DAHLINGS -
After the horrendous tragedy in Haiti, your faithful correspondent was forced to think Deep Thoughts (with the attendant blinding headaches). Before I return to my more comfortable shallowness, I wanted to share some organizations that are working in Haiti to provide relief and rescue. These are all reputable organizations that have been vetted by yours truly.
Doctors Without Borders
http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/
An inflatable hospital with operating theatres is expected to arrive in the next 24 hours.
The Red Cross
Everyone knows that when disaster hits, the Red Cross is there. People can donate by texting the word “Haiti” to 90999, which will donate $10 per call (it will show up on your cell phone bill) or by going online to http://www.redcross.org/
Artists For Peace And Justice
http://www.artistsforpeaceandjustice.com/
Any number of celebrity Twitter-folk have been asking people to donate to this organization, which is pledging that 100% of all contributions will go to Haitian relief. Actors James Franco, Olivia Wilde, and Diane Lane are among the members of the advisory board. This site accept credit cards.
Of course I have donated (to the last charity), and any and all donations of any size are needed. Please don't let "compassion fatigue" overwhelm you, since it's been three days. And we all know America's attention span is about five minutes.
Again, please donate. You'll sleep better at night, even if you're sleeping next to Daniel Baldwin.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
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Friday, January 15, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Happy New Year With The Wrong Baldwin...
DAHLINGS -
As my faithful readers know, one of my long-held desires is to bed the incomparable Alec Baldwin, star of "30 Rock" and the new movie "It's Complicated." Like a fine merlot, he has only improves with age.
But, as my faithful readers also know, I had the misfortune of sneezing on his suede jacket during a recent LA-NY flight whilst sitting in the adjoing seat.
I paid the dry-cleaning bill and sent an apologetic note (with a suggestive twist) but I did not hear back.
Then on New Year's Eve, I was invited to an A-List party by a host whose name I cannot disclose. It was a smashing affair. Which I in turn thought led to a smashing affair. Yes, I drank far too much Krug champagne, and one of my beautiful breasts fell out of my Oscar de la Renta dress, causing much merriment. After that, the night is a bit of a...blur, for lack of a better word.
New Year's Day I awoke in my own bed to the sound of a man snoring. Bleary, with one of those buzz-saw hangovers that only champagne can cause, I could see that he was large, hairy, and...ALEC BALDWIN!
What a brilliant way to start the New Year and the new decade!
As my faithful readers know, one of my long-held desires is to bed the incomparable Alec Baldwin, star of "30 Rock" and the new movie "It's Complicated." Like a fine merlot, he has only improves with age.
But, as my faithful readers also know, I had the misfortune of sneezing on his suede jacket during a recent LA-NY flight whilst sitting in the adjoing seat.
I paid the dry-cleaning bill and sent an apologetic note (with a suggestive twist) but I did not hear back.
Then on New Year's Eve, I was invited to an A-List party by a host whose name I cannot disclose. It was a smashing affair. Which I in turn thought led to a smashing affair. Yes, I drank far too much Krug champagne, and one of my beautiful breasts fell out of my Oscar de la Renta dress, causing much merriment. After that, the night is a bit of a...blur, for lack of a better word.
New Year's Day I awoke in my own bed to the sound of a man snoring. Bleary, with one of those buzz-saw hangovers that only champagne can cause, I could see that he was large, hairy, and...ALEC BALDWIN!
What a brilliant way to start the New Year and the new decade!
At last, one of my most important wishes had been granted! He lay face down. Containing an urge to giggle with girlish glee, I leaned my naked body over his, and woke him up by gently blowing in his ear.
"Alec, dahling," I whispered in my most seductive tones.
He sat up, and I could not suppress a scream of suprise.
It was not Alec Baldwin, it was...it was DANIEL BALDWIN!
Oh my God, I had slept with the wrong Baldwin, the "Celebrity Rehab" Baldwin, one of the LESSER Baldwins. Daniel sat bolt upright and stared at me.
"Are you the hooker I asked for?" he said.
"I most certainly am NOT," I snapped. "What were you doing at an A-List celebrity party, I would like to know!"
"I, uh, came with some friends. Do you have any Jack Daniels?"
"No!" I drew the pink silk sheet protectively over myself. "I will thank you to leave, Mr. Baldwin, at once." I rang for the maid. Octavia rushed in a moment later, and took in the situation.
"Te has puesto a sí mismo en problemas con otro perdedor, perra. Y es el 'Celebrity Rehab' Baldwin,"she muttered.
"Shut up, you clot. I can speak Spanish. Get his clothes at once and show the gentleman out. NOW."
Mr. Baldwin stood up slowly, rubbing his head. "Okay, babe. I don't pay for pussy anyway."
"GET OUT!"
Grumbling, he dressed and took his leave. I fell back in bed, my temples throbbing, filled with disappointment. Thank goodness for small favors--at least it wasn't Stephen Baldwin.
So now I have a goal for 2010. I am setting my vintage feathered cap for Alec Baldwin. And this time I will stay sober enough to know which Baldwin I'm with!
One supposes there is a valuable life lesson in there somewhere, but damned if I know what it is.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
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