There is this really weird trend I've noticed over the last number of years.
Any time a celebrity dies, famous people everywhere suddenly start popping up yammering incessantly about how much they loved So-And-So who just kicked the bucket.
Today, we're running down the five most instantly adored and collectively cool dead people.
Top 5 Super Cool Dead People
5. Michael Jackson
Despite the fact that he has always been "The King of Pop," before he passed this summer, the only people who would align themselves in the corner of Jackson were those who resembled the zombies around him.
Michael Jackson was poison. If you don't believe me, ask Chris Tucker. Since co-starring in Jackson's "You Rock My World" video back in 2001, the only times we've seen Chris Tucker were in his contractually pre-determined recurring role in the Rush Hour series and his mug shot from a 2005 arrest.
Now that he's dead, everyone has a story to tell about their favorite Michael Jackson song and how much they're going to miss him and what a wonderful blah blah blah blah blah.
Give it a couple more months... it'll pass.
4. Kurt Cobain
Consider this a preemptive strike, as the Cobain remembrance celebration hasn't officially kicked off as of yet. But trust me, it will.
How do I know this? Simple - a movie is in the works. As of last reports (read: rumors) way back in March, Canadian Ryan Gosling was in the lead to play the suicidal singer of the band that begrudgingly brought grunge to the masses back at the start of the '90s.
If a movie does come out, expect the "I miss Kurt so much" madness to begin en masse, despite the fact that no one outside of my man Newt has held a conversation with me about him in close to five years. He's off the Pop Culture grid, but not for long...
3. Marilyn Monroe
Here are the facts: Marilyn Monroe was sexy, banged JFK and sang him that naughty version of Happy Birthday with his wife sitting next to him, easily one of the most awesomely awkward moments in the history of the world... if you're JFK.
Did you see me mention anywhere in their that she was a dynamite actress? Nope, because she wasn't, yet millions upon millions of young starlets talk about how they idolize Marilyn and want to follow in her footsteps.
You mean with the dying way too young and being immortalized by Elton John until he can re-record the song and cash in again when someone else of note dies?
If you want to be a great actress and pattern yourself after someone from that time, at least pick someone from that era with actual chops like Shelley Winters, she of the two Oscars and countless accolades.
Otherwise, you're simply picking the awesomely dead pretty girl that everyone adores for no reason other than everyone adores her. Seriously - do you think anyone born after 1980 can name three Marilyn Monroe movies?
2. Ray Charles
Hear me out: while his dead-cred is no longer riding high, the singer's death sparked a biopic that earned Jamie Foxx an Oscar and somehow, despite no one having mentioned the album all year prior to his passing, Charles' Genius Loves Company cleaned up at the Grammy Awards.
Rolling Stone Magazine listed him at #10 on the 100 Greatest Artists of All-Time. 10!
Sad that I know this off-hand, but the horribly bad joke in She's All That where the two popular artsy girls tell Rachel Leigh Cook's character that she should kill herself because her art will be appreciated more post-humously is kind of true...
Dying gets you fans!
1. Johnny Cash
With Ray at #2, you had to assume The Man in Black would be topping the charts.
For the ten years before Johnny Cash died, not once had I heard anyone my age mention their affinity for his music, including the hundreds of country music fans I grew up around in the horse racing business.
Hell, they needed an explanation when the champion horse one year was named "A Stud Named Sue" because they had no idea where it came from. That how little Johnny Cash had registered.
He started earning some cred with his remake of Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt," but shit took off when he stopped breathing.
Everyone was a massive Johnny Cash fan. Walk the Line won awards galore and people everywhere were singing Cash at karaoke, though it was almost always "Ring of Fire."
But now, time has passed and so has the adoration.
New celebrities are coming up dead every day, ready to become super popular again and reignite their fame from the grave.
Who will be next?
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Rundown: Cool Dead People
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Saturday, July 4, 2009
What's with the Ron Howard Cameo?
Like countless others, I'm kind of mesmerized by Jamie Foxx's "Blame It" and in watching the video recently, I have one question...
Ron Howard? Seriously?
I know you're a huge star Foxx and you can have pretty near anyone in your videos just by picking up the phone, but Opie? Really?
Watch the video; it's loaded with cameos including Jake Gyllenhall, Samuel L. Motherfuckin' Jackson, Forest Whitaker and Quincy Jones. While Jake G. doesn't necessarily fit, at least he's young and hip and the chicks dig him.
But Ron Howard?
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Most Meaningless Word in the World: Celebrity

To be a celebrity used to mean something. A certain status, a certain level of success, a little cache if you please. Celebrity meant you were a star, a somebody and recognizable figure that people wanted to see.
The word as lost all it's meaning though, and there is no better proof of that than "I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here!"
When the most "celebrity" contestants of your celebrity contestants are John Salley and Torrie Wilson, you've got issues and you can consider the word itself dead and buried. Let's look at the rest of the cast:
Sanjaya Malakar
Lou Diamond Phillips
Stephen Baldwin
Daniel Baldwin
Janice Dickinson
Frangela
Patricia Blagojevich
Holly Montag
The biggest celebrities that were on the show were that super-douche Spencer Pratt and his wife Heidi, but the jungle was too much for them, so they split. In their place, Heidi's sister Holly, someone I've never heard of in my life.
Same goes for Patricia Blagojevich. How does your husband trying to sell President Barack Obama's Illinois Senate seat make you a celebrity? Just because you're standing there when all the cameras are going off doesn't mean people are taking your picture. Sorry sweetie, you're background filler.
And don't even get me started on washed up actors that I used to enjoy. Stephen Baldwin was great in Threesome and The Usual Suspects, while Lou Diamond Phillips will always be Ritchie Valens to me, but neither has been relevant for years, not to mention Daniel Baldwin.
While I clearly wasn't around for them, I miss the old days, when movie stars were movie stars and celebrities actually did something to earn their place on pedestals and magazine covers. Now, all you've got to do is be a former supermodel or the longest lasting bad contestant in American Idol history and poof you're a celebrity.
Then again, you get the same treatment if you pop out eight kids too, whether they're all at once or two followed by six.
Celebrity (noun): anyone who has ever had 15 minutes of fame and been on the glossy pages of InTouch, Us Weekly or OK! Magazine. Talent not required.
Shoot me now ...
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Monday, May 18, 2009
God Bless Paris Hilton
Just when you think it's over, the heiress says something completely ridiculous that makes me laugh harder than I have in weeks.
In the soon-to-be-released documentary, "Paris, Not France," the socialite discusses her life and at one point (apparently) comes to the startling revelation that she'll never be able to be like the woman she grew up admiring, Princess Diana, because of her DUI arrest, sex tape and time in jail.
Yep, those are the only reasons.
I can't think of anything else that differentiates the two of you...
I mean, we all remember all the magazine layouts Diana did wearing next to nothing and the crappy catchphrases she tried to trademark.
And who can forget all the humanitarian efforts Paris has put forth over the years?
Diana comments aside, my favorite part of the trailer for the flick is when she talks about finding out her actual sex tape was online and everyone was laughing at her.
Yes, it's the most intimate thing you can do with another person. However, taping it can only lead to potential disaster, especially when you're a "celebrity" and especially when you're willing to go on camera spreading your legs for a notorious slimeball like Rick Solomon.
Awesome. Simply awesome.
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Dishonour Roll: Britney Spears
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Monday, August 4, 2008
How Much For Our Precious Family Memories?
D'you know what I love seeing as I'm standing in line at the grocery store, ready to have the lady with the haired lip and wonky eye look mysteriously at my produce purchases trying to decide what kind of apples I've bought (Royal Gala) and what the long cucumber-looking thingy in the bag is?
The thing in the bag is zucchini (for Sarah - I think it's nasty) and the thing I love is all the magazine covers shouting about Exclusive! First Photos of (Insert Celebrity Name Here) and their baby!
This week, of course, is the week of the newest members of the Brangelina Family, Vivienne and Knox, on the cover of a couple glossy-paged mags. But they are far from the first as anyone who has bought groceries in the last half-decade knows.
Everyone has been doing this as of late and I have to say that I think it is the most ridiculous thing in the entire world.
Now, the celebs themselves will cling to the "this way we have control and don't have to worry about the paparazzi" line, except we all know that is a load of crap. It's not like some money-hungry camera jockey isn't still going to follow Brad and Angie around everywhere they go, especially now that there are two new additions to the posse.
What they should really be saying - the celebrities - is something along the lines of, "Well, we figured since these rat bastard photographers are going to make a mint snapping pics of our kids, why shouldn't we too?"
Note: Brad and Angelina netted a cool $14M for these phots. Fourteen Million Dollars!
The other part of it that makes me cringe is that all you ever hear celebrities say about photoshoots is how they're never as glamourous as they end up looking: it's a lot of standing and posing and bending and twisting and getting the shot set up and blah blah blah blah blah.
If it's wholly unenjoyable for a grown-up, how awesome can it possibly be for a kid who only entered the world a handful of weeks ago?
Scariest thought of all: What's next?
Exclusive: OK! Magazine in the Delivery Room, complete with action shots!
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The Rundown: Celebrities in Playboy
Tennis "star" Ashley Harkleroad's Playboy pictorial hit newsstands yesterday.
Harkleroad is a US tennis player ranked somewhere between 50 and 100 in the world rankings - #61 to be exact - has won a grand total of zero WTA events in her career and is nowhere near the top of anyone's list of female tennis players who should be posing for Playboy.
In case you were wondering, that list is:
1. Ana Ivanovic (pictured)
2. Daniella Hantuchova
3. Maria Sharpova
4. Nicole Vaidisova
5. Jelena Dokic
Anywho, her being in Playboy got me thinking and not about which female athletes should dare to be bare in the pages of Playboy (Ivanovic, Sasha Cohen, Danica Patrick, Natalie Gulbis and Jennie Finch) but about which "celebrities" should have definitely kept the clothes on and let us never, ever see them naked.
Top Five Worst "Celebrity" Playboy Models
5. Deborah Gibson (March 2005)
Not that she was unattractive, but Deborah Gibson was Debbie Gibson to me and a million other kids who grew up in the 80's. She was Teen Pop Royalty long before the Britneys and Christinas came around and seeing her who-haas in Hef's mag just sullied the lasting image of crappy dance moves burned in my head from her Electric Youth video.
4. Shannon Doherty (March 1994 and December 2003)
Double points for Brenda for getting her naked ass in the pages of Playboy twice and nearly ten years apart at that too. But here's the thing: I guess some people find her attractive, kinda in the same way that some guys like Butch-looking chicks who can bench 650 at the gym and drink nothing but protein shakes. Personally, if I wanted to see that much pasty white skin, I wouldn't have to shell out for a magazine - I could just take off my shirt.
3. Carnie Wilson (August 2003)
This one is bad to me on a couple levels: One, regardless of what she looks like today, Carnie Wilson will always and forever be "The Fat One" from Wilson Phillips, the same way that Jerry O'Connell will always be "The Fat One" from Stand By Me. Actually, now he's "That goofy motherfucker that somehow managed to marry Rebecca Romijn," but whatever. The other reason I don't like this one is the message of "Hey, now that I had thousands of dollars of surgery after eating myself near death I'm proud of my body and want to show it off." You know, not stuffing yourself full of Ding Dongs in the first place would have worked too...
2. LaToya Jackson (A long, long time ago...)
She's related to Michael which instantly makes her creepy. Couple that with the fact that it's not Janet, it involved a snake if I remember correctly and she spent time extolling the virtues of The Psychic Friends Network and you have a trifecta of terrible.
1. Chyna / Joanie Lauer / Chyna Doll (November 2000 and January 2002)
Another double up, whatevershescallingherselfthesedays earns top spot for a number of reasons: (1) she's that Butch-type I mentioned earlier and that's a little creepy to begin with (in my books), (b) there were a whole host of hot chicks in the WWF/E at the time that I would have much rather seen naked (that came later though...) and furthermore she has a gigantic clitoris that looks like a little penis and seeing it scared me for life. Trust me - you want to take my advice on this one. Do not go looking for the pictures on the Internet. If you do, you only have yourself to blame.
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Monday, July 7, 2008
You Might Have Banged Madonna, So What?
There has been all kinds of coverage as of late about the possible affair between New York Yankees third baseman Alex Rodriguez and the Material Girl.
Earlier today, Alex's estranged wife Cynthia filed for divorce, citing the Madonna thing as the last straw.
My question to all of you is: Is banging Madonna really that big of an accomplishment?
See that picture to the left? The one with Madonna's exposed breast? Recognize that dude feeding her from behind?
It's Vanilla fucking Ice! Go White Boy, Go White Boy, Go indeed...
The truth of the matter is that while Madonna is a pretty damn fit fortysomething, she's seen more shaft than an elevator and should we ever be surprised when one celebrity cheats on their spouse with another celebrity?
And don't feel all that bad for Cynthia Rodriguez either; she's been getting consoled by Lenny Kravitz, though she failed to mention that in bashing her soon-to-be ex-husband.
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Wednesday, April 2, 2008
The Rundown: Beyond A Bad Idea

So, Kate Hudson and Owen Wilson are dating again. How cute?
There is even talk that Kate wants to get a place with "The Butterscotch Stallion" in New York. Can't blame her on that one - rent is a bitch!
But really, am I the only one who sees this a horrible, horrible idea? I'm no psychic but I can tell you right now that this ends badly. Not Owen back in the hospital because he's tried to kill himself again badly, but badly enough that someone needs to slap the two of them upside the head for thinking this could work out.
She's going in undoubtedly loaded with guilt - now that she's done humping the likes of Dax Sheppard and Owen isn't loco anymore - and wants to make the relationship work, but trust me, doing things because you're feeling guilty isn't a good starting point.
As for him, he gets what he has wanted all along. He wanted her when she was married to Jesus Impersonator Chris Robinson, he wanted her when they were together initially and he wanted her when she broke things off the first time. How is rewarding the guy with his track record and some serious dependency issues a good idea?
But this is Hollywood, man. These people are celebrities. This type of bad idea is a daily occurrence. Someone in Hollywood is having a horrible idea right now. There is nothing we can do to stop it. Or is there?
Top Five Bad Celebrity Ideas
5. "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days 2: Fool's Gold"
Just because a pairing catches lightning in a bottle once doesn't mean that it's sure to happen every time you put them opposite each other on the screen. And no, I didn't intentionally use Kate Hudson here, it's just the most recent example of Hollywood stupidity that came to mind.
4. Madonna's New Album... Produced By Timbaland
Listen, I'm a huge fan of Tim Mosley - have been from the jump with Aaliyah's second album - but his teaming up with JT and making the best album of the last five years (I said it!) doesn't mean that he can revive your aging career. Madge was great and is an icon. That being said, she needs to make like Ric Flair and hang'em up. Retire to the English countryside and work on her not failing marriage while raising her kids. No one needs a woman who turns 50 in the summer prancing around in a unitard trying to be hip. Think I'm being overly cruel to The Material Girl? Go back and listen to her rapping on American Life and get back to me, m'kay...
3. Katie Holmes' Haircut
Unless she is trying to look more like her husband, the short bob thing she has going on is absolutely awful. Yeah, I'm being a catty bitch today, I know. It's just one of those days...
2. A New Kids On The Block Reunion
A couple thoughts on this:
a) Making your first appearance together in years on the Today Show: Your former fans are all at work. Their mothers and grandmothers will be glad to TiVo the segment for them though.
b) At what point do you have to stop using the word kids in your name? I know they tried to grow up and switch to NKOTB, but that K still stands for kids. Seriously... you're all pushing 40!
c) No one really cares, so why bother... or are you all broke?
1. Being Dane Cook
It's been some time since I kicked the dumb bastard in the balls, so why not fire off another round of crotch shots today, seeing as a pair of Boston area DJ's have named Dumb Fuck Chuck the "Unfunniest Comic" on the face of the Earth? D'you know what makes it all okay though? Knowing that in a year or two, the rest of the world will catch on and Dane Cook will be on Surreal Life or some show full of washed up has-beens, longing for the days when frat boys and ditzy blonds thought he was funny.
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
One Down, Countless More to Go
I've got some sad news for all the celebriholics out there. What's a celebriholic you ask?
celebriholic (sell-eb-ra-hall-ick) - noun: a person who is addicted to the daily happenings in the lives of celebrities; devote followers and readers of Perez Hilton (pictured) and Us Weekly, to name but two.
You can cross PageSix.com off your list of daily Internet gossip stops because they've pulled the plug and I can't tell you how ecstatic that makes me.
Now, regardless of what their statement says, they pulled the plug because they're constantly getting their ass kicked by TMZ.com but still, one less piece of tabloid trash in the world is a victory for those of us who could care less about Britney, Paris, Nicole and the drama between Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt.
Speaking of Spencer, if I ever happen upon that douchebag in this lifetime or the next, he's getting a shot in the nuts for ruining our name. He's the most famous "Spencer" of this generation and he's making the rest of us look like tools. People hear Spencer, they think cheating dickwad and that ain't cool. We need another Spencer Tracy. I'd even settle for another Spenser for Hire.
Unfortunately, even with PageSix.com going the way of the dinosaur there are still waaaaay to many minds rotting on the celebrity gossip and nonsense that has become mainstream media fodder.
If we stop paying attention, they'll all fade into obscurity... and the world will be a better place.
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Don't We All Audition Spouses?
Last I remember, that was called dating and almost everybody does it.
Personally, paying for sex and companionship got boring - and expensive - so I quit doing that years ago and forayed back into the auditions.
First dates are interviews, subsequent dates, should you make it through the screening process are auditions. Am I the only one who knows this?
The longer you last in a relationship, the more auditioning you're doing. Think about it. You start off easy enough, getting through simple things like dinners and nights out with friends, then maybe step it up to meeting the parents and family. If things are still going swimmingly, you move in together. And d'you know what that is? A test run to see if the two of you could survive living together as if you were married. D'you know what another name for a test run is? An audition.
As we speak, I'm auditioning for the lead in The Sarah Cole Story. I think I got the part, but one slip up somewhere and she could be sending out a casting call.
We all audition spouses.
So how come everyone's favourite Scientologist and President of the Brooke Shields Fan Club Tom Cruise is catching so much grief?
For those with their fingers as far away from the pulse as possible, reports have once again surfaced - as they did years ago when Tom was jumping on couches first proclaiming his undying love for Kate - that the current Mrs. Cruise wasn't even on the Medal Podium when Tom originally began his search for a wife.
As it goes, the top three were current Mrs. Ben Affleck Jennifer Garner, Scarlett Johannson and Jessica Alba with Joey Potter sitting fourth. Jen had no interest in the part, nor did Jessica and Scarlett bolted once she got to the Hollywood Scientology Center, which left Tom down to the young girl who famously gushed about her childhood crush on Maverick the Last Samurai.
Now, I agree that you, me and nearly everyone else on the planet don't actually audition candidates for the role of husband or wife, but this is Tom Cruise people. He can't be expected to date like everyone else. He doesn't have time for that. Between trying to reach a higher level of enlightenment or whatever the hell the goal of Scientology is and getting his hair done, who has time for dating?
So he took the Hollywood route, literally. Katie came in, read for the part and Tom knew the minute he saw her tape that she was "The One." What a nice story to tell Suri one day...
"Mommy was actually Daddy's fourth choice, but the first three weren't crazy enough to take part is this little charade to conceal Daddy's homosexuality. So after I had her run some lines and consulted with my publicist, we decided Mommy was the right person for me to stand beside in pictures and pretend I love. Then our agent told us we should have a baby to make our relationship look even more real and nine months later, you were born. We named you Suri for the extra attention a unique name brings."
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Worth The Wait
A week has passed since the rest of Canada could scoop up Passion Magazine which means it has finally landed on the shores of dear, old Newfoundland. As you would expect, hitting Chapters was the lone objective of the day.
Thirty minutes after I dragged my lazy hindquarters out of bed, I was standing in Chapters, sucking back a Venti Cinnamon Dolce Latte, leafing through the January / February 2008 Issue of Passion Magazine.
I gotta say - it was worth the wait.
My piece is one of the five mentioned on the cover, adjacent to Natasha Bedingfield's hair-covered forehead and the Sarah Cole Studios photo me inside looks pretty solid, considering I was sporting a pair of basketball shorts on the lower half and the black backdrop is actually a blanket on our futon affectionately known as "The Stinky"...
Piece looks great - like the layout of the "Ready for a Rebound" section and the pictures Chris & Hammer secured are perfect.
Even more surprising is that I already one piece for the next ish written and ready for review - a profile on my man Jeff Woodrow and his incredible business venture The Joy T-Shirt Project. Check it out now and read about it in two months time...
Coincidentally, I put in my notice at The Block on The Rock yesterday, as I'll be heading into London a little early to set up shop and get established and am looking to this latest article as a jump-off point for turning my writing from a hobby that makes a little change on the side to the full-time job that makes a little change on the side.
Irons are in the fire and you're all in the loop. When something happens, you'll know about it.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007
The Rundown: Random Happenings
The past seven days has been a giant collection of completely random situations, from Sarah's need to have her appendix removed to our quickly put together revised travel itinerary. As such, there was nothing more fitting for today's Rundown...
Top Five Random Thoughts in My Mind
5. Somehow, Kevin Smith Hasn't Had a Heart Attack
He hasn't, or rather didn't because he stopped smoking and started eating much better than before. And it's a good thing, because I'm through about 30 pages of his latest book and Silent Bob and Co. rock the Griddle for breakfast nearly every day, with stops at Wendy's, Carl's Jr. and Mickey D's mixed in for variety.
4. When Am I Getting Sushi?
Before the whole appendix situation, I knew that there would be a bare minimum of two all-you-can-eat journeys, one in VanCity and one in TO. Now, post-op and with different arrival times, things are a little hazy. As it stands now, we're Googling sushi restaurants in and around London, as London proper doesn't believe in sushi restaurants. Suddenly, I'm a little less excited about moving there in May.
3. Strange Things Irritate Me
Like how soft cover books get that bend in the cover when you're reading them. I hate that. Newfoundland drivers, but I've covered that before. How stupid people stand in front of the viewing mirrors at the Sears Fitting Rooms. This is especially annoying because I'm not allowed beyond the doorway since I have testicles.... and I get funny looks for being there with Sarah and having opinions on her outfits.
2. Why Are Athletes Stupid?
And by stupid I mean why do they do stupid things that put their lives and the lives of people around them in jeopardy? In the wake of Jamaal Tinsley's latest incident and the recent death of Sean Taylor, you would think athletes would be taking a second look at their lifestyles and choices, but sadly, I don't think that will happen... read more of my views on this topic here or see what Jemele Hill at ESPN has to say or the fine folks at The Starting Five.
Note: Yes, I'm in 100% agreement with Jemele Hill here, which is a departure from normal. Maybe I was too quick to judge last week...
1. What Has Happened to Society?
Broad strokes, I know, but I long for the halcyon days of my childhood. Reality TV and things like TMZ.com and Perez Hilton hadn't turned the average people into gossip crazy celebriholics*, athletes weren't going to jail for dog fighting, nightclub brawls or trying to hire a hitman to kill their agent and gas cost 49 cents a litre. Sure those days had their problems too, but it wasn't like this. The question that scares me most is what's next?
* celebriholics: those who are obsessed with the lives and travails of celebrities, especially scandals. This is my word and I hereby claim it in the name of ESKimo Enterprises...
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