Sean Hayes - Taller than I thought!

I always assumed he was little, around my size, 5'10 tops. But no, he was quite tall, taller than Trainer Pete (a big boy himself) who introduced me to Sean on Saturday morning at Gold's. He was quite pasty white too, but still more attractive in person than on the telly (I must confess however, I did have a thing for him years ago in Billy's Hollywood Screen Kiss).

Normally Sean works out with Little Pete, Pete's ex, but, for whatever reason, not this Saturday. After the introduction pleasentaries and discussion of my recent move to LA, my accent, etc., the conversation went thus:

Matt: By the way, I love your show.

Sean: Oh! Thank you!

Matt: No. Not that one, the other one, Situation:Comedy.

Sean: The one watched by 12 people.

Matt: Yeah, that one.

Sean: [Laughs, very un-Jack like]

We both fade into the depths of the gym.

A very pleasant conversation. He seemed very nice, and later, when we both met up at the water fountain, he asked me how things were going (with my workout), which I thought was pretty damn impressive. I was pretty thrilled! So Sean, if you ever need someone to spot you a few reps, I'm there for you buddy!!!

Sunset Junction

Silverlake is the antithesis of West Hollywood... sort of... maybe...

In DC terms, it's pretty much an amalgamation of Capitol Hill and Adams Morgan, only less ethnic, with heavy leather & bear influences. Before I got here I was told I totally fit into the WeHo scene, since being here people have said that I am not quite WeHo enough and have more of a Silverlake edge. I'm a tad confused by all this labeling, so for the moment I go along with whatever they say. It's quite possibly an Abbey vs. Faultine thing, so until I've been to the latter, my verdict is still out.











Back to this weekend and Sunset Junction, the annual Silverlake street festival. It's your typical booze, food and local vendors lining the streets with throngs of people in various states of undress and/or drunkenness. Three music stages with bands I'd never heard of (though apparently some were big names), and a selection of fairground rides dating back to, and actually made in, the 70s.

We went earlyish Saturday afternoon, meeting up with fellow ex-DC soul, Mikey (we'd both lived there for 12 years, only met once - which I don't remember - and knew NO ONE in common), and a couple of his friends, Chad and Philip (hysterical, knew bunches of people in DC, after a few beers he seemed vaguely familiar, maybe I too had met him cracked out at Nation?).

We wondered the streets, slurping frozen margaritas dosed with extra shots that the chick behind the counter handed us in syringes (for a bigger tip). We checked out Rough Trade (with it's leather strap-ons, mesh shirts and forceps). We ate chicken-on-a-stick and hot dogs. Pointed out hot boys with their shirts off (I really must get a digital camera). Had a tipple at some straight bar (which the gays slowly took over as the afternoon progressed). Rode some rides (Philip hated me for a moment or two, I forgave him, it did feel like we gonna die). One of the carnies was probably the dirtiest man alive, the other a terrorist who banned Chad and Philip from The Hustler because they were bopping in places they shouldn't bop. We all jigged to some DJ, ate at some Mexican place, and then called it a night (yes, bloody work again at 8am Sunday morning).

It was probably the best time I've ever had at one of these festival things... must have been the company!

CELEBFLASH: 3 Times in One Day?

Yes, it was almost too much for me to handle.

I saw John Kesler three times in one day.

And I got introduced to him again (naturally he didn't remember me from the previous time, why would he?). Not only is he a personal trainer and a fitness model, but he can build kitchen cabinets (from scratch). Will this man's talents never end?

I have heard tell of a dark side however. Rumor has it he has a tattoo of a swastika over his (hot) ass and (treetrunk like) upper thigh. Is it actually just one of those nivana symbols (the backwards swastika)? My sources are looking into this as you read.

Here are some other recent celeb sightings...

Tia Carrera, pregnant and looking absolutely radiant. We were worried however that she looked like she her waters were going to break and she was going drop the sprog right then and there.

Nia Vardalos, do your relatives always make you buy something so they don't have to use the public restrooms like everyone else? You did look good though, unlike...


Elizabeth Berkley, what happened? You missed out on Saved By The Bell: The College Years. You flaunted it all to no avail in Showgirls. And then you floundered in Woody's Jade Scorpion. But what the hell has happened to your face?

The kid from Nip/Tuck, the one who's actually Christian's son and who was messing about with one of my stalkers. Doesn't he look like some weird spawn of Michael Jackson?

BNRS: At Long Last, My Review

Mike Adamle does it again!

From 1989 to 1997 Mike hosted American Gladiators (a cheese-filled classic, though the UK version took the campiness to a whole new level) bringing such legendary muscle-bound stars as Laser (right - he's just so hot!), Nitro and Zap to our screens. This time (not so ably) abetted by Omarosa, Trishelle and that tall Bachelor Guy, Mike does what Mike does best. He takes the camp factor to new heights with his oh-so-earnest commentary of the trials and tribulations of this new breed of network stars.

BNRS: It's Corel vs. The Miz. Big Brothers' Dr. Will vs. Gay Will. Hatch vs. Hawk. A Millionaire vs. numerous Average and Schmo Joes. And a Showbiz dad called Duncan "The Nut" Nutter!

Of the 32 contestants, there are several Season 2 Apprentice "stars" (but really, what else are they gonna do) and a good smattering from The Amazing Race, The Real World and Survivor, among others. There were only two I didn't recognize (I never did watch Next Top Model, what can I say?).

Corel proudly shows off her "friends"; Hatch schemes; The Miz gets shirtless and pumped up; Jonathan screams at Victoria; Charla proves that Little People have heart; and Rachel Love Fraiser protects all her newly constructed assets. Oh, and they all scream at, or cheer for, one another depending on the amount of alcohol or pain meds consumed.

I never saw the original show (no, not all American shows make it across the Pond, we had It's a Knockout instead). Apparently the competitions are similar, the outfits and styles a little more current, but it's the bitchin' and moanin' and the way these people makes total asses of themselves, that's what we really tune in for anyway. Then, naturally, this being Reality TV, there's the shocking elimination, which really amps up the catfights and infighting! And, of course, makes for good television as these stars all want their second 15 minutes of fame!

I remember the days when Bravo was a highbrow arts channel (which few watched). Now it's owned by NBC, and Celebrity Poker Showdown or those Queer Eye boys are ALWAYS on. I watch. It's certainly better than The History Channel!

In conclusion, I'll leave you with these thoughts: Is this really Reality TV at it's best and brightest? Or trashy and tackiest? Or is NBC simply milking these poor schmos for the longest 15 minutes they can get?

BTW I have the show Season Passed on my TiVo. I love it!

(Yes, Tos, I know... you're totally baffled by all this! GET BLOODY CABLE!!!)

CELEBFLASH: An Overdue Update

I know, I know, you all think I'm getting sick and tired of all this celeb sightings, especially as we enter these dog days of summer - you all would be very wrong however, the celebs keep coming fast and furious, I just haven't had a chance to update you'all...

Theo Whatever-His-Name-Is, formerly of Road Rules 9, currently of Battle of the Network Reality Stars.



Road Rules 10: The Quest's Blair. Didn't he host the Inferno 2's online chats?




America Ferrera, the large latina who made a name for herself first in 2002's Real Women Have Curves and just recently in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.


Parminder Nagra, the Indian girl from ER and Bend It Like Beckham! Yes, she skipped across the Pond just like me.



Donna Martin's dad, no not Aaron Spelling, Michael Durrell the guy who played Dr. Martin on 90210. He was also in one of the greatest mini-series of all time, V.


Adam Brody, wisecracking Chrismukah-creating Seth Cohen from The O.C. He was just a little too thin in person!



Trainer Bobby! That's correct! Kathy Griffin's own personal trainer. We chit chatted at Gold's the other week. He asked me not to post his pic, he wants to keep the mobbing crowds to a minimum.

And last, but definitely not least, Corbin Bernsen. One of the people influential for my move to the United States. You see, back in the day I was an LA Law devotee. I thought the show represented everything that the US had to offer to us young bewildered immigrants: expensive suits, convertibles, hot women (yes, that really was a long long time ago) and flashy successes.

I wanted so badly to say something to Corbin, but he was having dinner with his son and I didn't want to interrupt, so, I just refilled his iced tea something like 5 times and let him be. I really should have at least given him a free brownie!

Peter Paige is Everywhere...

Or so it seems...

Ever since I first saw him in person at the Outfest screening of his directorial debut Say Uncle, he's become my new Famke Janssen-esq stalker. He seemed nice and approachable that first night, but I suppose he had to be since he was hawking his film. We didn't talk to him however, because I came over all embarrassed and just didn't know what to say. The next day I saw him at the gym, I smiled, and he sneered back. Since then I've pretty much seen him every time I go to the gym (including when I went at primetime last week) and he just gives he dirty looks. He was even at The Factory on Saturday night signing some QAF cds or something (it was some QAF Babylon themed night) .

BTW, thank you WeHo Mark and co. for a fabulous first "big night out" in West Hollywood. Lots of shirtless boyz were danced with or ogled or both, and although I had to work at 8am the next morning, the pain all the next day was all well worth it.

It's now Tuesday, and so far no blues (though I did sniffle a bit when Ethel passed on Eastenders yesterday - but I really don't think that counts, it was very emotional!!!).

All Work and No Play...

I feel like this working business is seriously getting in the way of my blogging duties. I barely have time anymore to walk the dog and get a serious workout in (plus a little cardio), and I don't have to get there most days until 4pm.

While struggling to keep on my busy busy schedule today, I rushed my back shave, slicing off copious amounts of skin with my Gillette (which may be "the best a man can get", but really, who actually looks like those guys in the commercials? Oh that's right, certain boys at my gym! By the way Golds: Hollywood is much prettier during the day than at "primetime"). Yes, it's true, I do attempt to shave my own back. I get most of it, have a little trouble with the bit in the middle, but that's not much of a concern anyway. It's the top (below the neck) and lower areas I have to worry about. Maybe one day I'll laser it off. Maybe I'll grow more proud of my back hair like I did that on my chest. OK, so that's pushing it... the laser it will be... someday... maybe...

Today was "Lunch with Cary Day". So, it was off to Venice and The Firehouse for our weekly chit-chat over a great egg white omelet and some pancakes (don't get the buckwheat ones). Cue a picture of some hot guy:

Unfortunately the guy above, Mike, wasn't there (though I have seen him before). There was only one short pseudo hottie there (but he's no one I would be able to find a pic of).

To commiserate my not seeing any muscle boyz I made a quick, but successful, Toys 'R' Us run and then headed home to get primped for work.

And that's it. That's my day. No celeb sightings. Nothing above a B- at the restuarant. And I ate our version of an oreo (the Farmeo, think 5 times as big and much much more calorific), so I felt fat for most of the evening.

I think I need some TV!

BNRS: The Wait is Over!

Yes, today is the day!!!

The day we've all been waiting for, as Bravo premieres it's sure to be classic Battle of the Network Reality Stars tonight at 9pm e/p.

My TiVo is set and raring to go (I have to work - bugger!)

Here are a couple of reality show side notes in the meantime:

Thank you Emily for sending over this link to Survivor: Palau's Jeff Wilson in his skivies. He was voted off early last season (he took one for the tribe) after he hurt his ankle. Here is a pic...


Don't we all wish he'd stayed around longer!

And as for Big Brother 6 this week. Yes, Kaysar is a bloody dumbass and Jennifer is a lying bitch. But to find out more of the juicy details that CBS probably won't show us, take a look a Reality Blurred. Here are some snipets:

Howie [to April]: "[You're] an emotional shithead fucking player!"
April [about Howie]: "It's almost worth it to slap him in the face or kick him in the nuts; worst case is I go home."

and...

April: "At least I don't have to suck cock to get by in life!"
Janelle: "Sure you do, you suck off your husband!!"

A Pup at the Beach!

A well recovered pup at the beach! All he needs now is his balls removed and he's perfect!

BNRS: Only 5 Days More

Joe Millionaire's Evan Marriott is another "star" of Bravo's Battle of the Network Reality Stars. Although I'll admit he looks sorta hot in this pic, I always prefered Season 2 cowboy stud David Smith (unfortuantly he's not in the new show).

Again, set those TiVos: Wednesday, August 17 @ 9/8c.

CelebFlash quickies: Real World - Las Vegas, Kill Reality and sometime hot tub enthusiasts Trishelle Cannatella and Steven Hill. Trishelle was getting a non-fat-extra-whip-blended at the restuarant. Steven bartends at local gay bar Fubar (The DC equivalent would be Omega).

Wanted: PA

Kathy Griffin! Thank you!

After watching Kathy's new reality show on Bravo, and the tyreless way she power-walks up and down Runyon Canyon (not unlike WeHo Mark), I realized that to succed in this town I desperetely need a Personal Assistant. My own Jessica, a helping-hand, general dog's body and sometime puppy poop scooper. Naturally, my future PA should fit seamlessly into my exhausting routine, as such the Craig's List posting will include the following:

• No taller than 5'11" (I don't want to appear excessively short and he must fit in my MINI)
• Between 185 and 225 lbs (all muscle), with several Personal Training certifications under his 32" belt (that way he fulfills 2 much needed rolls - as Kathy showed us, D-Listers always spend wisely and get as much free crap as possible)
• An indept knowledge of the Buffy and Star Wars universes (and the whereabouts of all local Toys R Us stores)
• Prior experiance at Extreme Blendz
• Superior spelling (If he's best friends with Tori, that's a big plus!)
• No pretty boyz need apply (I don't want Tom or Rupert steeling him)

If you know of any suitable candidates, especially if they look anything like this...

Please send them in my direction!

(Salary is based on experience! References required!)

BNRS: 9 Days and Counting

That's right it's The Swan Queen Rachel Love Fraiser on Battle of the Network Reality Stars... Premiering on Bravo in only 9 days!

Set those TiVos!

(Yeah, yeah... I know no one watches network/reality/trash TV out there. You're all "I only watch Discovery Health, The History Channel and a couple of shows on BBC America" - WHATEVER!)

Is that you Judy Tremont?

You just wouldn't believe it unless it was true! The gays are straight, the straights are gay and I work not only with CSI's resident secretary, Judy Tremont, but the woman from the Hoover WindTunnel commercial, the one that makes fun of Dyson.

Vic, who plays Judy, is this super spunky actress who doesn't mind me quizzing her in depth about this whole acting malarky, how she got in to the biz, and the value of the classes that all actors go to (it's the equivalent of going to the gym for us gay boys).

Lilas, the WindTunnel woman (she's the one who says "My vacuum's a WindTunnel and it cleans better than Dyson"), has been on House, 24 and is staring in Alien Siege, some Sci-Fi Channel movie that's on this Saturday, August 13 (7pm c/p). She herself admits it's super cheesy schlock horror, but she did get to work with Apollo Creed!

But back to straights and gays thing. My gaydar is kaput! I'm not picking up on anyone correctly these days. These LA boys are all so metrosexual it's impossible to tell who is what, and which way they swing (or don't as it may be). I thought it was just an "at the gym" problem, but it's now happening all over the city. I'll be convinced that The Abbey is full of good ol' beer swilling jocks next. If there's a Britsh equivalent of "Oy Vey!" then I'm feeling it!

CelebFlash: My second Blowout stylist: Jason had brunch with another gentleman at the restaurant the other day. Now surely he's gay?

R.I.P. Mr Jennings

Peter Jennings died of lung cancer today. He was only 67. He was my favorite of the "Big Three" anchormen (probably because he was actually Canadian). He was the one I watched September 11th. I always prefered his understated, less sensationlistic approach during big events like the presidential elections, and if I watched the nightly news, I'd choose to watch him on ABC.

He is survived by his wife, Kayce Freed, his two children, Elizabeth, 25, and Christopher, 23, and his sister, Sarah Jennings.

http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=1015438

The Perfect Gift

I know you all want these as much as I do - and yes, I've already preordered mine!

Just click over to Entertainment Earth for more details on how to get your own set of barely seen Astromech Droids from the Star Wars universe.



With employment comes purchasing power!!!

It's Official... I'm Employeed

I may have mentioned something about having a couple of interviews last week. Well, I got the job! I am now working as a (catering) manager for The Farm of Beverly Hills at The Grove (which is this fabulous "lifestyle center" right next to The Farmer's Market at 3rd and Fairfax - for those who don't know LA). I think this will be a great opportunity. The Farm is well respected, has amazing brownies, and the owners are really trying to develop the catering side of the business (which is partly why I was added to the team). It's going to be one of those "it is what I make of it" type of jobs, but I think there is good potential here (of course, only time will really tell - check back in a few months). THANK YOU Shelley Kissel!

The place is also going to be good celeb sighting hangout. Although I did miss Jon Stewart today, David Marciano (the guy who was not the mountie in Due South) had lunch at the restuarant today, while Minnie Driver (and her band) performed for the Grove's Wednesday night concert series just this week (by the way people at NBC, I have the perfect idea for a Minnie sitcom - I'll be solving your sitcom woes in an instant, send me an email!) .

Stay tuned for more CelebFlashes!

Let the Countdown Begin!

Battle of the Network Reality Stars premieres in only 14 days on Bravo.

Set your TiVos!

Bad Puppy!

So it was a bit of a traumatic Sunday. Bentley, my pup, had been hacking and dry heaving since Friday night. We thought it was just something he swallowed and would come out eventually, one end or the other. He seemed himself otherwise.

At his Sunday morning puppy training class in West Hollywood Park, he didn't want his treats, and wouldn't pay attention. As the day went on he got more and more lethergic, and by mid afternoon, having started to puke everything up, he had to go to the emergency vet center. They pretty much disgonosed him straight away as having pneumonia: he was dehydrated, needed oxygen and 4 of his 6 lungs compartments were full of liquid. This all required him staying over night and then being transfered to another 24-hour clinic in the morning.

Now I know these vets prepare you for the worst, but I wish they wouldn't. I know they want to be thorough and get to the root of the problem, but with all the involved tests and wotnot, it's not cheap. It's worth it in the end when they get better, but it really isn't cheap! We just heard that he's doing much much better, and could possibly be home tomorrow night if he continues to improve. It looks like it is just pneumonia, bought on, most likely, by exposure to Kennel Cough.

Now here is where I get annoyed! When we recently took him to the vet for his first Californian check up and required shots, the STUPID vet was more concerned that he get the anti-rattlesnake shot and not the one which prevented Kennel Cough (we weren't intending to kennel him you see, but might, once in a blue moon, go up to the mountains).

In this land of Bob Barker, very few people seem to spay and neuter their pets. They don't get them properly vaccinated. They don't pick up after them. They let them hump to their hearts content. And yet, they are so over protective, it's ridiculous. You should see they way some people molly-coddle and pamper these yappy, spoilt, untrained dogs. It's a real shame!