Even though I wasn't born when Shaft was first released, the film became legendary among all generations due to the ingrained sound of the Theme from Shaft that Isaac Hayes graced us all with.
First Bernie. Now Isaac. Two greats. Greatly missed.
I don't know who is worse off, me for being deprived of summer camp as a child or Tatum O'Neil for getting arrested for crack.
I was so saddened to hear about the death of the too-young, Heath Ledger. I feel sorry for him and I feel sorry for the people who live at 421 Broome Street where Ledger lay dead. I live uptown and a dozen subway stops from where he lived, but I keep hearing stories of the growing crowd parked in front of his building, gawking at the site of an imagined suicide. I say imagined because who am I to make any claims on what his intentions were. Its just nauseates me at the media circus that once again is in town. And parked in front of a dead man's door.
Idiotic Sound bite of the Day:
"He's got more money than God. Why would he kill himself?"
My response: Money helps, moron, but its never been the answer to happiness.
Their comment: "How can anyone take that many pills by accident...pleease."
My response: It's called Narcotics Anonymous, asshole.
I know addiction. Not from personal experience but from friends that have been beaten to the ground by their evil vices. Most of them have come up for air and can now function with their disease but there are a few that have left me speechless.
A girlfriend of mine, in particular.
We have been friends for over a decade, and over the years her pill addiction has enslaved her to a life of staying in doors with the inability to function in society. First their your friend and then your acquaintance until they become a stranger and they no longer remember you or the importance of why you were in their life because their true love now is the addiction. First and foremost.
I've seen my friend go into rehab, that has never worked since she always split. I have been a pillar of support, and in exchange, I have been repeatedly let down. Not that I have any expectations but they become so unreliable. So incognito. Their a no-show.
This past Christmas, I finally had to end my friendship. I love her. I miss her dearly but her addiction was bringing me down. Until she hits rock bottom and can truly face her demons and seek true recovery, I'll rekindle our friendship. For now, I'll kindly keep my distance.
Clean up, girl.
This in from The New York Post...
According to www.alcoholalert.com, there
were 16,885 alcohol-related
fatalities in
2005 (most current stats).
The 16,885 fatalities in alcohol-related crashes during 2005 represent an average
of one alcohol-related fatality every 31 minutes.
With Lindsay Lohan on the road? Every 3 minutes.
Would somebody smack that Freckle-faced Alchie's smile off her face! Liquored-Up Lindsay won't be smiling when she kills a family of four on their way to Wally World.
The Inebriated Idiot boasts her alcohol monitor ankle bracelet like its a F*uckin Disney Charm Bracelet.
Go stick a butter knife in a toaster, Lindsay.
Most us remember her as Tammy Faye Bakker. Or just plain Tammy Faye.
The televangelist once married to the crooked pervert and financial cheat, Jim Bakker, who was involved in a sex scandal with the very memorable Jessica Hahn. Jessica Hahn, the first woman who ever used her breast implants as flotation device.
It was announced by her family today that Tammy Faye unfortunately lost her battle to Cancer. Tammy Faye. The woman who was so easily identified by her mascara covered eyes. The woman who will be forever immortalized on SNL by the very funny Jan Hooks.
When I think of Tammy Faye Bakker, I think of the time that I played a hooker on the Christian Broadcasting Network. It was in the eighties, the same exact time Tammy was a super celebrity. That's right. I played a hooker turned undercover cop. It was for a television show whose name I cannot recall and we shot on the streets of the "old Times Square"before it became Disneyfied. I was in my early twenties and I thought I hit celebrity status when the camera was rolling on eighth Avenue with 80 or so people watching us film. Boy, was I wrong. I was hookered-up in white leather, fishnets and heels. I had to "come on" and then hand cuff a good Nigerian Christian and then haul him off in a police car.
A month later I was flown to Virgina Beach to loop some sound for the show where I almost pledged into becoming a born again. That's a whole other blog entry!
If I could dig up the video of me as the do-gooder-hooker at my parent's house, I swear I will post it. In the meantime, here's Jan Hooks in an SNL sketch. I had no luck finding her playing the Tammy Faye character but this is just as memorable.
I had the unfortunate event of attending a BBQ in Long Island. Long Island, famous for its duck, ice teas and as The Post quoted, “Long Island’s Two Biggest Losers; Amy Fisher and Joey Buttafuoco”. Amy Fisher was the sixteen-year old slut that shot her lover’s wife in the face with a pistol. The victim, Mary Jo Buttafuoco, miraculously survived and Amy spent a short seven years in prison. Joey moved to Hollywood to pursue his acting career. Only Hollywood would keep asleazy guy like that working! lick on Hollywood and you'll see his IMDB profile. Maybe we’ll see Bin Laden auditioning for a Disney boat cruise soon.
I intended to blog about the awful eco-unfriendly group of L.I. burbanites at the BBQ but a criminal’s tell-all book is far more exciting than a group of pigs roasting pork.
I hate the media and the press. We’ve seen more Yellow Journalism in our lifetime since the Spanish-American war. Oh, and when I say Spanish-American war, I’m not implying the illegal status of the 12 million Mexicans. No, I’m referring to the war of 1898.
But what I despise most about the media are these publicized tell-all books that criminals make money off of; O-Jay, Lyle Menendez, and now Amy Fisher to name just a few. Here’s Amy’s Book:
Now, I would never waste my time reading such dribble but Amy excuses herself of her actions because of her claimed “sexual abuse”.
Tell me, Amy, if this nondescript “family member” molested you, and you can get your hands on a loaded pistol, why didn’t you shoot him? Why not kill the rapist instead of trying to kill an innocent woman?? I’m sorry, Amy, but your image with always be painted with the ugliest of colors. You can write about all the rainbow-colored skies and lucky charms in your life as a mother now, but we’ll always see you as the Dirty Little Lolita from Long Island who’s rotten at the core.
Statistics show that one out of every two New Yorkers has been on Criminal Intent. I, being one of the two, have also sat alongside Vincent D’Onofrio. Mine was in a seedy hotel room. But rubbing elbows with D’Onofrio is no different that rubbing elbows with a bike messenger at a red light.
But they seem to think otherwise in Germany. And I’m not surprised. German’s can’t be that bright if they don’t laugh at Seinfeld. I received an email from a 17 year old German girl. This is what it said:
Hello Kali.
How are you? Hope you fine. I just came your channel becaue of your performence in Criminal intent (which was very good!). I'm seventeen year old student from Germany, plan to move to LA to become actress (Hollywood and dream America...),. I hope you could maybe give me one or two advices since you seem to be really professional. hope i didn't disturb you, have nice day
Valda (more) (less).
First of all, I have to say that I love Valda’s use of punctuation and her command of the English language.
…),.
Its so Morris Code. So cryptic. So the following was the one or two advices I gave her.
So this was my response to Valda:
Dear Valda:
Thanks for writing. Have you ever considered porn? With the advent of online video content, the porn industry is an exploding market for young talented girls like yourself.
Best of luck,
Kali Karagias
Vincent’s Hooker for the Day
Here's Vincent.
