What happened to Steve Guttenberg? Wouldn't it be amusing if he staged a comeback, like Demi (Charlie's Angels) or Travolta (Pulp Fiction)? What if he transformed himself & his body (on Atkins, I'm sure - have you seen the new choices at Subway? It's nuts!)? What if he reintroduces himself as a quirky, quiet actor with soul, heart, and enviable tap dancing skills in a new Spike Jonze sans Sofia Coppola movie? Or, better yet, what if he reintroduced himself the way all slick and shiny goo-goo actors do, trying to make themselves more serious by taking on a War movie or the Holocaust?
I know what I'm about to say is in poor taste, but here it goes - a man died this weekend, he's actually related by marriage to one of my supervisors. He was killed by trying to put up a pinata, and he fell off the roof. Only in New Mexico would that happen.
As for the subject of this entry, I distinctly remember the nicer, blander Rosie O'Donnell raving about Savage Garden's Ch-ch-cherry cola part in that catchy little re-re song. Stupid, I know.