Tales from La La Land

I rolled over this morning and turned on my phone to browse twitter before making myself get out of bed. I do it every morning, actually. I read on my phone to get myself awake enough to face the day.

As everyone knows, there was news of Corey Haim’s death. It struck me as something important enough to wake up Laef and tell him. He said: “Who is Corey Haim?”

Too bad for Laef he was 4 when Lucas came out and 5 when The Lost Boys hit theaters. It’s a shame, really.

Corey was THE ONE. Corey Haim was the one I had a poster of right above my pillow and would make myself sick over wanting him so bad. I wanted to be one of his BFFs on The Lost Boys. I wanted to kiss him in Lucas. I wanted to get crazy with him in License to Drive. I just wanted him to be my real life boyfriend so much that it consumed my life from 1986-1989.

I was 12 then. In my mind, Corey Haim had the perfect skin, the slyest smirk, the bluest eyes and the most dreamy head of hair.

I’m 35 now, and I recently saw a Tiger Beat in Borders. I didn’t realize they still sold that shit. Justin Bieber was splashed all over the magazine cover. To me, he had the douchiest hair, the slimiest smile and the lamest outfit ever. Hello? A scarf?

Lately, I’ve been lamenting this new crop of teen idols because I don’t get it. I don’t think any of them are cute. But, now I understand it a little better. Today I am remembering Corey Haim and how he edged out Kirk Cameron as my number one true love. Kirk was just a little bit too goody-goody for me. Now I’m thinking Corey might have been a little too hard core for me, but I will always remember the 1986 Corey, not the 2010 Corey.

This morning, I remembered those nights where I’d stare at that poster and dream that somehow Corey and I would meet. And I’m sure there are girls doing the same thing over this Bieber kid. Personally, I think Bieber lacks some of the humility that Corey had. It’s a different day in age, and sometimes it seems as though young stars – not all of them – strive for the fame, and not the craft.

So, today, a little piece of my youth went away. And, as Laef pointed out, “Well, that sucks. You’re one freebie is gone.” (Um, no, I have like 4 other freebies that are still around)

R.I.P. Corey Haim.

Just a reminder that on Sunday I will be live blogging at The Cooler during the E! Red Carpet extravaganza. The telecast begins at 6 p.m. ET/3 p.m. PT, so I will go live just before 3 p.m. PST. I’m no expert in movies – or even fashion – but I like to see what people are wearing, what they say, who they’re with, etc. Last year there were a lot of people (OK, by a lot I mean Lamb) who came over to join that chat, and that made it more fun. I just re-read the comments and am cracking up. I hope you guys will stop by and share your thoughts again.

In completely unrelated news (unless we see some of the starlets holding one on the red carpet), why do we need a 31-oz option at Starbucks?

When I read about this, I had to roll my eyes a little. Starbucks is now trying to keep up with the likes of McDonalds and Dunkin’ Donuts. I guess the good news is that they’ll only be offering iced coffee and tea in this size, but it’s only a matter of time before Britney rolls in, demanding that they put her Frap in the 31-oz cup, is photographed with it, and then of course, everyone else will want what she has.

My co-worker is from France. It’s so interesting to see how he approaches food. It’s a completely different mentality from how we do it in the US. Frenchie eats very, very slowly. And he doesn’t eat huge portions. He eats small portions, seemingly savoring every bite. He would never need a 31-oz drink because it would probably take him 2 years to finish it.

So, anyway, it seems as though you can get a super size of just about anything these days. And they wouldn’t offer it if there wasn’t a demand, so I’m probably alone in thinking it’s insane.

See you Sunday!

I love award season. Love the dresses, the hair, the gossip, the underdog winners and the awkward Red Carpet Encounters.

That Busey/Garner mashup was priceless. Let’s be honest though, Ryan threw Jen to the shark. Busey was seemingly content to congratulate Laura Linney when Seacrest insisted on introducing him to Jen.

Ah, Oscar season. Love. It.

Last year I spent my evening live blogging the red carpet activities at The Cooler and will be doing the same this year. I learned quite a bit about the pace of live blogging last year, so hopefully it will be more relaxed and fun this time around.

I can tell you in advance that I’m a Sandra Bullock, Carey Mulligan, Meryl Streep,Vera Farmiga, Maggie Gyllenhaal kind of girl. The “young” Hollywood presenters – Cyrus, Efron, Lautner – bring the snark from me BIG TIME. Although she’s part of the Twilight saga, I’m a big Anna Kendrick fan. She was great in Up In The Air, and doesn’t bring the skank the way Miley does.

So, what this probably means is that I’m old as fuck. I don’t get what the kids love. I don’t understand what the F it is about Robert Pattinson or Taylor Lautner. I have started to accept that the actresses I love are of the older kind, and that I had a bigger desire to see “It’s Complicated” than the Jonas Brothers in 3D.

I wish I could say that I’ve seen all the movies that are up for awards this year. Sadly, I haven’t. Laef has seen more of the best picture nominees than I have, so he probably has a better opinion on the frontrunners. This is a major problem for me – staying awake for movies when I’m on my couch. I missed Inglorious Basterds, The Hurt Locker and Disctict 9 despite them playing right in front of my (sleeping) eyes.

Laef did however drag me to Avatar, which I did not like. Yes, I respect the feat. Yes, it was pretty. Yes, I had a headache when I left. In turn, Laef went to see Up In The Air with me. I loved it. As much as I love Sandy, I can’t explain why I haven’t seen the Blind Side. Also, for some reason Laef bought me the book, Push, for Valentine’s Day. This is the book that Precious is based. Not the most lovey-dovey Valentine’s book, but at least I have an idea of what the movie is about despite not having seen it yet. Tragic, I know.

My old ass will simply sip Vodka and comment on the dresses and awkward Red Carpet conversations caused by one glass too many of champagne in the limo ride to the Kodak Theater.

Speaking of old asses, is it me or is Idol shit this year? Yes, I know that we’re only in week 2 of the real competition, and the contestants will get better as the lessons and styling increase, but thus far, I am lulled to sleep by most of their faces. Never thought I’d be a fan of someone with jacked hair, but I really like Alex Lambert’s voice. I also like Lee Dewyze. Mostly because last night it looked like he told the Idol styling team to fuck off. He wore jeans and a t-shirt. Sometimes Idol makes these people look so packaged. One after another, dressed for the big time, but completely unsure of how to own the moment. It’s all a bit awkard.

As for the girls, no one stands out for me. Maybe after tonight one or two will separate themselves.

Speaking of the girls. It’s a rough fit for Ellen. And, I love me some Ellen. She is funny. But, there’s nowhere for her to be funny in this setting. And she doesn’t know anything about music. So there’s no valid point to her being there. Which I find sad because I want her to work. Especially this season when I’d rather be watching Uncle Buck.