Iron Man II? How About Iron Man 3?

Gwyneth Paltrow who's starring in Iron Man (out this Friday!) was interviewed today on Regis And Kelly. Paltrow, who plays Iron Man's assistant at his daytime cover as a weapons manufacturing mogul, revealed that her signing on the movie required her commitment to star in two sequels after the first installment.

Early reviews give the movie good marks, so I'll see you at the theater.

Chemo Brain Buys Money Drain

So it's not exactly the puppy I wanted, but it sure is cute, draws attention, and makes life a little more fun.

Fashion Stinks.

That's why Louis Vuitton and Gucci have created designer gas masks so you're always prepared for chemical warfare and odors coming from fierce tranny hot mess.

Click here to read how exclusive and elusive they really are.

Breakdown? Breakthrough?

No matter what you call it, it's truly a miracle.

Yesterday, I braved the bacteria, infection, and disease of middle-class America and hopped on a train that took me to Richmond, Virginia where my best friend and his family lives.

Yesterday and the whole today, I've had a bottomless well of energy, without any of the "crashing and burning" effects that I normally experience from chemotherapy. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of being there, or maybe it was the homemade food. Either way, it was a break from the chemo cloud that normally looms right over me. It was good. Very, very good.

J-ewww-lia

Tuesday was Earth Day and a star's secret was unearthed.

On Oprah, Julia Roberts talked about and demonstrated ways to reuse and recycle. She also talked about eating organic and using all-natural products to care for your body (she sounds like a scuppie to me.)

At the end of her segment, to prove how natural she is, she confessed and admitted that she does not wear deodorant. No Lady Speed Stick, no Degree for Women, just au naturale and an occasional "freshening up in the afternoon" (whatever that means.)

Think about it: "Pretty Woman" is "Stinkin' Pits."

Running On The Treadmill Is So Fake.

My philosophy on exercise is "Somethin' is better than nothin'."

But to me, this "somethin'" practically feels like "nothin'."

When I'm running on the treadmill, I feel like all I have to do is lift my feet and legs up, almost like tap dancing. It's as if you don't have to create a forward momentum or the motion of running, because the treadmill is the one busy putting your feet and legs behind you and doing all the work. Running off the treadmill puts the responsibility of moving and pushing your body weight forward all on you and your strength.

When I run outside, I come back sweaty, out of breath, and hungry as a wolf for the rest of the day. When I'm done on the treadmill, I recover quickly and feel as if I didn't do anything (and that's with the machine set on an incline and a faster speed than my pace outside.)

Any other runner's thoughts?

Hush Scuppie!

We already know how to re-use and recycle!

First, there were the hippies. Then there were the yippies. Then came the preppies, yuppies, buppies, guppies, and now the "socially concious" generation called the "scuppies."

"Scuppies" are those of us who are upwardly mobile, eco-friendly, and believe that eating organic is a much healthier choice. "Scuppies" are those of us who bring their own canvas bags to the grocery store to eventually stop the production of plastic bags.

For exercise, "scuppies" do pilates and yoga, and when running the nearest nature trail or training for the next "Fight A Disease 10K", they wear their MP3 players and the latest styles in wick-away clothing.

While they love their low-fat sushi, they still believe in Ben and Jerry's. The babies they raise grew on Baby Einstein, and their elementary sons and daughters are home-schooled and taught by Leapfrog.

Click here for a "scuppie" article in USA Today.

(What's the acronym for a filipino label wearer? A "fable ho'"?)

Sex And The City: The Spoiler

From Phyllis, my reporter on this movie assignment:

Are you dying to know what happens in the full-length movie? If you can't wait until May 30th and want to find out now, click here and don't say I didn't warn you.

Okay- I'm Fat. You Happy?

I've had three Krispy Kreme doughnuts in less than 24 hours.

Like a 3 Musketeers bar, I'm brown on the outside, soft and chewy in the middle.

Those Are *So* Not Pradas

Everyone wants to believe the urban myth that the Pope wears Prada.

Even I can tell they're not.

A trusted source from ABC-TV this morning confirmed that Pope Benedict XVI's infamous red shoes that are believed to be "personally ordered and custom made from Prada in Milan" is completely false: rather, the shoes come from a trusted cobbler in Italy whose family lines has crossed in history with the Pope's family.

Sorry to burst that blessing.

Lucas With The Lid Off

"I know the critics are going to hate it. (They haven't seen it and) they already hate it." -George Lucas

"No more of these, baby. We're done. I can't think of anything else." -George Lucas after completing the previous Indy

Perfectionism

Even though I'm sick, tired, and sick and tired, I still want to be perfect in so many ways.

Are you a perfectionist? You should know. If you don't, perfectionists are "people who strive to meet very high standards in many things they do, be it in the workplace, in sport, cooking or a hobby."

There are two types: normal perfectionists and neurotic perfectionists.

Normal perfectionists set high standards for themselves, but drop them in certain circumstances.

Neurotic perfectionists are never happy with what they're doing or what they've accomplished. They also will not change their habits under any circumstance and are constantly very self-critical.

Normal perfectionists are usually successful because their high standards of operation are important in careers such as sports, acting, banking, and accounting. Unfortunately, neurotic perfectionists never feel adequately satisfied, which can lead to other disorders such as depression, anxiety, and even drug or alcohol addiction.

Here are two things I like near-perfect whether I'm sick or well: my workout and the kitchen's tidiness (hey, I love waking up and walkind downstairs to a nice and clean kitchen.) Normal or neurotic?

On Your Marks, Get Set, Cry!

On Sunday, May 4th at 9AM, I will run this again and get choked up because it puts me with those who struggle like me and want to do something about it.

Beverly Hills 9021-NO!

Because of "High School Musical"s success and "The Hills" on MTV, studio execs behind "Veronica Mars" are continuing their plan to recreate an all new "Beverly Hills 90210".

A return to the Peach Pit? Eww. Remember how NBC brought back Knight Rider in January? Uh-huh, and where is it now? That's right, in the round file.

$#*@!

One of the UVA nurses who calls me periodically to see how I'm doing phoned yesterday. I told her that even though I get nine or ten hours of sleep at night, I still nap during the day because my eyes and head always feel heavy like I'm up in the middle of the night.

I then asked her that since I'm going through chemo, should I still go to the gym and exercise. While I hoped that she would say no so I have an official prescription to take a break from the gym, her response was something I didn't want to hear: "Sure you can work out. Getting your blood flowing and actively exercising your muscles is good for you while on chemo. Listen to your body, do what you can, and pace yourself."

I sadly and incorrectly interpreted her advice as "You're looking for an excuse to quit and I'm not going to give it to you, lazy butthead."

Naturally, I follow my misinterpretation- I'm a gym rat. I'm a cardio-junkie. Therefore I go.

This Made Me Laugh

Doctor: "I got the results back, and I have some bad news- you have cancer and Alzheimer's."
Patient: "Oh good! I was afraid I had cancer!"

Eat Mor Chikin

Isn't that what the Chick-Fil-A cows want us to do?

Well I have been eating more chicken, but I'm not getting it at the local mall. I've been eating Popeye's Fried Chicken, a guilty pleasure I am proud to admit.

Are you scared to try it because of the saturated fat? Are you worried about being the only upper-middle class person at the restaurant? Is eating meat off the bone too barbaric for you?

I overcame all my fears about three weeks ago, and I've been going once or twice a week ever since. Eating Popeye's is not reserved just for Superbowl Sunday. Besides, when you remove the batter and skin off a breast, you're eating 18 grams of protein with only 3 grams of saturated fat.

I go for the chicken strips. No bones, tons of batter.

I don't care. It's my body, and I'll fry if I want to.

What?

I don't get it. When someone is urgently needing to urinate, why do they say "I have to pee like a banshee"? I thought a banshee is a wailing woman ghost.

Triple Threat

Maybe that's a poor choice of words but I am having all three parts of my chemo regimen administered tomorrow at noon. And they're given to me in three totally different ways: by pill, by an intravenous drip, and by inhalation.

I have a feeling I'll be rocked off my feet and in bed the whole weekend.