Our future husband Mickey Rourke was nominated for an Oscar this morning. Have ya heard?

His performance in “The Wrestler” is genius — heartbreaking and tough.

It’s a tough category, lead actor, but we hope Hollywood will acknowledge his rebirth and put him over the top. We love his big weirdness, even with the challenged coif he is sporting of late. We also love his little puppies.

Delightful, setting the tone for the entire day!

Hooray, something to live for! There will definitely be a Sex in the City movie sequel.

Our heart soars like a hawk!!!!!

See, it WAS the bad hair part that scotched her deal here.

If you wanna represent a state like New York, you gotta have better hair.

The election night dress ruined with cardigan, the over-blinged inauguration ceremony suit in the color of bile, and the wedding/prom fluff that she wore to the balls.

It’s a trifecta of misjudgment from a First Lady who otherwise has gotten it fairly right for a long time.

For sure, we know she’s taking her own fashion counsel. 

What to say, what to say…..it will come to us.

Sigh, it wasn’t exactly the fashion forward ensemble we had hoped. It looked heavy and made her look heavy and altho it was cold, it still looked too spangly-clunky to make it happen for us.

The color was tough. Perhaps better on her and in person.

But we hoped for something a little less traditional or something. We look forward to seeing tonight’s gown.

Not overwhelmed yet by any of the Michelle Obama inaugural togs. Didya see the Beyonce coat onstage at the Mall concert? Michelle needs one of those, not that dowager camel coat she had on. HELLO. Classic and proper, but not terribly chic.

We are crossing our fingers for Tuesday, which is like her Super Bowl. Godspeed and may the force of Coco be with you.

We are a deep fan of Bigfoot. Call him Yeti, Sasquatch, etc. We love him/it in all incarnations.

Imagine our great surprise when we discovered, for sale, a Bigfoot Garden Yeti sculpture, available from that Useless Expensive Crap People Don’t Need Catalogue that they stick in the seatbacks on planes.

Seriously, this is really good. And ya know, we probably DO need this. It’s such a good likeness, too.

$98.95 www.skymall.com

The perfect gift for the unabashed weirdos in your life — and hopefully there are many!!!!!

Whilst frozen and snow-covered, our thoughts turned (rightly) to spring fashion. We are in love, love, love with the Nanette Lepore for spring. Kinda girly, kinda gypsy, sweet and fresh.

We cannot wait to be warm and pretty. Let the pre-ordering begin!!!!!!

So, we are super in love with the weirdness that is Mickey Rourke. We hope he calls us. He can bring his little dogs over anytime. We’d like to work a little bit with his fashion. But that can wait. Right now, its just pure love and admiration for his worldview. 

In other Golden Globe musings: WTF was that mouse Renee Zellweger wearing? She looked like Miss Kitty from “Gunsmoke.” She usually doesn’t make mistakes but this time. Ick. 

We thought Drew Barrymore was perfection in the confection of a dress. She just radiates light these days. 

J-Lo looked very glam-slam in that gold dress, although it seemed out of step with their current culture of the country, our national mood. We wonder if the rumors of trouble in her marriage are true? We always thought her little hubbie left a lot to be desired — and that is being nice. Given his previous split and the way he handled that.

So let this all be a lesson about second chances and self-reinvention. Mickey Rourke won a Golden Globe last night for his great film “The Wrestler.”

He’d be given up upon by nearly everyone in Hollywood. Granted he’s an odd duck. But he’s also a genius actor and he proved it in a gritty and bittersweet performance.

We urge you to see the movie — and ponder Mickey’s return. There’s always tomorrow, another try, another dance. 

You can’t change the past but you damned for sure can change the future.  Do it like Mickey!

We’re watching the Golden Globes and also acknowledging the Amy Winehouse split.

Sometimes we walk around the house saying “Black Incarcerated” in that cockney spur just for grins. 

He looked skinny and grimy, like Amy. Their whole relationship was based on drugs: WHO KNEW?

Let’s hope the both get cleaned up. And she gets better hair, makeup and flats.  Those grubby little elf shoes she insists on wearing are giving us total footwear hives. Seriously.

This is a big fashion moment. She has the power to set a new tone in dour and fashionally challenged Washington.

Whaddya think? Who gets the nod?

Crazy is as crazy does…. 

You’re indicted and you’re quoting Tennyson?

Dude….give it up.

If we were Roland Burris, we’d just stake a tent outside the capitol and stage a sitdown in protest. Seriously. Invite Kanye West over or Diddy or maybe Jesse Jackson, who is good at raising the angst on injustice.

The Obama camp will likely to anything to avoid a shitstorm on the eve of the inaugural. So Camp Burris seems a great idea. It just might get him in.

So, the incoming prez wants a TV doctor to be his surgeon general. A president with a popular culture fetish? WE LOVE IT. It pays to elect a dude in his 40s. 

Since the SG job is largely ceremonial, we say rock on! Sanjay Gupta is an actual doctor an also cuter than anyone else in the Obama administration thus far and we’re all for an attractive cabinet. Plus, he’s a good communicator and so we think it’s an inspired choice. Plus, he’s Indian and he adds to the rainbow, so there you go.

If we could get like Robert Downey Jr. for drug czar — cause he’s also cute and has experience — that’d be awesome.

And a little devilish. We’re sad to see him bow out of the Obama cabinet. Washington needs more “characters” and fewer khaki-wearing know-it-alls. 

Sigh. Wonder if he did something truly bad? Wonder who will replace him? 

And while we are wondering: Wonder who will design Michelle Obama’s inaugural dress? We hope she doesn’t ruin it with a cardigan.

Sad for the Travoltas

What happened to their son was a real tragedy. We sure are sad for their loss.

If we had an office — and we don’t — we’d like to start a pool, betting on how many days it’ll take for Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson to split. Their rough week in Miami is a harbinger of things to come.

Are drugs and booze involved? Check out the “Scene in the Tropics” column in the Miami Herald for a tip.

Very sad stuff. That Lindsay is pin thin — and she hasn’t done a movie in how long? It’s not looking good for her future. 

We think she’ll be back on the boys — tee — before we know it.

On Blago and Kathy Griffin

1. We’re not sure how you get to be governor of any state — even some creepy backwater one and not Illinois — and have the kind of cartoon hairdo that Blagojevich is sporting. It looks like either he’s channelling Beaver Cleaver or some sort of small rodent curled up and rotated on his head.

2. Candidly, we like throwing around the word “dick,” especially to describe people who act up. We also like that Kathy Griffin. She’s a terrific comic foil for that tight-assed blue-blood Anderson Cooper (and we honestly like him, too). Frequently we’ve been known to mutter: “What a freakin’ dickhead!” We mean it emphatically more than being vulgar. Say it with us: “What a dick!” Doesn’t it apply to a lot of people you know? Well, sure it does. We think people on national television, particularly on NYE, can forgive her the rowdy banter. Have ya seen her stand-up? Those CNN execs are idiots if they haven’t seen how she works. LOVE IT.

1. Buy those Louboutin’s that have been calling our name — and feel no fiscal shame.

2. Contact people who bug us and tell them, specifically, why. Smash the haters.

3. Buy more dance music so our mobile disco can be uber-festive, like a rolling gay bar. Sublime.

4. Kiss a lot more

5. Invest in exotic cheese

6. Get a retread on the tits; vacuum our upper arms

7. Buy a child — that looks like us — online; or just steal one from Walmart (from one of those haggard families who just have too many)

8. Don’t do things we don’t like; just say no (thank-you)

9. Order nicer candles, underwear, towels and make-up

10. Call up people we haven’t seen in years and say, “Bitches: Whassup?”  Or just call em.

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