Bald international treasure, Sir Patrick Stewart, and his wife Sunny Ozell became foster parents to a pit bull named Ginger last week. Since then, Sir Pat has been posting videos and pictures on Twitter and Instagram of his time with Ginger. And lately, his videos are the only things that can warm the icicles covering the frost-bitten pile of rotten ground meat I call a heart. Sir Patrick tags the ASPCA and uses the hashtag #AdoptDontShop every time he tweets about Ginger, so he’s really doing the lord’s work by promoting dog adoption. Although, try to tell that to Sir Ian McKellen who is probably sobbing in a corner alone over being replaced by Ginger the Pibble!
Sir Pat tweeted a video of himself trying to get Ginger to swim, but she was more interested in drinking pool water from his bald head.
— Patrick Stewart (@SirPatStew) March 9, 2017
He’s tweeted other videos that lead me to believe that this is going to be a foster fail situation that will end with Sir Patrick Stewart adopting Ginger. But if that doesn’t happen and he tweets a video of sadness covering Ginger’s face as he sends her off to another family, my heart will freeze over again. It’d be my Emily Blunt in The Huntsman: Winter’s War moment.
It has been way too long since we’ve been blessed with Pamela Anderson’s profound poetry. She’s back and the good news is she’s still got it. The bad news is, it gets a little awkward due to the fact that her subject this time around is Julian Assange.
There’s been a lot of talk about how Emma Watson turned down the Emma Stone role in La La Land to do the live-action Beauty and the Beast. Emma said that scheduling conflicts kept her from doing La La Land, but now we know the real reason why she didn’t do it. If Ryan Gosling’s character was a buff buffalo who got lipstick dick every time he danced close to her, she’d definitely be the one wearing the yellow dress and singing that City of Stars shit.
When we last left Kesha vs. Dr. Luke, she had dropped her remaining abuse claims against him. But Dr. Luke wasn’t done. In September, Dr. Luke filed another defamation lawsuit against Kesha’s mama Pebe Sebert. Billboard says that Dr. Luke is now trying to drag one of Kesha’s fans into it. On Friday, a court document was released showing that Dr. Luke – a guy who I’m starting to think was made in a Disney villain factory – had requested to subpoena a person named Michael Eisele.
It really is the era of multiples! (I’m talking about babies and sadly not talking about the return of Sandra Garratt’s Multiples clothing line.) Pharrell Williams’ wife had triplets, Madonna adopted twins, Beyonce and Amal Clooney are both having twins, and now The Sun is saying that a leased baby oven is carrying Cristiano Ronaldo’s twin boys. Congratulations to the makers of the ab roller for newborns, tanning oil for babies and brow waxing kits for kids, because they are about to get two more loyal clients.
Las Vegas illusionist Criss Angel blacked out on Friday night, but unlike most black outs that happen in Las Vegas, this one wasn’t caused by drinking too many of those bong-sized alcohol slushies. The man who looks like an Ed Hardy-ized version of Ralph Macchio had to abruptly end his Mindfreak Live! show at the Luxor Hotel after a stunt went wrong.
TMZ says it happened while 49-year-old Criss attempted to perform an act that involved him trying to escape from a straitjacket while hanging upside down from his feet. After about two minutes of awkwardly spinning and struggling, Criss couldn’t get out of the straitjacket and he lost consciousness. He was lowered to the stage as the curtain closed, and the 90-minute show was over after only 10 minutes. Once Criss was freed from the straitjacket from Hell, he was rushed to the ER at a nearby hospital.
Criss was alright and left the hospital the same night just before 10pm. The next night he was back performing again, and successfully performed the straitjacket stunt.
Criss spoke to ABC News about the ordeal and said that it wasn’t a publicity stunt. He added that it’s all part of the job, and said the ole’ “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
I like the kind of magic where someone pulls a quarter from behind my ear or pretends to steal my nose, not the kind where a guy almost dies after getting stuck in a straitjacket. That’s not magic to me! I’ve seen that kind of “magic” plenty of times in the mirror of a change room while I struggle to get out of a too-tight shirt.