Debbie Daly? Maybe, Just Maybe

So Stuck in the '80s stud Steve Spears is strutting around all cocky and googly-eyed today. You see, after an in-house interview yesterday, '80s pop sensation Deborah Gibson hugged the big goof --but all I got was a stiff, lousy handshake. However, as the following video proves, the real connection was actually made between Daly and Gibson, who work up such hot chemistry during the chat, it's amazing we didn't just attack each other on the rickety table.

Anyway, here's the VIDEO of our interview.

And here's another hot picture. And here's Spears bragging. The podcast should be up on iTunes real soon.

Gibson + Daly + Spears = Podcast Magic

Just had a sizzling sit-down interview with the incandescent Deborah Gibson (I just called her "Gibson"), who was visiting the St. Pete Times on a promotional tour. As part of an upcoming Stuck in the '80s podcast/video spectacular, Steve Spears and I talked with the '80s sensation-turned-Broadway star for about 45 minutes in the studio.

I thought Steve's head was gonna explode when he asked her about posing for Playboy. She was totally toying with him, too -- then, after dishing about the nudity, she told a saucy tale of Playboy Mansion mayhem. Hot, very hot. Especially since she looks drop-dead gorgeous in person, about 10 years younger than her 37. Her secret? She's never tried drugs, alcohol or smokes. (Me? I did all those things on the way to work this morning.)

Anyway, Gibson is promoting a series of projects (including a monthlong run at Harrah's in Atlantic City). She also has some new songs ready to record, so a comeback album could be on the horizon. The video of our chat will probably go up before the actual podcast, so we'll keep you updated. Right now, I have to get the defibs for Spears.

Oh well, at least he'll go out with a smile on his face.

Questions for Debbie Gibson?

Tomorrow, for a very special taping of Stuck in the '80s, Deborah "Debbie" Gibson will be visiting the studio LIVE! IN PERSON!

The '80s pop princess is in town promoting a number of things, including a performance arts camp, an online reality show and her upcoming residency at Atlantic City's Harrah's Casino.

Spears and I are in a flop-sweaty froth about this. In fact, we just consumed large quantities of Thai food while excitedly preparing for this legendary interview. But we need your help.

So...WHO HAS QUESTIONS FOR DEBBIE GIBSON?

Odds & Ends & Money for Nothing

Not only did my Jonas Brothers profile hit the streets today (you can read that here), but it's printed on a Tiger Beat-tastic pull-out poster of the shaggy Jersey boys. (Huzzahs to designer Jessica Parker Gilbert, who embraced her inner 12-year-old.) I'm honored that my saucy prose will be littering junior-high lockers all over the great state of Florida. By the way, the hate mail is already starting to roll in. Maybe I'll try to run some of that on Hate Mail Friday...

In not-even-closely-related news, Mark Knopfler will be playing Ruth Eckerd Hall on Wednesday, July 30 at 8 p.m. I find that extremely exciting news. I'm a sucker for his solo work, his soundtracks (Wag the Dog is a vital part of my iPod "Chill-Out" mix) and, of course, his days with Dire Straits. Tickets go on sale this Friday at 10 a.m. Call (727) 791-7400 or go to ticketmaster.com. If you see me in the crowd, come say hello.

Miley Cyrus Picture Scandal (Or Not)

The St. Petersburg Times ran a quote in today's paper from Miley Cyrus (aka Hannah Montana), addressing "controversial" pictures that recently appeared on the Internet. These are the snapshots RIGHT HERE, which are not so controversial after all (although that blond could be trouble in the future).

This was Miley's quote: "It's two girls at a sleepover, and if all of a sudden that's bad, then what is the world coming to?"

In yesterday's paper, we predicted who would be the major newsmakers in '08. I picked the 15-year-old Cyrus, mainly because she'll continue her record-setting concert tour plus she has a movie coming out, which is gonna be a ticket-gobbling monster. The heat will only get worse for her -- the tabs and paps are digging for dirt on Cyrus for sure. But I say Miley does just fine -- although, really, lose that blond friend. She's bad news waiting to happen.

New Nose or Same Schnoz?

A few weeks ago, I snarked about Disney cutie Ashley Tisdale getting deviated septum surgery. I didn't buy her "health reasons" excuse for a second. A nose job is a career-killer, I lamented, pointing out Ashlee Simpson and Jennifer Grey as examples. Tisdale, who's the legal age of 22, is popular because of her flaws, lousy singing voice included. She's different from the other princesses.

Well, the post-op pix courtesy of US are now coming in. (Here's another one.) If you'll please consult the before and after snaps on the left, you'll see her shooter has indeed decreased in size. Same basic shape, mind you, just a little smaller. But what's really disturbing is that she looks like she also had an eye job -- and a lousy one at that. One eye looks droopier than the other, like she was left in the microwave too long.

Something went down, and it wasn't good. I can already feel my stalker urges subsiding. That's too bad. I really had a good time being obsessed with Ashley.

Clooney Brush-O-Matic 5000!

Greetings, Sean Daly fans! He totally bailed on you guys. I'm Stephanie, and I'll attempt to fill in while he gorges on crustaceans and murky Pilsner in a seedy Maryland pub.  You miss him, true, but don't be shy with comments. I'm nice!

Vitals: I'm a blogger at the Snack Pack. I write for the St. Pete Times. I have a great shoe collection. And most importantly, I'm a chick who plans to finally get some pics of dudes on this horndoggley blog!

But to ease in, we'll start with Sean's fave, Ashley Tisdale. Her mug graces this money pit product: TOOTH TUNES - the toothbrush that sings for two minutes while you scrub your nasty yellows. Listen. I am NOT-YOUR-FRIEND in the morning. I need gentleness. Low lighting.  I need, only briefly... adult contemporary. In the arms of the angel. Far away from here.

Not, "SHALALALALA DON'T STOP NOW, DON'T TRY TO HIDE IT HOW, YOU WANT TO KISS THE GIRL."  No, Ash. I'm not making out with anyone at 0-dark-thirty. I need Diet Coke first, and something chocolate. Then we can talk.

Other Tooth Tunes varieties:

Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul (Because your face looks fug without makeup)
Beach Boys - Fun Fun Fun (WHATEVER)
Destiny's Child - Survivor (Of chronic tooth decay, after you quit brushing altogether)
Vanessa Hudgens - Come Back to Me (In about three hours when the sun is up)
Corbin Bleu - Push it to the Limit (Or heave it off the balcony in a fit of rage)
KISS - Rock and Roll All Night (Instead of brushing and going to bed. Dance on bars! Kiss the girl!)

NO. I want... I want George Clooney in my toothbrush, whispering sweet nothings: "Morning, Steph. You look radiant. I really think that blemish went down overnight. You may not need the concealer today. Don't brush your hair. Just tousle it a little. You need to love YOU, flaws and all. I do. Now go make it a Clooney kinda day! Kisses, babe. Talk at PJ time!"

That, I would buy.

No, No, Nose Job! The Career Killer

According to USA Today, my future third ex-wife Ashley Tisdale, 22, has gotten a nose job. This saddens me a great deal. My #1 tween-pop obsession, aka Sharpay in High School Musical, is pulling the whole "deviated septum" medical necessity nonsense.

"The older I got, the worse it got," she said. "I didn't do this because I believe in plastic surgery. I did this to help my health."

I'm not buying it.

The thing I like about Ashley is that her flaws are so damn adorable. The pointy schnoz, the warbly singing voice, the bad acting. The maniacal Disney machine has let her be a bit of a dork -- albeit a terribly cute dork. But now, with the new honker, she's Ashlee Simpson, she's Jennifer Grey. If you're already an established star -- established on the quirks that made you, no less -- the new nose thing is a career-killer. You basically have a new, less-interesting face than the one people fell in love with.

Wow, I've obviously put way too much thought into this.