Bruce Willis arrived at Comic Con, spruiking his new films. (Aka -Bruce with Guns, 1,2,3,4,and so on.)
Rumor has it he was wearing a gun. I guess those nerds can go crazy at Comic Con. WTF?

I shouldn’t be so Judge Judy, who knows what he is dealing with in his world. Crazy stalkers, ex wives who have struck a deal with the devil to never age, the devil being Ashton Kutcher – the Minister of Ironic scarf wearing.

Bruce is limited at best in his acting, although I did think him sexy in his Moonlighting days. Remember the filters used when they filmed Cybil Shepherd – shot though a fucking mattress I tell ya. I digress.

Meanwhile I moved the furniture around at home in preparation for my new career.
I have news but I shan’t announce it till the ink is dried. Stay tuned.

Ah, waiting is part of the job description apparently.


Do the hokey pokey

So the new thing in celebrity world is not the Tupperware of the Enjo party but the Kabbalah party. Word is that Gwyneth Paltrow  recently had one in her crazy beautiful house in the Hamptons. She has her own Pilates and yoga studio BTW. As seen on Oprah.
Is the free gift at a Kabbalah Party a red string for your delicate wrist?

I went to a Tupperware party once as thrown by a fabulous girl as a joke. Secretly we were all happy to enter this world. We all got on the French Champagne and bought our ‘rock and serves’ and then went out dancing afterwards. I received a handy lettuce corer for my troubles as my free gift. I use it now and think of my hangover with fondness.

I like saying ‘Kabbalah party’ over and over. It’s soothing.

Meanwhile, guests at Gwyneth’s included literary agents, restaurateurs and actors.
I cannot think of anyone that I would inflict my beliefs on at a party.
I have to hold myself back form asking people’s star signs. It’s a habit I am trying to break.

Kabbalah party, kabbalah party, kabbalah party…

Before I speak, I have something important to say.

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