You don't bring me flowers

Magnet #328 - Flowers for a friend

In general, I can't stand celebrity gossip. Hate it, in fact.

It goes hand in hand with breaking down the fourth wall - you people stay in my little magic box of a TV, or on my movie screens. Thank you for your terrific work, but I don't need to know what you're up to in your private lives. Emphasis on the word private.

Obvious exceptions to this rule are the dating habits of George Clooney, Joshua Jackson and David Tennant.* And even then, it's just because I want to make sure you boys are well taken care of. (And, no, it totally doesn't have to be me, just has to be someone worthy of well, you.)

But, I digress. To recap:

Celebrity gossip = bad.
George Clooney, Joshua Jackson, David Tennant* = good. (Except when they're dating cocktail waitresses...George.)

So in this (made up of George, Joshua and David*) world where we rarely receive good news, I had read a while ago that Joshua had actually gone backstage to see his old friend Katie Holmes (purportedly his first love and dammit yes, I was a Pacey/Joey fan) at her Broadway show, to say hello, wish her a broken leg, and gasp! to give her flowers.

And in my little heart of hearts (sorry, Tom and Diane), I was hoping Joshua was gonna whisk Katie away and they could go live happily in love ever after (possibly in Wilmington, or at the very least, Capeside).

But nooooo.

My sister passed along this Popsugar story about Joshua Jackson...where he debunked the whole story!

*falls over*


*John Taylor should technically be included here, but in my head he's still that superhot 26-year-old bassist, and I refuse to entertain any thought of him dating, married, having kids, getting old, whatever. So, he's excluded.

I heard a rumor

Magnet #37 - Gossip, by Norman Rockwell

On a random roadtrip, we stumbled upon Stockbridge, MA, home of the Norman Rockwell Museum. Of course, we stopped, because that's what we do.

They had several of his famous works, such as the Four Freedoms, or Stockbridge at Christmas. But the one that spoke to me and gave me a laugh was this one. Gossip. It's basically the illustration of how a story gets related from one person to another, from the old lady at the top left of the painting, boomeranging back to the same lady at the bottom right of the painting.

So awesome, and so true to life. Especially small-town life. Case in point, my friends and I spent the day in Mayberry, NC, and by the time we got to the tour guide's place, they already knew we were from New York, and coming on the tour. I was freaked out that they somehow knew, but they put my mind at ease, by confessing that it was actually the caller ID on my cell. Whew.