‘Lost’ star Evangeline Lilly has made a quite a splash these past few weeks, showing up at a Sci Fi convention in Pasadena, now on the cover of Flare magazine on newsstands today across her homeland Canada, and set to grace the cover of April's Los Angeles magazine.
But how can you see Evangeline making a splash in person? Tabloid Baby cohort Doug Bruckner has gone to Hawaii and back to find out. He’s used his extensive island connections (see below) to reveal that Lost is filmed at Waimanalo Beach on the island of Oahu. And although Evangeline told Doug at the Sci Fi Summit that she hates stripping down on the show, her favorite place to get sand in her bikini is the island’s Kailua Beach!
Kailua is one of the most popular beaches on Oahu’s east shore, also known as the Windward Coast. Evangeline told Doug at the Sci Fi Summit that a photographer once tried to snap her there, but that she chased him away! Her costar Matthew Fox says that before they gained worldwide fame, cast members used to go “skinny-dipping at 2 a.m.,” but he didn’t say where.
Evangeline, a native of cold Fort Saskatchewan, Canada, may love the beach for tanning her skin, but she can’t stand shooting there. She says noise from the wind and waves drown out almost all of the Lost dialogue, so all their dialogue has to be looped on a soundstage.
Tabloid Baby “Thumb Guy” Doug Bruckner promises more Lost scoops—and he’s got the sources. Before he gained fame with a new generation of Internet and Lost fans, before his illustrious career as a tabloid television titan (exploits that can be found in the definitive history of the genre, Tabloid Baby), before his acclaimed, award-winning career as a reporter for KNBC-TV in its heyday, Doug was a reporter for KITV in Honolulu, Hawaii!
The USA has discovered Dr. Ruehl! The USA Network, that is, which is featuring cult television legend and rising mainstream personality Dr. Franklin Ruehl, Ph.D in its popular “Characters Welcome” ad campaign.
Newcomers to the Tabloid Baby universe know Dr. Ruehl as a runner up for Tabloid Baby’s person of the year for 2005. “The nuclear physicist turned public access cult hero is television’s most indefatigable and optimistic personality,” we wrote. “On the brief and lamented return of A Current Affair, he led a groundbreaking and historic Bigfoot expedition, and brought celebrity coverage to new heights. Dr. Ruehl is one of a kind, and television nabobs will one day realize it.”
Dr. Ruehl does not merely represent everything that's good and indefatigable about the show business spirit. He's an actual nuclear physicist with a degree from UCLA, a noted researcher and lecturer who somewhere along the line went off the beaten path and into the realms of the unknown-- dedicating his life and career to the scientific evidence for UFOs and ETs, paranormal phenomena, cryptozoological entities, enigmatic structures, anomalous entities, and anything else of an intriguing and unusual nature. 
The doctor sat at a desk in front of primitive green screen effects, and lectured on old sci fi movies, Biblical mentions of invisibility, and UFO sightings. When he took a break, instead of cutting to a commercial, the camera trained on a two-headed plastic dinosaur on his desk while the Doctor audibly sipped a glass of water. He came back, drove a straw through a potato, pointed at the camera and shouted, “May the power of the Cosmos… be with you! Yes! Yes! Yes!” as he and the desk flew off into the green screen cosmos.
The man who hosted one of the first four shows to debut on the Sci Fi Channel became a regular on the series, Strange Universe—one of the many television shows, from Jimmy Kimmel to Tom Green to Extra, that would make use of his talents. Most recently, he was a fixture on the retooled A Current Affair, crashing Hollywood premieres and leading the expedition into Manitoba, Canada to track down Bigfoot.
His work on the Bigfoot series led to the call from movie producer Jeremy Coon, who was in Portland, Oregon shooting The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang, and rewriting to base a character on the real Dr. Ruehl. A Current Affair producers planned visit to the film’s set— but the show was canceled! We do know the film includes a character named Dr. Artimus Snodgrass—played by Carl “Apollo Creed” Weathers! (Dr. Ruehl himself will star in the Frozen Pictures documentary feature, “Bigfoot! The Mystery of Norway House,” now in pre-production.)
Earlier this month, the USA Network taped a spot with the good doctor in Dallas, in which he drives not one but ten straws into a potato in one minute. 
And if some smart young network executive wants to hear the pitch for “Dr. Ruehl’s Dance Party”-- featuring an Amazon B-movie queen and an albino Yeti dancing in a cage— contact this site!
Ha! Geraldo Rivera’s old-style tabloid TV series, Geraldo At Large, is looking to the show it replaced in a last-ditch bid for survival.
With its tawdry mix of sex abuse, incest, rape, murder and consumer stories (and lacking A Current Affair’s sense of humour and ability to lead the news pack), the Geraldo show has been a turd in the ratings pool. In recent weeks, it’s been criticized for getting lower ratings than Affair, and for tawdry promo spots during prime time, family-oriented shows on Fox.
Unfortunately for Geraldo, Arthel has a habit of jumping aboard sinking ships, arriving at A Current Affair the Monday after the axing of her Good Day Live show, and now stepping onto Captain Geraldo’s Titanic tomorrow (a show they’ve resorted to promoting with images of the early-70s Geraldo, as they revive his Willowbrook retarded home expose), exactly a year after she joined the unexpectedly-murdered A Current Affair.
Ironically, Arthel had found her footing on A Current Affair in its final weeks, with her first-person coverage of the Katrina devastation in her hometown, New Orleans. TV veteran Arthel was shown for the first time without makeup, in very uncomfortable humid conditions, and more than once lost her composure in witnessing events in the place where she’d grown up. (She’s kept her stripped-down image with a New Orleans aid foundation-- first announced on this site-- called Arthel’s Angels.)
Geraldo, meanwhile, made a fool of himself during the Katrina tragedy. He showed up in New Orleans days late, grabbed babies from mothers in front of the Convention Center and held them up to the camera while blubbering on Sean Hannity's show, and then got into a nasty spat over his showboating with a woman from the New York Times.
You can go home again. Even when you're the sexy star of TV's hot sci fi hit. 
Evangeline, the girl from Fort Saskatchewan, has been making the most of her downtime from Lost, working endorsement deals and selling photos at the Sci Fi Summit in Pasadena. Tabloid Baby cohort Doug Bruckner, the legendary tabloid television correspondent, producer, writer and voice (now finding international success as the Internet Thumb Dude, Thumb Guy or Guy with The Thumb, met her there last weekend and found that Evangeline is taunted by the paparazzi and haunted by the prospect of stripping down for the show (something she does very well and that producers bank on). 
Meanwhile, for some reason, our story attracted the ire of some Lost fans who spend too much time on the Internet. They're apparently angered by our coverage of Evangeline's first convention appearance, and are flaming and debating on this site and Lost fan sites with hilariously hateful postings. 
And as a bonus to Lost fans out there, we found a site with some crazy photos of Lost's wild latina lesbina Michelle Rodriguez in a topless swim. We've been big fans of Michelle since her appearance in the classic film, Blue Crush.
St. Patrick's Day 2006 is a very special day for New Yorkers and America.
You remember the photo of his body being carried away, the modern-day Pieta, and since that time, many people have memorized the prayer he wrote and passed around. And since that day, his life, work, spirit and deeds have led many to declare that he should be canonized as a saint in his Roman Catholic Church.
Because of the Church’s attitude, many good Catholics say that Mychal is too good to be judged by its leaders; that he’s a people’s saint and that’s good enough.
Les Moonves is hell-bent on destroying CBS News.
It’s no coincidence that the command center of the CBS newsroom is a glassed-in space called “the fishbowl.” That’s where the producers and people behind the scenes live. And when the filter of the fishbowl is removed, little fishies like Mary Mapes occasionally float to the top.
And in on page 453, Chapter 38, “Don Simpson Meets Butterbean,” there’s a mention of our meeting with Les Moonves at his office in Television City. It was 1996. Les was still getting his feet wet as head of CBS Entertainment and we were with a couple of notable TV visionaries pitching to Les a new hybrid reality drama series, ripped from the headlines. 
Sigh. Ten years down the line and CBS is doing the show we pitched in prime time, after all, in the guise of 48 Hours Mystery, and Les is doing tabloid television, living tabloid television (since he probably broke a corporate ethics rule or two when he began an extramarital affair with a CBS News employee ((pictured above)), made her a star and married her), and now personally doing whatever he can to destroy the final links to the Tiffany Network’s Tiffany division of the Good Night COMMA and Good Luck era, and destroy CBS News.
Now we realize the networks have devalued the evening newscasts. NBC actually gave the spot to professional anchorman impersonator Brian Williams, and ABC immediately put half its Jennings succession team in harm’s way in Iraq— nearly killing him, while his partner went and got herself pregnant, showing how seriously she took her first potential year on the job. But still, when disaster strikes, we tend to tune into the Big Three, and we cringe at the thought of Katie Couric staying on the air for seventeen hours during the next 9/11, or even having a network news leader named “Katie.”
So here goes. One last suggestion: if you’re going to hire a woman from the Today Show, go with Ann Curry. She’s a reader. She’s aging better than Katie. And her ploy of wearing bright red lipstick one day, then transparent gloss lipstick the next, gives a reason to tune in.
Wow. Lost fans are everywhere.
Not so! We love Lost almost as much as we love American Idol. Of course, we address the issues that are in the media. And for the millions of Lost fans, “tabloid” is a good thing, because no other “mainstream" news outlet paid to get in and get those great comments from Evangeline!
Doug Bruckner, the Tabloid Baby cohort and legendary tabloid reporter, producer, writer and voice brought us the exclusive report. He, too, is a bit unsettled by the reaction of fans (and counts himself as one), and issued this statement:
Meanwhile, in respect to the millions of Lost fans out there, we’ve got an extra treat. We found a site that has some lovely unclothed photos of Evangeline’s costar on Lost, Emilie de Ravin. 
Mike Wallace, the grand old man of CBS News, the man who helped create modern television journalism, the star of the greatest tabloid television show in history, a man who knows the balance between entertainment and journalism, a man who could set George Clooney straight on what really went down in the so-called Golden Age of television, and, among many other distinctions, the man who tabloid television legend and renowned documentary director Eames Yates calls “Dad,” is retiring from “60 Minutes.”
Though he’s one of the most influential, important, and busiest television journalists, though he’s a worldwide star, Mike Wallace took the time to read the galleys of Tabloid Baby before its publication. And though its contents may have shed a less-than-flattering light on the media he helped invent, Mike Wallace once again told it like is, the consequences be damned. 
Read his words on the book jacket and on Tabloidbaby.com:
We’ve loved Ice Cube from the late Eighties, when NWA first scared the bejeezus out of us, even before we arranged to get him profiled on the CBS newsmagazine 48 Hours (see the story in Tabloid Baby, Chapter 11, Hollywood Babble On), and got an early, disconcerting look at Ice Cube's split persona. He scowled for the 48 Hours cameras, signed our 8x10 glossy with a big “F--- you!” but then, when the lights and cameras were off, enthused to the producer, “I’m gonna get profiled on 48 Hours! Just like Paul McCartney!” And then he giggled.
In tribute to his All-American universal roly-poly family appeal, and at the risk of coming off like the late Steve Allen, we hit a random Google search and found some of our favorite Ice Cube rapalong lyrics, perfect for those long drives with the family:
"No Vaseline"
"Black Korea"
"Horny Little Devil"
Have fun! Try your own Ice Cube lyric roulette. 
