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 U-571, Rules of Engagement, Failsafe, Erin Brockovitch, I Dreamed of Africa, If These Walls Could Talk 2
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April 8, 2000
 Elian Gonzalez

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April 5, 2000
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April 4, 2000

Investing

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March 17, 2000

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March 15, 2000

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March 10, 2000

Ask Annie

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March 8, 2000
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February 18, 2000

Media Scoops

Love & laughs at Prez's press conference
        The Presdent’s press conference was almost like a mass media reunion—it had been so long since we’d all been together in one place. Some of the attendees were actually gate-crashers, determined not to miss the event but not formally assigned to cover it. For yours truly, of course, that made the whole affair much more fascinating because there’s a lot more to take in when everybody isn’t busy listening to the Prez and furiously writing notes.
        Bad Boy Bill did get off a funny line or two. When somebody asked him how he felt about Bush and McKane getting so insulted at being compared to him, he chuckled and said, “Well, my guess is, they’re just jealous and bitter. Even if they get to the Oval Office, they’re not going to be able to enjoy any tail there. You could say I kind of spoiled their fun... and I personally don’t think either of them has the brains to fix it so their wives are running for office in another state while they play around in the White House. All I’m saying is, if I were in their shoes, I’d probably be pissed at me too.”
        This got a big laugh, naturally, and I’m sure the news editors are going to be very busy editing that videotape so they can use at least some of the punchlines. He gave us a good show.
        But it’s also fair to point out that he got a good show too. Some of the baby doll TV journalists were doing their darndest to display their assets, and there were times when it looked like the Prez’s eyes were going to pop right out of his head. Maybe the fashions weren’t quite as daring as you’d find at the music video awards or the Grimies... maybe.
      Nora O’Dingle of the NBS network had on a darling little three-button blue pantsuit, cut like a Books Brothers men’s model and obviously designed to be worn Lezzy style, with a shirt and tie. But in honor of the occasion, dear Nora had dispensed with shirt, tie and Wonderbra, and when she raised her hand to ask questions, well, the word that came to mind was 'bouncy'.
      Clare Shapely of the GatesCrap cable network had gone all out too. When I first saw her, I thought she was dressed rather demurely in a long blue skirt and an ecru silk blouse with mouton sleeves. Then she started moving around. The skirt had a slit all the way up to here, darling, and when I say “here” I mean I can report that her tiny skivvies were bright red. And the silk of that blouse turned out to be m-u-u-u-ch thinner than it looked at first glance. The trick was the iridescence. Depending on the angle of the light, the fabric reflected a moiré rainbow—or it barely blurred the view of her, uh, pectorals.You should have seen the look Clare got from colleague Laurie Doo when the Prez shouted, "Ms. Shapely! How nice to see you this morning!" I'd bet a pile little Laurie won't be relegated to the back row in her plain-jane pinstripe next time.
        Most of the men were so absorbed by the Nora-Clare exhibition that they probably missed the more interesting social undercurrents of the event. For example, did anyone else notice who was discreetly holding hands with CTN’s Roger Prozac? More about that at a later date... And why was the usually flamboyant Jesus Ventura practically invisible in a Homburg and sunglasses while he guarded a briefcase, umbrella, and raincoat for Crosswire’s Mary Magdalen? (Is it the big bald domes she's hot for, or the deranged personalities?) I can’t believe this pairing wasn’t the national headline of the press conference. Perhaps hubby James is using his influence with the media to quash the rumors while he figures out whether he can save his ailing inter-party marriage...
        And while we’re on the subject of inter-party affiliations, did anyone else think it strange that GatesCrap’s Paul Boogaloo stood next to canceled colleague Laurel Ingraham throughout the conference? He didn’t smile once—not even when the Prez accidentally called on Nora O’Dangle. Something’s up with Paul and Laurel, and I’m going to find out what it is.
        Those are the highlights. There were the usual questions and answers, of course. But they weren’t any more interesting than usual. What I’m always on the hunt for is the scoop. That’s what I got. You heard it here first.


Media Scoops is a regular Star feature contributed by columnist Jennifer Trumpet.

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February 10, 2000

Gossip by Gregg

Angry Gipper vows  to spank Kathy Lee

        It’s still too early to say for sure, but if the tabloid I saw at the Lo-Mart is right, then Kathy Lee Crossley is suing hubby Frank Gipper for divorce! Rumor has it the media marriage expired in a torrid battle at their Newyork apartment, where Kathy nailed poor Frank to the bedroom door with her handy-dandy staple gun, then tossed the door—still attached to Frank—out of a fortieth floor window. Apparently the Gipper was so hot when he hit the pavement that he vowed to “spank that sweat-shop bitch till she can’t sit down” in front of a dozen witnesses. Of course, when Kathy got wind of Frank’s outburst she really popped her cork and called her attorney.  Word is, she’ll be suing for plenty on grounds of verbal abuse and physical intimidation. Won’t Regis Philbrick just curl up and die if he has to hear about alimony, child support, and property settlement disputes for months and months of legal action? Delicious.
        And speaking of delicious, supermodel Nave Campbell must be smacking her gorgeous lips right now at the prospect of returning to the runway after such a close call with the fashion inferno known as women’s prison. After thumping her personal assistant with a few right crosses and left hooks, the lovely but naughty Nave proceeded to boot the annoying Girl Friday out of a moving limousine... it’s so hard to get good help these days. I hear the judge said harsh things to her and looked as stern as a man can look while drooling down the front of his robe. Who knows what would have happened if Nave hadn't worn that sheer Vivian Eastwood blouse at her sentencing hearing? She might have gotten far worse than the token slap on the breast the judge insisted on administering personally. But supermodels have a way of landing on their feet, and my sources tell me that Armhold Schwartzenkennedy is now intensely interested in signing Nave to co-star in his new action flick, “How I Saved Three Universes.” This will come as a blow to Helen Hunch, Goony Davis, and Bridget Fondle, who have been vying openly for the part. But all those other hot action babes will have to move over now—Nave seems to be the real thing when it comes to action.
        Action is also the order of the day in the wurld of Sappho, where Melissa Estrogen’s recent announcement of a test-tube tryst with David Frisbee seems to be inspiring a trend. Within the last week, singer k.d. ingaling announced that she’ll be sharing a sperm syringe with funnyman Jim Carrion, “because he looks enough like me to be my twin sis, er, brother.” Ann Hatesh and Helen DeGenerous are getting into the act, too, soliciting he-man George Cloney for a seed contribution because, according to funnyman Helen, “He’s pretty cute—for a guy. Dark bags under the eyes just drive Ann nuts.”
        Well, that’s all the dish for now, but I’ll be back soon with more.

Gossip by Gregg is a regular Star feature contributed by columnist Gregg A. Yarrow.
 
 

Cool on TV

"Sally Hummings" was hotter than Monica
        Did anyone else catch the one about Presdent Tom Jeffersen and his Afrian-Amerian girlfriend? It was all news to me. The Secret Service dudes back then didn’t even have sunglasses, or at least I couldn’t spot any. But that’s why this history stuff is so great. You find out all kind of things you never knew. Like, it was amazing how they had all the same evil right wing dudes back then who wanted to dig up dirt on the Presdent’s sex life because he was doing too good in the polls to take him on any other way.
        And I never would of thought the Afrian-Amerian babes in the slave days would be so ballsy with all those overseers and other evil white dudes. But now I can kind of see how it was, and I suppose I should of known that things never really change, the big things anyway, once you get past all the stuff they didn’t have. Maybe that’s why they got so down and kinky so fast, like with the whips and handcuffs and naked sweaty hanging bodies, etc, just because the chick had the stones to get right in their face when they were dissing her so bad. She was hot. Hotter than that Lewiski sweathog anyway. No wonder Tom invented the Democratic Party. Those folks needed some rights. Not to mention some tunes and maybe some MT Video. Like did you notice how they spent all that time in the slave ghettoes reading? I wanted to hand them my remote and show them what they were missing. More to the point what I was missing while I watched “Sally Hummings.”
        Which reminds me. Time I started catching up on my MT Video. Cool? Cool.

Cool on TV is a regular Star feature contributed by columnist Eddy Orp.
 
 

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