lose everything, but most of them went broke by buying worthless crap. I refuse to contribute my tears for them when there are soldiers who come home from active service and can’t get a job; that is the real horror.

If this anonymous person who is selling their sex tape, actually sells the thing, I guess one can’t complain. Me, I’ll waste my hard earned money on another margarita.


 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Stevie Nicks Will Appear On American Horror Story: Coven.

 
Just like the white winged dove, Stevie Nicks, 65,  is still flying high, and soon to be guest starring on FX's huge hit "American Horror Story: Coven. No word yet on what Nick's will be doing, but a little bird told me she'll be a witch; what a surprise!
 
Series creator Ryan Murphy made the announcement today and already the web is a buzz. We here at HTYM will get out our shawls, dust off the love beds and turn the smoke machine on full blast in honor of Ms. Nicks making her acting debut.

Murder, She Wrote Remake Has Angela Lansbury Pissed Off.


NBC has had some massive failures with remakes of classic TV shows, “Bionic Woman”, and this season’s flop, “Ironside” come to mind. Now they are working on a reboot of the classic series, Murder She Wrote, which ran for 12 seasons on CBS. The new Murder She Wrote will star Octavia Spenser,43, who got an Oscar for “The Help,” Let’s hope this new "Jessica Fletcher" doesn’t make any pies for any of the suspects in the new series.
The old Murder She Wrote had Angela Lansbury playing school teacher-turned author-turned Sleuth. The reboot will find Spenser playing a hospital administrator, who self publishes a book and turns into an amateur sleuth.

Angela Lansbury, 88, has flared her famous big eyes when she heard that NBC is using the Murder She Wrote title. Lansbury spoke to the Associated Press about the remake.” I think it's a mistake to call it Murder, She Wrote, because Murder, She Wrote will always be about a Cabot Cove and this wonderful little group of people who told those lovely stories and enjoyed a piece of that place, and also enjoyed Jessica Fletcher, who is a rare and very individual kind of person."
She has a point there. I discovered MSW years after it aired, I have to say I’m a big fan of the show, and especially (as many do) love the episodes set in Cabot Cove.

Lansbury continued, "So I'm sorry that they have to use the title Murder, She Wrote, even though they have access to it and it's their right." NBC, which is owned by Universal has the rights to the show.
Lansbury has no ill will for Spenser, "I saw her in The Help and thought she was absolutely wonderful, a lovely actress. So I wish her well, but I wish it wasn't in Murder, She Wrote." Oh, I think that was, Murder, She Spat!
Some are saying Lansbury has sour mouth because she has stated interest in re-starring in a remake and Universal turned her down cold, sighting high cost to produce with her (Lansbury had many of her family members working on the old show, and getting paid big bucks)
I’ll hold judgment until I see the pilot. I do agree that they shouldn’t have called it MSW, but the name will make a lot of people watch it; at least for the first episode, and from there is where the writers and producers have to capture the audience. MSW was one of those rare shows where an older woman was the Star and was continually in the top 10 for years. Let’s hope this new version is even better; I love a good mystery.

As of now many fans are behind Lansbury, and there are rumors, thanks to bad press, that NBC is feeling the heat to not even call the show Murder She Wrote.

 

Monday, November 4, 2013

How I Met My Mother.


 
My birth mother’s existence was often like sightings of Big Foot; possibly a myth that tended to roam the earth in different states. But nobody could ever get a clear picture, including me.
Having an adopted mother who died in 1998 made me think that my ‘having parents’ days we’re long gone, and too be honest I really didn’t need to have parents. I made it in one of the toughest cities on my own after growing up in the hood, and I’m so proud of myself. I’m not rich by any means, and still struggle but I live in Manhattan, on my own; in a great one-bedroom and in one of the best neighborhoods in NY. I have a good career that gives me a lot of time to pursue writing, and I’m happy. I have no ties, no one to burden me with their life and it feels damn great.

People are always amazed when I would say my parents we’re dead, often remarking, “oh I don’t know what I would do.” Well, I always think you learn to deal with it, you have to go on and survive or just wither up and die.

Two months ago I was searching the internet and I looked up my birth mother, and found she was looking for me on various websites. I was cautious but interested (meeting her for the first time at 15, didn’t go too well after a couple of years and we never talked again) I planned to tell her just how she hurt me with the first time I met her, and then also the last time I saw her.
We talked on the phone and made a date to meet. Monday came and I was ready to face my fears. I had changed my last name and tried to run from my family and seeing her would bring me back into the fold, 23-years later with people I had tried to forget about.
Waiting for her with birds chirping at an outdoor restaurant, the waiter asked if I would like to order something, I replied, “no. I’m waiting for my mother.” The words seemed cold to me. Who was this woman? I really didn’t know and to call her mother; some people would say she didn’t deserve the title. But I stopped holding on to that, and the past. Soon it felt good to say those words. Almost like I wanted to jump on the table and scream, I’m waiting for my mother! I. Have. A. Mother!

The last time my mother saw me I had bleached blonde hair and wore enough black eyeliner to choke Liza Minnelli. When she entered it took me awhile to recognize her; she didn’t recognize me, and I took that for a good thing. Meeting her could have gone many different ways. I could have “told her like it is,” like I have with various people over the years. Instead I let it all go, the past, and it’s not like I can forget everything and become a perfect person from it, but I can understand her better, as she didn’t have it easy as well. Being pregnant at fifteen with a family who all wanted to run the other way instead of helping her didn’t make her life easy. Sitting with her I didn’t have anger for her, I had pity. One learns over time that your parents did the best they could do for you.
Usually what hurt you at the time isn’t remembered by them, and vice versa; so why not just let it go and judge them for how they are now?
I think I can have a relationship with my mother, but it’s not like instant potatoes; add water and butter; get mother. We have a long road to take, and I’m ready to go down it again, no matter how bumpy it could get.