Former Sears employee Katherine Jackson, 80, as she appeared on Tuesday at a preliminary hearing in the case of propofol doc Conrad Murray, who, according to testimony, didn’t know CPR.
Mother Jackson, a polio survivor, receives $26,804 monthly from Michael Jackson’s estate as her personal allowance (separate from what is provided for his children, and other earnings).
She isn’t spending it on clothes, as seen in this airline blue pantsuit from Macy’s Hillary Clinton Collection. She is followed by daughter La Toya, 54, who looks like she just caught a glimpse of her future.
This unfortunate-looking hooligan is neo-Nazi John Ditullio, 23, accused of murder in Florida, where a judge has ordered that for the duration of his trial, the court will pay up to $150 a day to cover the schmendrick’s face and neck tattoos, so as not to prejudice the jury on his character.
What did he want people to think when he got a swastika tattooed on his neck? That he was into knitting, baking cupcakes and reading Doris Lessing novels?
I know that when I had barbed wire tattoos put on my face, I hoped it would make everyone aware of my love for 19th Century French poetry and my taste for blue crystal vases.
Prosecutors say the covering of the tats allows him to hide the Nazi affiliations they claim drove him to murder, and his own attorneys claim its unnecessary.
Hopefully, some artfully applied Lancome will drive him to something more appropriate, like sales at Nordstrom Rack.
Ditullio is accused of stabbing 17-year-old Kristopher King to death, and attacking Patricia Wells, a neighbor, who claims she was targeted because she invited black friends to her home.
No word on whether they were going to have him shave his beard, so the jury doesn’t think he’s a douchebag.
I thought I’d seen everything, particularly after last night, until I woke up to find that Chexydecimal’s former London Bureau Chief Andy had unearthed this terrifyingly amusing TV fossil and Bette Davis treasure… an unaired 1965 sitcom pilot, “The Decorator.” What?!
Aaron Spelling (deceased TV producer, giant house builder and father of Tori) once had the brainstorm to stick Bette Davis into a sitcom. Hilarious. Too bad they forgot to add a catchy theme song. It’s amusing enough just watching her smoke.
What if Margo Channing were a broke decorator and lived with character actress Mary Wickes as her “maid”? People would talk, but apparently, they figured people wouldn’t watch — it never aired. Ed Begley Sr. plays a yelling Oklahoma oilman. Writer Mart Crowley went on to pen “The Boys in the Band.”
All three parts are posted here for your convenience. Fasten your seat belts.
Part two starts off a little wonky. Here comes Margo.
Part three… I thought sure she’d murder the kid. The ending is eerily similar to the end of “Baby Jane,” made in ’62.
It was a close call this week, what with Bill O’Reilly being such a putz, but he’s ALWAYS a putz, so it’s David Arquette.
If you’re separating from your wife of ten years, who is a mega-millionaire TV star, why go on Howard Stern and talk about your affair(s)? One needs publicists for handling such inquiries. You shouldn’t roll out of bed, take a hit of pot, and go live on Sirius. Bad form, that.
Plus, he further damaged the already tainted name of his floozie, that Jasmine woman (Jasmine should be a catchall name for the “other woman”), by telling people where his privates have been… when that should really be private.
Most pre-nups go bye-bye after 10 years, looks like he’s going to miss that boat.
Hopefully, he and Courteney Cox (annoying name) can stay, um, friends.
Fun Fact: Arquette is the grandson of Cliff Arquette, better known as Charley Weaver, whom Boomers recall from “Hollywood Squares.”
Fourteen years since her mysterious murder, JonBenet’s brother, Burke, is reportedly being interviewed by Boulder cops, who want to see if he remembers anything new. He’s now 23.
Patsy Ramsey died in 2006. John Ramsey began dating Beth Holloway Twitty, mother of the missing Natalee.
The Ramsey parents were officially cleared in the death in 2008, based on “new DNA evidence” recovered from JonBenet’s clothing — the type of analysis used had not existed at the time of the murder.
Teresa Lewis was executed in Virginia this morning, the first woman executed there in over 100 years (she arranged for the killing of her husband and stepson).
Lindsay Lohan was sent to jail for the third time. (She took drugs. )
Robert Rizzo, former City Manager of Bell, California is taken away in handcuffs after being arrested for being the ringleader of an inflated salary ring of city employees that drained the coffers of the town.
You may remember him as the Mayor of Munchkinland.
Paris Hilton appears to lick the last of some coke off her teeth in a Las Vegas courtroom this morning, where the wayward heiress copped a plea to avoid jail time for her “not my purse” cocaine possession.
She’ll pay a $2,000 fine (her purses cost more, without drugs in them), and serve 200 hours of community service.
That hot sphinx of the bench, Judge Marsha Revel, has recused herself from the Lindsay Lohan case, after the prosecuting attorney was about to bust her ass for allegedly fiddling with persons involved in the case without discussing it with the attorneys, reports TMZ.
She’ll now be able to follow her dream of working the Estee Lauder counter at Macy’s, where she can share her beauty tips with the hoi polloi.
Somewhere, in a lonely rehab in West L.A., a little freckled girl is laughing.
