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Win a date with the lad Vanderbilt

andiecooper$21,000 can buy you a bare bones Volvo. It can buy 140 iPod nanos. It can even buy you 1,050 premium bedazzlers. Or, if you’re one lucky British homosexualist, it can buy you the world’s most awkward gay date. And if you ask me, if the date is meant to make notorious vagina connoisseur Anderson Cooper sweat bullets in his powder pink necktie, then it might just be worth giving up the Volvo.

Yet someone in the Cooper Camp seemed to forget that auctioning off a date with one of America’s most sought after silver-haired bottoms (right after Richard Gere and right before Tim Gunn) at an AIDS benefit, might draw the attention of some, uh, wealthy gays.

Well, British bachelor Oliver Hicks (could he have been named anything else?!) has won Andie’s arm for an evening of white knuckles, clenched teeth, and buttered buns. And also dinner.

Can you imagine how the dinner (or, as I’ve imagined it, brunch) conversation will go? I can. And will:

Anderson: So, you, like… uhh… supporting AIDS?

Oliver: Yes, um, it’s killed nearly a dozen of my friends. As you know…

Anderson: NO! No I don’t know. Don’t know what you’re talking about. I can only, uh, imagine. Oh my god, they have sweet potato fries here.

Oliver: Yeah, I doubt they serve them at brunch through. How did you know I wanted our date to be a brunch date anyway?

Anderson: Well, when else would we have… NO! I mean, uh, one of my PAs is gay. He suggested you might be most comfortable at brunch. Personally, I’m a lunch date kinda guy myself. I find it puts the ladies at ease. And there’s nothing like a Mich Ultra at lunchtime to put my nerves at ease before a broadcast.

Oliver: Oh, a beer man too, eh?

Anderson: Oh yes. Mich Ultra, Woodchuck Cider… there’s this drinking hole in Chelsea that has this wonderful ale with actual blueberries floating in it. Oh, listen to me go on. Hey, you have nice facial hair. Do you groom it to that length or does it just come in naturally like that?

Oliver: We should get out of here, shouldn’t we?

Anderson: Oh, so it comes in naturally?

Anderson Cooper Inadvertently Outed by Charity Auction [Socialite’s Life]

What happens in Vegas? Gays in Vegas

200606262306 How gay is Vin Diesel? So gay, apparently, that gamblers have actually placed 4-1 odds on him coming out of the closet. The site BetUS.com, which has laid down odds as to which closet case will crack next (with folks like Oprah and Keanu bringing up the, erm, rear), uses such evidence as Diesel’s insistence on “dating in Europe” and, presumably, this photo.

Vin is considered a slightly less sure bet than Jakey (sigh…), who posts 5-2 odds, and Peyton Manning (go figure) at 7-2.

Amazingly, all of the above stars are considered better bets than Anderson “Even Your Stroke Victim Grandfather Knows” Cooper - not because they’re more likely to be gay, but because he’s just such a pussy. Cooper posts 20-1 odds - barely beating Miss Tom Cruise at 25-1.

And to think, I might have put my money on Andie. But apparently that would be the equivalent of rolling (one-eyed) snake eyes.

Vin Diesel, Jake Gyllenhaal, Oprah Winfrey all favorites to come out of the closet [Gambling 911]

PEN15 Drippings: 5/22/06

200605222239 Condi Rice’s Boston College commencement speech is met with exponentially more approval than protest, and those who did protest were mostly just angry that she’s not “Jesuit” enough. As if Elisabeth Hasselbeck’s diploma wasn’t enough to make you hate BC forever. No word on whether Condi spent Graduation Eve trolling Cleveland Circle for naive coed trim. [The Boston Herald]

A cruel parody of the time-honored tradition of slutty starlets angling for attention on the Croisette, Tara Reid’s Cannes appearance cements her legacy as this century’s answer to Sally Kirkland. And, as usual, the tits are a problem. [Hollywood Rag]

Speaking of Cannes, Southland Tales, writer-director Richard Kelly’s long-awaited Donnie Darko follow-up, is officially the sinus-clearing catastrophe of the festival. Which is what happens when you earn goodwill with a movie starring both Gyllenhaals, and follow it with a movie starring The Rock, Stifler and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. [Green Cine]

I ran across this ad featuring Anderson Cooper’s iPod playlist, and found that Gawker had reported on it, but neglected to mention the sad irony of Andie’s selection of “Proud Mary” as one of his favorites. [Gawker]

PEN15 Drippings: 5/2/06

200605022319 Anderson Cooper somehow managed to write an entire memoir without directly referring to his own sexuality. Highlights include “How I lost my virginity to…somebody” and “I felt really alienated and different during my adolescence…for some reason that I can’t really discuss. Wait - it was my father’s death. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Dead Dad.” Vanity Scare re-packages the obfuscation into an even vaguer excerpted cover story. Apparently he spent a large portion of his childhood hanging out with Truman Capote and Andy Warhol. You don’t say. [Vanity Fair]

Geena Davis’ career remains smothered in loser dust, as Commander in Chief (aka The President Used Tampons) gets the long kiss goodnight to cutthroat island. But what will become of First Hottie Matt Lanter?! [Zap2It]

The new full-length trailer for Superman Returns will leave you as stiff as Brandon “Rhymes With Mouth” Routh’s delivery. It’s official: Kevin Spacey and Frank Langella have morphed into the same bald, queeny, middle-aged character actor. [Apple Movie Trailers]

A real life ‘Crash’ that didn’t involve Oprah and Hermes

Andycooper-1You could almost hear the tears hitting the keyboard when Andie Cooper “blogged” about a harrowing tale of a gay bash-er and a gay bash-ed becoming friends 13 years after the bash-ing. (And by “blogged” I mean “had an intern transcribe a seemingly hastily-written and colloquial editorial that couldn’t have been more manufactured if it fell off an assembly line.”)

But perhaps Andie was writing from personal experience. From that time he was in Detroit at the ripe age of 18 and found himself at a roadside truck stop. There, as the tale goes, Andie was seduced into bottoming for a transsexual named Gertha. She opened all sorts of doors for the young go-getter, including the door to the stall in the mens room, where they blew lines of coke off her lipstick containers and practiced various feats of acrobatic sex.

When he left for NYC, he all but forgot about Gertha. One day – his first day at his new job at CNN – Andie was eating a pudding cup in the CNN cafeteria. He struck up a conversation with one of his new co-workers, impressed by her admirable calf muscles. Soon, he realized the lady he was talking to was none other than the tranny he knew as Gertha years ago.

Before parting ways, Anderson asked his long-lost friend, “So what’s your real name anyway, Gertha?”

To which she responded, “Here, you can call me Rita Cosby.”

Rea life ‘Crash’ in L.A. [CNN.com - Cooper Blog]

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AC:Crazy

Story.Cooper.AndersonOkay. New section. AC: Crazy (or, Anderson Cooper: Crazy).

There are just way too many tidbits out there that prove my theory that our boy, Andie Cooper, is going batshit crazy before our very eyes, to not make a new category for compiling said evidence.

This week’s installment of AC:Crazy comes from the front page of CNN.com, in an article by Anderson called “The Problem with Vacations.”

Does anyone actually take vacations anymore? Pack up the wife, Alice, and the kids, go to the Grand Canyon, get lost, meet an Indian boy named Jimmy?

What? I could stomach the reference to the wife without cracking a smile, but “meet an Indian boy named Jimmy?” I went to the Grand Canyon with the family and the only one who met an Indian boy was my Aunt Steven from Fire Island.

Do you think Brad and Matt really want to be frolicking at Clooney’s place on Lake Como? Do you think Al Reynolds enjoys smearing suntan lotion on Star Jones like butter on a lobster at a Jamaican resort?

The answer to the first question is most assuredly yes. The answer to the second question is, “Andie, will you write for us?”

More ridiculousness after the jump.

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CNN comes out

Andersoncooperryanseacrest-1I stumbled upon Larry King Tuesday night half way through his interview with Nicole Richie. And for the first time, I thought Larry! You look horrendous! Your face is all leathery and there’s self-tanner dripping from your nose! I then realized that Ryan Seacrest was sitting in for Larry for the evening. What ensued was the intellectual equivalent of two retarded kittens wrestling in a pillowcase. I had to turn it off when Seacrest asked a surprisingly level-headed Nicole, “Did you ever consider suicide?” To which she (may have) responded, “Well, I was kind of hoping the heroine and starvation would take care of it.”

What I missed, sadly, was apparently television’s gayest moment. Our boyfriend over at the Malcontent captured it for us in all its faggy glory. When Ryan promo’d what was to come next on “AC360,” he an Anderson actually began an on-screen game of slap n’ tickle. Comments heavily laced with cock size metaphors fell out of Andie’s mouth easier than the pickup lines he’s used to score ass in every city’s “The Eagle” gay bar. The relevant transcript is here.

I’m sensing a trend in CNN’s plans for the future. AC replacing Aaron Brown, Seacrest standing in for Larry. What’s next? Kevin Spacey in for Wolf Blitzer? Ian Sommerhalder for Soledad O’Brien?

Anderson and Ryan, sitting in a tree [Malcontent]

Anderson Cooper tells Seacrest: That’s the biggest tie… [Perez]

Crazy/Beautiful

Story.Cooper.AndersonOkay, I know it’s old news, but has anyone else seemed to realize that Anderson Cooper is growing bat-shit crazier by the minute? It started with several episodes of almost outing himself during his own news hour, and progressed to wild, voice-cracking ranting during hurricane Katrina.

But now, his sheer ridiculousness has spread to epic proportions.The editor’s note at the top of this article on CNN.com states that Anderson wrote the piece for everyone’s favorite ambiguously straight fag-rag, Details magazine. But still. It’s posted on CNN.com – in the “U.S.” section, right up there with Condi, Harriet Miers, and other “real news.”

The piece is about how Andie bites his nails and (gasp!) does so as an adult. Not only is this a topic that clearly warrants its own article, but in order for it to be real news, it must contain a passage such as this:

Doctors will tell you that nibbling nails is a sign of anxiety and insecurity, a nasty habit that can lead to infection.

I’m sure they’re right. There are certainly plenty of less painful ways to deal with stress but really, how many times a day can you masturbate?

I don’t know, Andie. How many times a day can you masturbate? Is it thrice when you don’t bite your nails, and just a duce when you do? I can speak from experience, whenever I find myself chomping down on my fingers, it’s almost always because I didn’t have the time or coverage to rub one off instead. For me, the two activities are nearly indistinguishable.

But, oh, it only gets better:

Smokers mock tobacco chewers, who deride nose pickers, who shun fingernail biters, who absolutely abhor toenail chewers, the real bottom-feeders.

Clay Aiken admits he used to bite his toenails. If the image of young Clay in a red leather jacket salivating on his big toe doesn’t make you ill, I have nothing left to say to you.

I would like to ask Anderson where, according to his hierarchy of disgusting people in the first paragraph, he puts himself, as he has both admitted to chewing his nails, and has almost certainly fed on many bottoms.

And what Andiboy certainly means in the second paragraph is that if you are not made ill imagining Clay Gaykin with his toe in his mouth, then Anderson has nothing left to say to you because he will be forthrightly occupying his own mouth.

Hopefully we can look forward to many more fascinating articles from Anderson, such as, “Only I know those santorum stains aren’t coffee spills,” and “When he tweaks my nipples, I feel like I am going to sneeze.”

The agony of adult nail biters [CNN]

I’ll kill the next person who says “Get ‘er done”

Image 462506Rob and I are both suffering from the worst cases of blogger’s block (blogck?) the interweb has ever known. So instead of boring you with forced humor about cock rings and those less fortunate than us, we took the weekend off. And when I say “took the weekend off,” I mean “drank gin rickeys until sunrise trying to name all of the horrible celebrities that are pregnant right now.” We ended in an argument over Sienna Miller’s aureolas, blew a rail off of the cover of the New York Times and called it a weekend.

And it’s a holiday and I’m still not feeling particularly funny. So, since there are technically a few hours left in the long weekend and I’m not actually required to work, I shall instead compile all of my favorite video clips of newscasters and celebrities going Tom Cruise-style crazy on the air over this whole Katrina mess.

*Note: Apologies for the Go Army commercials before the CNN video clips… as if people informed enough to read the news would join the military.

1) “Saturday Night Live” couldn’t have done it better. Celine Dion is outraged on CNN.com (”Now with FREE VIDEO!!!”) My favorite quotes: “Let them touch these things!” and “I open the TV…” I also enjoy how she says her son’s name, Rene-Charles, as if it’s not ridiculous. And the coups de grace: Larry King asks her to sing at the end, and she takes him seriously. In fact, she sings us a prayer.

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