My favorite East Village Boi Mario Vazquez has dropped out of American Idol citing "personal reasons." I, personally, wanted the Opaline-going New York native to win this puppy for all his twink friends back home.
Scott Nevins best jump on it and get Mario's ass at therapy to get the real deal out of him on his weekly talk show. Mayhaps have him sing a song or two...or six.
This weekend, my debit card number was stolen and used at Banana Republic and Victoria's Secret wiping me out of $1,600. By having my number stolen I mean that the person(s) took my number and made up a new card with a different name. I have no idea how they got my number (either on the internet or by someone at any retail store/restaurant where the card has been used), but I'm feelin' real scared to get another one in fear that this will happen again.
UPDATE: How strange is it that this popped up on my MSN homepage today?
Two good reasons to watch HBO on Sunday nights: Deadwood and Carnivale. I am hooked like a Whitney to crack. Yes...that hooked.
Both shows are well written, beautifully filmed, and brilliantly acted. I mean, where else can you you see a "carnie" get tarred and feathered while his cooch dancin' wife is forced to watch, or a drunk Calamity Jane sit up for a stagecoach passing by to scream "Cocksuckers!" then pass back out -- all while on the back of her horse? Not on ABC, I'll tell ya that.