Brangelina

I know we're supposed to be all anti-Angelina Jolie these days because she's kind of an aloof bitch, according to the tabloids. And she and Brad may not have actually consummated the affair while he was married to what'shername, but they were probably a little too close for colleagues. Whatever. I don't care. I love that girl. I think she and Brad Pitt are the most gorgeous couple and I love their blended, multi-cultural family.

Look, the girl came a long way. She was a wild child who married inappropriate men and did inappropriate things in public (and probably way more inappropriate things in private). She was kind of a psycho and people overlooked her talent because she was so weird. But give her credit where credit's due: girl got her shit together. For a long time, she was a devoted single mom (you never saw that kid with a nanny). She became a pretty devoted philanthropist. And as she's getting older, she's getting prettier. She's got gorgeous hair, a beautiful smile, and amazing bone structure. She pulled her shit together, people! Give her a break!

Is the reason why everyone hates her because she's gorgeous? Because she's generous? Because she's got one of the hottest men in the world dancing to her tune? Whatever. She gives away a third of her income (reportedly), she adopts children a lot of people might overlook, and she donates something way more important than money - she gives her time. She's not just talking about things she wants to change; she's attempting to change them.

I always thought Brad Pitt and whatshername were a mismatch. No matter what she's been doing now (and my God, although I love Clive Owen, Derailed was horrible), she's always going to be that girl from Friends. She's never going to have a career like Katharine Hepburn or Julia Roberts or even Angelina Jolie. She's going to be like Meg Ryan - a solid career in romantic comedies, a few pitiful stabs at drama that leave you shaking your head (exception: Proof of Life, I liked that movie), and then once she reaches a certain age, she'll fade out into the background and get some bad collagen injections. He, on the other hand, has made some pretty crap movies (Troy?), but he's also made some decent ones. He's got an Oscar nom somewhere (not that that means much these days). He's made some great movies these past few years (Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Spy Game) (although, for the love of God, stop with the Ocean's movies. Eleven was great, Twelve was okay, but enough with the damn sequels.). He was a MEGA STAR who just wanted a wife and babies. He seems like a regular guy. Whatshername, on the other hand, never seemed like she wanted anything but a big career. (In case you can't tell, I'm not a Jennifer Aniston fan. She seems fake and she's always annoyed me. I wasn't a big Friends person and the only movie of hers that I've every really, truly enjoyed and sat through more than once was Office Space). I can't blame him like the rest of America for falling in love with someone whose goals and ideas and, dare I say, values, were more like his.

People make mistakes. Maybe he cheated on his wife with her. Maybe they waited until he finally left her. Maybe they're a little overexposed. I don't care. I love them. I think they are incredibly interesting.

Bette Midler Was Totally Drunk

She had to be, right? I mean, she was singing Wind Beneath My Wings, for christ's sake, to start off. And then her voice cracked in a weird place and she kept flitting around and swinging her hips in a manner that didn't match the song. She had to be trashed. It was like listening to very poor karaoke, to quote Omar.

Baby Sis came to visit this weekend. It was a good time. There are days when I truly enjoy my little sister. Then there are other days, but this weekend was one of the times I really liked her and enjoyed her company.

Jordin Sparks Makes Me Feel Old

Dude, she talked about how her mom loved Bon Jovi a couple weeks ago. I felt like I was 100. She needs to lose the jheri curls, though.

Veronica Mars is opposite the finale of Idol next week. Omar's going to have rig something up, because I am totally not missing either one. And I wish people would stop booing Simon. He's right, you morons. It's why he makes millions. Jesus Christ.

I talked to my roommate from college tonight, who's got a 6 week old baby. So I'm alternately jealous and horrified of/for her right now.

Sir Mix A Lot just did "baby got back" with Blake and I'm half thrilled and half horrified.

Anyway, she's got that baby and I'm jealous because she's got a baby and she got married before me and now had a baby before me and she didn't even date her husband HALF as long as I dated Omar before she got married. Omar and I are going on nine years together this fall, which just reiterates to me again that I am old. OLD. Elderly. Decrepit. Ancient.

The baby's six weeks old and she's telling me all these horror stories about her delivery and not sleeping and being depressed, etc., and I'm like, "NEVER." Yet, I want a baby so BADLY. Badly enough that I am willing to risk crippling pain and go off the pill in 8 weeks to start trying.

So who the hell knows?

My pick: Jordin and Melinda in the finale, Melinda wins it all. Another American Idol CD I won't buy because the singer is boring. I own Daughtry, Kelly Clarkson and, shame-facedly, the first Clay Aiken release. Nothing else, because I find the rest boring. I've never even heard a single off Taylor Hicks' first CD and Katharine McPhee's first single bored me. I wasn't a Fantasia fan, didn't watch Carrie Underwood's season because I was watching Lost back then and because I was workaholic at The Store and didn't watch the season when Clay and Reuben competed. This is the first time I've watched consecutive seasons of Idol ever. I watched season one, skipped two, watched three, skipped four, watched five and six. We'll see about next year.

Veronica Mars is winding down and I don't know if it's coming back or not next year. Better take what I can get while I can.

Sleep, Perchance Boredom

Omar fell asleep on the couch last night at 9:30. After Heroes was over, I did the dishes. I didn't feel like watching the news. I had already written in my journal, the one I keep to write in by hand. I had already finished one book and started reading a second. There was nothing on t.v. that interested me. I was bored.

So I went to bed.

Omar was sleeping so I had no one to talk to. I figured I might as well try to sleep. Turns out going to sleep because you're bored is not conducive to a good night's sleep. I tossed and turned for the most part and didn't really get good sleep. I hate that. It makes me cranky and irritable. Today just felt like a long day.

When did Barry Gibb get old? Or rather ancient? I guess I'm so used to Jimmy Fallon's impression that I forget that he is old. He's all gray, practically white, and he has an old man quality to his voice. There's that Sean Connery raspiness to his voice, kind of a lisp. I didn't know he was Scotish.

The Magic of FX

I don't have to catch a train until past 8 this week, so I've had some time in the mornings to chill out. And I've rediscovered something I completely forgot I love. Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I have seasons 1-5 on DVD. But really, let's be honest, seasons 1 and 2 are so the best. And I miss it in the later seasons where you see some of the crazy shit that happens later on (totally not a Faith fan and Adam as the Big Bad in season 4 was kind of eh, as was the initiative. She needed a better boyfriend than milquetoast Riley). But I've been getting back into it and I just LOVE it again. Now I feel a need for Buffy-Thon 2007. Maybe I can convince baby sis to lend me seasons 6-7 because I can't afford them right now.