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Saturday Fluffernutter: Keef and his Dad; Juno Debachles; Avril Gives Britney a Smackdown

April 7th, 2007

All the Fluffy news about the worlds biggest nuts.

This is the story that I began the Fluffernutter for: this is the reason I ever wanted to start talking strange celebrity events. Kieth Richards this week said he snorted his fathers ashes: “He was cremated and I couldn’t resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow.” His father, Richards assured the interviewer, wouldn’t mind.

Meaning there are now two immortal Richards men. Assuming you believe the story, which I don’t. Sounds tome more like Richards thought he had a particularly dumb reporter on his line, then proved it.

The no publicity is bad publicity crowd should talk to the publicists over at CTV: has there been a worse TV debacle since Al Capone’s vault? First, the show time was changed to suit The Amazing Race. Not just changed, but shifted all over depending on where you live. Then they award a car on National TV, and tell the poor winners no dice. Now they say they are offering the non-winners a one year lease on the $20,000 vehicle. Thanks a lot!

While these two ‘winners’ seem like consummate whiners, could CTV have handled this any worse? A cheap Pontiac, and it’s too much for a major television station. Maybe they could have got Al Dubois to host the awards: it would have been far less embarrassing than having your hostess winning five Juno’s: that wasn’t awkward.

Avril Levine has never seemed too bright to me, but she got this one dead right:

“What’s happened to Britney[Spears] is all down to who she is as a person. If you want a piece of this business, you have to be able to deal with it. You can’t complain about the pressures, the paparazzi, the madness because that’s the job.”

Haven’t seen it yet? The ‘hilarious’ Alanis Morissette take of on The Black Eyed Peas “My Humps” video? Wait no more.

Instead of funny, I find it kind of ironic. Last decades NoTalentOverhyppedMediaDarling/Star parodying this decades NoTalentOverhyppedMediaDarling/Star.

But if Alanis wasn’t making fun of Fergie, what would she be doing? And yes, I would like fries with that.

Deeply sorry to hear of the death of director Bob Clark, who directed A Christmas Story, amongst others. Both Clark, and his 22 year old son Ariel, were killed when their car was struck by an unlicensed drunk on the Pacific Coast Highway:

In the wee hours of Wednesday morning, Bob, 67, and Ariel headed out; it’s unclear whether they were going to get something to eat or driving to Ariel’s Santa Monica apartment.

They had just driven a few blocks and were heading south on Pacific Coast Highway near the Bel-Air Bay Club at about 2:20 a.m. when a GMC Yukon swerved across the lane, striking their Infiniti Q-30 sedan head-on. Father and son were pronounced dead at the scene.

The driver of the sport utility vehicle, Hector Valazquez-Nava, 24, of Los Angeles and passenger Lydia Mora, 29, of Azusa were taken to UCLA Medical Center and treated for minor injuries. Valazquez-Nava was booked on suspicion of driving under the influence of alcohol, operating a motor vehicle without a driver’s license and gross vehicular manslaughter.

The Christmas Story may is one of the top three Christmas movies I have ever seen, and Bob Clark deserves to be well remembered for that alone.

Left to right, here’s R.D. Robb (Schwartz), Ian Petrella (Randy Parker), Peter Billingsley (Ralphie), Bob Clark (director/co-producer/co-writer), Scott Schwartz (Flick) and Zack Ward (Scut Farkus).


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