The Actress (which I'm going to call her from now on, though she'd probably prefer "Actor") is name-checked on Defamer this week:

• kate moennig from the l word at the silver spoon in weho. 2/11 looking exactly like she does on tv, same wardrobe and everything. she was eating with three ladies, one of whom had a very cute baby.

Nothing at all to say ( Read more... )

Commented on Hothouse:

I, too, would have watched the crucial scene four times, but a houseguest arrived at three and a half-and seemed strangely uninterested in sharing the bliss of Shane’s finally getting a chance to be Shane again. Every time I open a paper or a magazine these days, I wonder why it’s not all about Kate Moennig."This is the ( Read more... )

With apologies to the Weekly Dig.

After gentle prodding by M., an overview of the month during which I stood in a convenience store turning a copy of the Times in my hands and wondering, "Do I really want this much news?"

JT LeRoy: As well as illiterate, imaginary. Took up a slot on Bloomsbury's list that should have gone to a real writer-I ( Read more... )

One of the "L Word" premiere parties is:

• In my town;
• In my neighborhood;
• Almost within spitting distance of my house;
• Scheduled for seven o'clock in the evening.

Because, as I posted on the fan group, I do so hate to stir out-of-doors on a winter (or any) night, even for Shane. Whom I keep staring at in the full-page ad, as if she might move or ( Read more... )

Eleven words I never thought I'd say:

"Did you look for the Christmas stockings in the butler's pantry?"

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In other news, and as a corrective to the season, Secret Agent Cathy presents Allan Sherman's "Sir Greenbaum's Madrigal."

(Sweetly sung to the tune of "Greensleeves.")In Sherwood Forest there dwelt a knight ( Read more... )

I daresay it will shock regular readers of this diary (there are three, including Swamp Rat when I remind her) to learn that I'm profoundly obsessed with US Magazine. Basically, I feel that I and the editors of US are in a little conspiracy together. It's a big conspiracy, actually. We're conspiring to uphold the idea that US gives me just a ( Read more... )

L. gave me an OK! magazine that her nieces were finished with. This is the new (three-month-old) US version of the venerable British celebrity weekly. I wanted to peruse the masthead to see whether it's run from England, but the nieces had torn it out-I think there was a recipe on the other side.

It would take a greater mind than mine (a gawker ( Read more... )

Check it out! Some genius of a bilingual Frenchwoman has thrilled me by posting transcripts of "The L Word" in French. I love this woman. (I know she's a woman 'cause she writes "Je suis tombée . . .") She knows Katherine Moennig and sends her questions from readers of the site every two weeks, then translates the answers into French and posts ( Read more... )

Sept. 3, "The Constant Gardener": Ralph Fiennes is delicious. Crisply, yet hauntedly British as he murmurs, when informed that his wife was a notorious adulterer, "So people are pleased to tell me."

Sept. 24, "A History of Violence": Reviewed above (that is to say, below). Bello much too skinny, Wm. Hurt marvellous.

Oct. 8, "Serenity": It ( Read more... )

Having spent two days with a wicked L-Word hangover, and having finished up watching the paltry extras last night at two in the morning, I am now prepared to blog "The L Word Complete Second Season." Actually, you can't do better than to read Hothouse's open letter to Ilene Chaiken, which covers most of the points and makes most of the demands I ( Read more... )