Deborah Bradley told NBC’s Today that she consumed a crapload of wine and was drunk as a snaggle-toothed sailor the night her baby Lisa vanished Oct. 4, but wait: “No, no… I don’t think alcohol changes a person enough to do something like that,” she insists. Uh, to do something like what, honey?
The trailer trash broad told authorities she last checked on Lisa at 10:30 p.m., but now fesses that she was lying: She actually forgot about her kid after 6:40 p.m.
The father of the child, Jeremy Irwin—note the different last name from the mamer’s—returned home from a night shift as an electrician to discover the home’s front door unlocked, house lights blazing, a window tampered with and the baby gone. Authorities have searched the family’s neighborhood, nearby wooded areas, a landfill and abandoned homes. Police said they have no suspects or major leads.
Deborah also has two sons, ages 6 and 8, who claim they heard noises at home the night Lisa disappeared, which could as easily have been mama tripping across the kitchen to look for another box of the good stuff. Bradley said on Today that attention should not be focused on her, but instead on finding her baby. Nice try. What a horror story.
Mind you, Missouri is among the states that restricts gays from adopting or becoming foster parents. It also has introduced a bill that would make it illegal for gays to adopt. And yet… Bradley is the mother of three. Enough said.
In an interview with New York magazine, Heroes actor Zachary Quinto came out of the closet, casually citing his sexuality amid a discussion of his recent eight-month stint in Angels in America, playing Louis Ironson, a man who abandons his AIDS-stricken boyfriend.
Quinto called his role in the revival of the Pulitizer Prize-winning play “the most challenging I’ve ever done as an actor and the most rewarding,” adding that it opened his eyes. “As a gay man, it made me feel there’s still so much work to be done, and so many things that need to be looked at and addressed.”
He again refers to himself as gay later in the story, when asked about the bullying and suicide of gay teen Jamey Rodemeyer: “Again, as a gay man, I look at that and say there’s a hopelessness that surrounds it, but as a human being I look at it and say, Why? Where’s this disparity coming from, and why can’t we as a culture and society dig deeper to examine that? We’re terrified of facing ourselves.”
Apparently, speculation about Quinto’s sexuality has been rampant since the 34-year-old actor rose to fame on Heroes. In in interview in The New York Times last year, he avoided the topic, saying he “prefers not to feed the rumor mill with either substantiation or dismissal.”
Quinto, also known playing for Spock in the millennial Star Trek franchise, has played a gay on Tori Spelling’s TV comedy So NoTORIous and in FX’s current American Horror Story. His next movie is financial thriller Margin Call, opening Friday.
What have I been missing all these years? Wow, pro athletes may be dumb by the lot, and overpaid for sure, but I see that they actually do offer some good for mankind, after all. Who knew?
It was looking tentative for a while there for “Someone Like You,” the melancholy my-man-done-me-wrong song from Adele, her U.S. follow-up to “Rolling in the Deep.” Simply, radio simply refused to stop playing the previous hit—which spent seven weeks at No. 1—making it next to impossible for “Someone” to gain enough critical mass to triumph on the singles chart (if you’re old enough to remember Duncan Sheik’s 1996 “Barely Breathing,” you might recall that the same phenomenon made him a bitter one-hit wonder).
But thanks to the power of the people, downloads totaling 2 million catapulted “Someone” up the singles chart. It has been No. 1 on the digital download chart for two weeks—finally convincing radio to play catch up. The ballad is at last No. 2 on the Billboard Airplay chart (behind former Hot 100 No. 1 “Moves Like Jagger”/Maroon 5 & Christina Aguilera)… giving Adele enough ammunition to reach the summit.
Adele keeps racking up chart-breaking records in 2011: She is one of only four lead artists to have two or more 2-million sellers in 2011 and the second British female artist in digital history to achieve the same record… not to mention everything she’s already achieved with album 21.
And just wait until Grammy time. As a NARAS voter, I just got my first ballot for the year’s contenders. You better believe I’ll do my part to ensure that Adele walks across the stage again and again.
While I love “Someone Like You,” I still prefer “Set Fire To the Rain,” her second European single from 21. With its robust, classic Brit-pop production (and a killer remix), I hope that’s due next in the States.
Below is Adele’s jaw-dropping live performance of “Set Fire”—which combines production of the album version with elements of the remix—from the U.K.’s Graham Norton Show. You’ll have no trouble understanding why it has been viewed on Youtube more than 5 million times.
Miss me much? Even amid the heart-wrenching separation from my partner of 10 years two weeks ago, I have tried to maintain at least one post a day on my pal The Smoking Nun. Today, I have been working on a freelance assignment of such gargantuan proportion that I actually missed my deadline—something that no matter how much I might procrastinate here and again, I never allow to happen (I got an extension until noon Saturday, thank heavens).
This gig was a godsend, distracting me from being a sad sack, post D-I-V-O-R-C-E, and I have been working like a madman, writing 100 mini bios for a trade publication, which became much more labor intensive than I imagined because of a vile battle with Excel. Who the hell ever deemed that the industry standard for spreadsheets? It could not be more user-unfriendly.
I was at my desk at 5:15 this morning and now, 17 hours later, I have at last finished the draft, et al. Saturday I’ll start anew, giving all a crisp proof, edit and critical read before I send it away. If I successfully deliver, this could lead to semi-regular assignments—essential now that I’ve lost the rent $$$ from my partner. My career as a freelance journo is launching into uber-mega-high-hustle gear. I’ve also renewed my commitment to mystery shopping. There you have my two cents for the day, cool cats.