Okay, this fitness craze has gone far enough when G’s swapped his beloved ‘full-fat’ Coke for a DIET Redbull. Geez what’s left? No smoking, no drinking, no cupcakes…Pretty soon  he’ll have nothing to live for…what’s next? Wom…no, never mind. I can’t even type that.

I generally don’t feel the need to comment on the man’s personal life and  I don’t really want to discuss the ‘hook-up heard round the world’…but if I get one more Google alert about that famewhore with the big yap, I’m gonna retch. I honestly could not care less what he or WHO he does while enjoying the ongoing carnival that is his life. If he had three wives and twelve children he’d still be the hottest thing on the planet. (And I thought that before the famewhores knew who he was. This fame thing's a double edged sword. I kind of miss the days of  “who’s Gerard Butler?”) I hope she’s enjoying her fifteen minutes of sleaze-tinged notoriety. G’s got friends in high places.

Anyway!

I’d like to thank G for surfacing today. (I agree, G. That shirt had too many buttons.) I just know he’s going back underground soon. I hope it’s to start shooting something. He’s got a few projects lined up and I know Thunder Run with Sam Worthington and Matthew McConaughey is supposed to be ‘in-production’ already. G’s at loose ends and gets into trouble when he’s not filming (and even when he is, if he’s filming in his own backyard. Oh! I crack myself up.) Hopefully the next one is ‘on location’ somewhere.

I’m waiting not so patiently for Coriolanus to roll into town so I can see it again and Machine Gun Preacher to come out on dvd so the rest of the WORLD can see that. (Don’t get me started.)

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