Forget Rosie, Hire Helene!

boygeorge.jpgI’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but I’ve been checking out Rosie’s video blogs, which she records right before taping The View, and I can’t get enough of her quirky stylist Helene. Ok, so that’s not Helene with Rosie—it’s Boy George—but how could I resist posting a picture like that? You can see Helene here on Rosie’s personal flikr page (she’s the one in the middle) or check out Wednesday’s blog in which Helene, in her aviators and model-esque haircut, chows down on a gigantic drumstick—for breakfast.

If The View were smart they’d snatch this lady up and put her on air. Everyone knows stylists hear the best gossip and according to Ro, Helene’s worked with Edie Falco, Mariah Carey, Susan Sarandon, Liam Neeson, Jamie Lynn Sigler, and the freakin’ Queen of Jordan.

Also: Just becuase you spent the last half hour going through all 388 of Rosie’s personal pictures doesn’t mean you’re sad, weird, or voyeuristic. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
(AP Photo/Ed Bailey)

Tats Hot

jc.jpgTV Guide cover boy Justin Chambers (a former Rocklander) told the magazine all about his brooding character on Grey’s Anatomy and about his every-man existence in real life (fun fact: his childhood nickname was “Juddybird�).
But, for the moment, let’s focus on his tats. That’s right, the 36-year-old former model has seven—count them—seven different marks. As TV Guidesays, “If you want to know what’s important in Justin Chambers’ life, ask him to take off his shirt”…trust me, I tried, he won’t return my calls.

On his right arm
—The names of his wife and children
—The word “death” drawn in a way that looks like “life” when viewed upside down
—A ring of fire inspired by the Johnny Cash song

Across his chest
—A bluebird and a cardinal (the latter is the state bird of Indiana and Ohio, where his family is from)

On his shoulder blades:
—Four running ponies that he calls “my four fillies”

On his back
—A design that appears to be a door with a knocker shaped like a lion’s head. “My wife’s last name is Leon, and the door leads into the ‘chambers,'” he explains.
—A giant No. 7. “It’s known as the lucky number in Vegas, “Chambers says, “but it’s know as the number of perfection in biblical terms.” It also happens to be the exact number of people in his family.

(AP Photo/Danny Moloshok)

Suburbarazzi Explores a Brave New World: Broadcast Television

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Because we’re on the cutting edge here at The Journal News, not only can you get celebrity gossip via this blog, but you can also get your fix by way of the Regional News Network (Channel 19 in Westchester and Rockland if you have Cablevision, some other channel if you live elsewhere and have other cable companies.). Between 6:30 and 7:00 tonight, join us in laughing at Robert Zeliger as he sits down to chat with anchor Paul Mueller about Donald Trump, The Sopranos, Denzel Washington, and more. First person to get the clip up on YouTube wins.

Win a date with Richard Gere!

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Quick! You only have 7 days 4 hours and 35 minutes to beat out “bigbidder” for a rendezvous with the ravishing Richard Gere. Charitybuzz, which holds online auctions for nonprofit agencies, lists Gere as Lot# 3601. The bidding began on March 20th at $200 and is already up to $13,500.

The dreamy date will take place at Gere’s new Bedford inn, which is scheduled to open this fall. Gere, wife Carey Lowell, and business partner Russell Hernandez, bought the 14-acre site at 954 Old Post Road—home to the former Hoppfield’s Inn—for $2.7 million January 2006. Gere, a Pound Ridge resident, plans to renovate the beat up building into a 125-seat restaurant and a nine-room inn, complete with a yoga studio, bar, cafe, and horse trails.inn.jpg

It will be the perfect place to discuss the Dalai Lama over a cup of joe before hopping on a stallion and riding him into the sunset. No, not that stallion…the horse. I’m talking about the horse.

(L-R: AP Photo/Rajesh Nirgude; Rory Glaeseman/TJN)

It’s Ro’s Birthday! Happy SuburbaRosie Day!

rosieday.jpgForty-five years ago, on this—the 21st day of March—a tiny star ignited in the magical kingdom of Queens. And this star was called, according to wikipedia.org, Roseann Teresa O’Donnell. Roseann drifted and flickered and faded poignantly, as sad celestial vagrants do until, 44 years later, a dazzling galaxy named Suburbarazzi emerged from the blogosphere and landed with a bang in LoHudLand. The result was spectacular.

Rosie, over the past year we’ve been through a lot together. Without your fiery feuds with The Donald, and Oprah, and Star, and Elisabeth Hasselbeck, and, well, everyone else, we’d have about as many hits as Juggling Acts. I guess, what we’re really trying to say is: Dearest Rosie, without you there would be no us. So, in honor of the miraculous day of your birth, we hereby declare this National SuburbaRosie Day. Please, take the day off. Blog. Write cryptic poetry. Hang upside down. We will commemorate the day with multiple posts in your honor and, of course, a 50 Koosh salute.

Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…
Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…
Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…
Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…
Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…

Thank you, Rosie. Thank you. And Happy 45th.

Clinton brings NYC up to speed

billspin.jpgButt been a bit droopy lately? Don’t worry, for a single payment of $2,300 you too can have a bottom as bouncy as Bill’s. Just slip into some sexy spandex and meet him at Manhattan’s SoulCycle Thursday night, where he’ll be speaking to a spinning class about the importance of affordable health care and—of course—raising money for the boss lady’s campaign. Afterward Ruth Zukerman, one of the studio’s owners, says she’ll entice Bill to take part in a 45-minute “freedom ride” by playing some Rolling Stones. Bill, however, will be too busy reading the next chapter of How to Run a Political Fundraiser, by Richard Simmons. It has New York Times Best Seller written all over it.

R.I.P. Marcheline Bertrand

jolie1.jpgAfter a long battle with cancer, Angelina Jolie’s mother, Marcheline Bertrand, died Saturday at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, the Associated Press reports. She was 56.

Bertrand, a former actress best known for her roles in Lookin’ to Get Out and The Man Who Loved Women, raised Jolie and her brother James Haven after divorcing from actor Jon Voight in 1978. Three years later, Bertrand purchased a home at 182 Woods Road in Sneden’s Landing, a few miles from where Jolie attended elementary school in Orangeburg.

According to a statement released by the family, Jolie, Haven, and Jolie’s boyfriend Brad Pitt were with Bertrand when she passed away. A private funeral is planned and the family is asking that in lieu of flowers, donations be made to the Women’s Cancer Research Institute at Cedars-Sinai.

(L-R: Marcheline Bertrand, Angelina Jolie, and Jaqueline Bisset in 2001. Photograph courtesy of the Associated Press/Kevork Djansezian)

Exclusive: Fink No Longer Flippin’

jimmy finkMy collegue Jeanne Muchnick just got word that Jimmy’s Great American Pancakes (925 Saw Mill River Rd.; Ardsley) may either be closing its doors or getting bought out. The retro diner, opened by Mitty Carpenito and my favorite 107.1 The Peak DJ Jimmy Fink, barely made it to its half birthday. Although I’m sad to see it go, I’d rather hear Jimmy’s voice on the radio than behind the counter any day.

R.I.P. Jimmy’s Great American Pancakes.

(photo by Seth Harrison/TJN)

Rosie O may have finally come to her senses

Could Rosie O’Donnell be leaving The View? A “well-placed source” tellsrosie1.jpg The New York Daily News, “Rosie could be gone within six months. She’s grown tired of the daily dramas with her co-hosts and the crew. She wants to spend more time with her family.” Supposedly, FX has offered Rosie her own sitcom, a spinoff of “Nip/Tuck,” in which she would play a plastic surgery clinic owner. But does the reason she’s leaving really matter? We all know she’s just searching for an excuse to get as far away as possible from Elisabeth Hasselbeck. Because once Rosie’s moved on, she can start writing cryptic poems about what she really thinks of the show’s token republican. We suggest a haiku:

Blondie sits pretty.
Tries to talk; no one listens.
Her head is empty.

Of course both sides are denying the rumors. But then again, so did Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey and we all know how that turned out.