A few weeks ago, we announced the Great Cocky & Rude Emmy Contest.
The winners are: Jimmy Orsag & Beverly Chang!
Congratulations to both of you!
Here are the full results:
Please note that we threw out the category for “Outstanding Host for a Reality or Reality Competition Program” because that was announced at the Schmemmys — which were held before the Great C&R Emmy Contest ballots closed. For the record, the prize went to Jeff Probst, host of Survivor.
Votes for who would be best dressed went to: Sofia Vergara, Betty White, Kate Winslet, Christina Hendricks, Cher, Chris Colfer, January Jones, and Cat Deely.
Votes for who would be worst dressed went to: Jeff Probst, Laura Linney, Melissa McCarthy, Kathy Bates, Jane Krakowski, Jane Lynch, Melissa Leo, Evan Rachel Wood, Chris Colfer, Cher, Tina Fey, Martha Plimpton, Kevin McHale, Cloris Leachman, Sofia Vergara, and Kristen Wiig.
Congratulations to everyone that entered!
While some of you were digging out your umbrellas, battening down the hatches, and stocking up on bottled water, candles and Cheetos, Harry and I were on our way to see Kathy Griffin in concert!
I made a shirt for the occasion. This is my first foray into bedazzling. Yes, I know the “I” is crooked.
On our way to Costa Mesa.
It’s so great to be back in California! Colorado sucked.
We got into a little traffic on our way.
Yay! “Pop Music” by M.
Shout out to the Oldz (you know who you are).
I got hungry and needed a snack.
We had dinner at Gordon Biersch. Beer for Harry and a caramel martini for me. Yum!
I had the chicken curry lettuce cups (ok, but not very spicy – and the dish needed some lime).
Harry had a sausage party.
We had to pay for parking!! Don’t they know who we are?!! Sheesh.
On the way in we saw Team Griffin – or as Kathy calls them, “her gays”. It was cool to see them in person after seeing them with her on the My Life on the D-List, Same Name, and other shows.
We were second row, it was too awesome.
Kathy had tweeted that this was what she was going to wear, but really she wore black pants, a black shirt with a belt and flats. She is super tiny and has a Scarlett O’ Hara waist.
We went to the first show that night. They were taping both shows for a Bravo special to air in the middle of September. Kathy’s mom Maggie came out (with a glass of wine) to say a few words and introduce Kathy. She got a standing ovation and was adorable. Kathy was hilarious, of course. Some of her bits included the Kardashians, Cher, Anderson Cooper, The Real Housewives of New Jersey, Marcus Bachman and Casey Anthony.
Harry (best husband ever) won a contest on Kathy’s blog to meet her between shows! So we hustled around to the back of the theater and then waited in a room backstage with 16 other people for a meet and greet. She only had a few minutes, so she wasn’t signing autographs. She was there just long enough to give hugs and take pictures. She was warm, engaging and super sweet to everyone.
I told her my cheeks still hurt from smiling and she said, “Thanks, that means I’m doing my job.”
She liked my shirt. As you can see we are totally bff!
She had done a bit about how she walks down the street and eyef*cks all the guys, so I asked her to eyef*ck Harry – and she did! I also asked her if she watched Dance Moms, and she said, “Of course.” I should have said something better, but I was an excited mess. Then she was ushered back out the door. It was all a blur and over way too soon. Kathy’s one of those people I would love to sit down and have a long chat with. I LOVE her.
Before the long drive home, Harry and I stopped at The Yardhouse and shared a brownie with ice cream (Diet? What diet?).
Other than briefly shaking James Taylor’s hand before one of his concerts, this was my first celebrity encounter. I couldn’t have asked for a better one!
So – did I not have the best night ever? What would you have said to Kathy? What celebrity would you love to meet? Let me know in the comments!
Do you remember when you could turn on the tv and see Meredith Viera talking about the best slingbacks for slinging back martinis on your vacation? I do and I’m really ready for those days back. I know I was one of those people who probably complained the loudest about the soft news infotainment industry, but I’m so freakin’ tired of hearing about who died in what order and under whose orders. Yes…the world is a better place now that the hate-filled brain of Osama bin Laden is no longer in it, but can a guy get a little less hyper-analysis of everything from how many tweets were sent at what second leading up to the official announcement and the diagrams of the bloody house where it all went down. So I am going on the offensive and forcing you to consume some soft news of my choosing.
Mariah Carey gives birth to twins
Over the weekend we got one step closer to the apocalypse. Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon (whatever that is) had twin babies. I’m sure the world is excited that annoying musicians can have babies that will grow up to be spoiled brats. I have name suggestions for the two little kids: Dumb & Dumber. Harsh? Maybe. Accurate? Yes.
Jesse’s Girl was better off
The dude who sang “Jesse’s Girl” before it was covered by Glee was arrested for being a lame ass drunk driver. He has the same hairstyle as he did back then, which is probably why he was drinking so much he thought he should take a spin around the block endangering peoples lives. Here is some advice for Mr. Springfield: if you are drunk enough to sing your own song at karaoke, you should not go near your car.
Plastic Surgery Experiment Speaks about Child
The biological ancestor of what was at one time Cher is very proud of her descendant Chaz, who was at one time known as a lesbian called Chastity. Chastity is now Chaz and Cher is now a weird mixture of human and nonhuman parts. Cher is proud, but I think she really is just expressing her faith in the modern medical science that she used to become a glowing statue and that Chaz is using to express his gender.
Are you glad I didn’t say anything about soldiers or guns or invasions? I am. I gave you three random tabloidistic news stories that should dutifully distract from the coming insanity on your tv.
There are just so many random thoughts running through my mind! It must be just another Manic Monday!
Did you know that it’s Cyber Monday? Really, how could you not? If you’re anything like me, you’ve received about fifty emails over the past few days from online retailers offering you all sorts of amazing once-in-a-lifetime deals. So today, as a one-day sale, Cocky & Rude is offering you FREE daily blog posts until the end of the year! OMG!
Leslie Nielsen died! Nooo00000000o!
As I’m writing this post, please be aware that I’m suffering from an awful case of hiccurps. UGH they’re awful!
Like all great weekends, I spent lots of time with my loved ones saw THREE movies this weekend! On Friday night I saw Burlesque, which was silly, fun, and predictable, but HARDLY as awful as all the reviews claim. Saturday I saw Harry Pothead and the Deadly Halloween, which was moderately amusing. Sorry, I’m not a big Harry Potter fan. Sunday I saw a movie based on MY life, called 127 Hours! It was aammaazziinngg! It totally made me want to go hiking, get stuck and lop off my own arm. Go see it now!
My diet of all noni berries, all the time continues.
Sunday turned into a Tamblyn-themed day for me. After seeing Amber Tamblyn in 127 Hours, I watched West Side Story, which stars her father, Russ Tamblyn! He was cuter in the WSS days than he was in the Twin Peaks days.
I keep singing Free Blood’s Never Hear Surf Music Again (the song from the 127 Hours trailer). It has a great beat!
Is it too early for Christmas? I’ve already hung the outside lights at my mom’s house and my tree is up and decorated. Let’s get this damn season over with!
Yea, yea, I keep singing Show Me How You Burlesque too… (and too bad Harry’s theme is a snore!)
Cher’s face is starting to look like an alien.
That’s right, there’s a lot of movies and general pop culture bouncing around in my melon. What’s on your mind, this Manic Monday?
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The Twelve Days of Whatever
On the first day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the second day of Whatever, my true love gave to me -
two puntabupedes and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the third day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – three more polls,
two puntabupedes and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – four Mikeys licking, three more polls,
two puntabupedes and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – five naked asses… four Mikeys licking, three more polls, two puntabupedes and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – six poos a ploppin’, five naked asses…
four Mikeys licking, three more polls, two puntabupedes and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – seven schlongs a swingin’,
six poos a ploppin’, five naked asses… four Mikeys licking, three more polls,
two puntabupedes and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the eighth day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – Eight Tams a riding,
seven schlongs a swingin’, six poos a ploppin, five naked asses…
four Mikeys licking, three more polls, two puntabupedes and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – Nine commenters commenting,
eight Tams a riding, seven schlongs a swingin’, six poos a ploppin’, five naked asses…
four Mikeys licking, three more polls, two puntabupedes and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the tenth day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – Ten armless Adams,
nine commenters commenting, eight Tams a riding, seven schlongs a swingin’,
six poos a ploppin’, five naked asses… four Mikeys licking, three more polls,
two puntabupedes and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the eleventh day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – Eleven pissy puddles, ten armless Adams, nine commenter commenting, eight Tams a riding, seven schlongs a swingin’, six poos a ploppin’,
five naked asses… four Mikeys licking, three more polls, two puntabupedes
and a parakeet in a pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Whatever, my true love gave to me – Twelve boxers boxing, eleven pissy puddles, ten armless Adams, nine commenters commenting, eight Tams a riding, seven schlongs a swingin’,
six poos a ploppin’, five naked asses… four Mikeys licking, three more polls, two puntabupedes
and a parakeet in a pear tree.
Happy holidays to my C&R family!
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