That’s right avid Buzz readers, I’m back with the second ever “Buzz Blog.” Trust me; I’m just as surprised as you are. If you didn’t catch the first blog (how dare you?) you can find it on this site. But don’t worry. I doubt you will be completely confused just because you missed the previous one. See, these blogs are a lot like the "Die Hard" movie series; they’re all loosely tied together, but you can pretty much get the point from each one.

Speaking of which, is anyone other than me still bitter over the fact that "Die Hard" did not win the Academy Award for Best Sound Effects Editing? I just can’t seem to let that one go.

Anyways, the majority of the country is already FREAKING OUT about the upcoming presidential election. Doesn’t everyone realize we have until November to decide this thing? All anyone can talk about is “Who is going to be the Democratic nomination?” or “Will the Republicans be able to compete in the election?” It’s getting old. But all of this election talk did get me thinking; if people across America get this excited about a bunch of different governors and senators from a bunch of different states, how excited would they get if actual celebrities were running for office? Think about it for a second…it’s not too ridiculous of an idea; they could actually win. You know that every woman in the nation would vote for George Clooney if he ran for president, hands down. That is already half the population. Plus, he will more than likely get some percentage of male votes (I’ll admit it, he’s a handsome man), which pretty much guarantees him the election. But Clooney’s not the only option. Do you think any other country in the world would mess with us if we voted in someone as crazy as Jack Nicholson to run America? Of course not, especially if they’ve ever seen "The Shining." Or what about Will Smith? The “Fresh Prince” would get plenty of votes. He could even have DJ Jazzy Jeff as his running mate.

However, my celebrity pick for the presidency would be Steve Carell. I personally feel "The Office" and "40 Year-Old Virgin" star would be a perfect fit to run the country. He’s very funny, and by all accounts appears to a nice and fairly intelligent guy. In fact, he even looks somewhat presidential. The most exciting part for me, though, is the off-chance that Carell would run the nation the same way he runs the Scranton Branch as Regional Manager of Dunder Mifflin on "The Office." Sure, we would be an extremely dysfunctional country, but at least it would be entertaining.

But Steve Carell is just my pick. There are plenty more possible celebrity candidates out there. So this request is for the vast number of celebs that read my blog: Start gearing up for the 2012 Presidential Election. I don’t care what party you run with, I just want to see if one of you can win. I want you to commit to becoming the next President of the United States, and then see how far you can go. Unless you’re Tom Cruise.

Let’s move on to TV. A new season of "The Bachelor" recently began on ABC. Now I do not watch "The Bachelor," because I think it’s stupid. This doesn’t mean it is a stupid show, it just means I don’t like it. It’s ok if you do, and it does not mean you are stupid. But I don’t like it. However, I have been seeing commercials in which they show-off the new Bachelor; it’s some British dude babbling about his search for love and all that stuff. But at the end of the commercial, he tells the camera (which is apparently supposed to be a gateway to the men of America), “I am here to steal your women.” Interestingly enough, I have yet to hear any American men complain.

Moving on. Sean Combs, Diddy, P. Diddy, or whatever his name is now, recently starred in a television adaptation of the Broadway play, "A Raisin In The Sun." Now I didn’t see this program, and my comments have nothing to do with it. I am just very confused about something. “The Artist Formerly Known as Puff Daddy” has changed his name A LOT over the years. Sean Combs has gone from Puff Daddy to P. Diddy to simply Diddy. This bothers me. Why would he change his name from Puff Daddy? Puff Daddy is one of the single greatest nicknames this universe has ever heard, right up there with “Basketball Jesus” (Larry Bird), "Flavor Flav," and anyone ever called the “The Throwin’ Samoan.” Despite this, Combs has still insisted on changing his name. He couldn’t do any better than Puff Daddy, so why even consider a switch? It’s mind-boggling to me. If you are reading this Mr. Diddy, please change your name back to Puff Daddy; it’s the right thing to do. If you haven’t changed it back within a month, then I will assume you do not read this blog (shocker) and I will begin using the name Puff Daddy for myself. I can’t leave it sitting on the shelf.

Switching gears a little, I recently saw "Bee Movie." It was directed by Jerry Seinfeld and featured his voice for one of the characters, along with the voices of Renee Zellweger, Patrick Warburton, and Chris Rock. I personally thought it was a very good movie. I rank it right up there with "Toy Story" as an animated movie that can be enjoyed by any age demographic. It was funny, clever, and most importantly, it was not incredibly lame (always a gamble with animated films). Now Jerry obviously had success with the show "Seinfeld" (the greatest television show ever created), but the movie proves the versatile possibilities he has. He continues to do stand-up across the country, as well. It seems that just about anything Seinfeld touches is funny. I think we should encourage him to continue making films or whatever else he wants to do. I also think we should give him like a Lifetime Achievement Award or something. He deserves it. And by the way, I guess I kind of like this Seinfeld guy.

This leads me to my next topic. If you could have dinner with any three living people, who would you choose? Go ahead, mull it over. It’s a pretty interesting question, isn’t it? What human being wouldn’t love to hang out with the three people they idolize and admire the most? Plus, how would you decide which three to choose? Take it seriously though. My sister put Chad Michael Murray in her top three. I’m not making this up. Most of you reading this may have no idea who this guy is, which is exactly what is wrong with this choice. Any three people in the world, and she picks one to be Chad Michael Murray. Yeah, I almost threw up.

For me, I would pick Michael Jordan, Bob Dylan, and as you might assume, Jerry Seinfeld (Paul McCartney would finish a close 4th). I mentioned before I was big Seinfeld fan, I think Dylan is the most influential singer/songwriter in American history, and Michael Jordan is Michael FREAKING Jordan (pretty self-explanatory); picking my three was fairly simple. However, if the possibilities were somehow opened to any three people, living OR dead, the choice gets slightly tougher for me.

I know, I know, it’s impossible to eat dinner with dead people. But it’s nearly impossible to eat with any three people you want, so just go with it. The only change I would have to make in my three would be Jesus. Now it’s cool if you don’t believe in Jesus as “The Christ” or don’t agree with what he stands for, but this is my imaginary dinner party so I want no complaints; JC will be there. My dilemma comes when deciding which of my previous group to bump. I can only have three, so only two of my living choices can make the cut. Now I’ve thought about this, and I really can’t decide; each of my three living choices has a legitimate reason to stay. Bob Dylan found Christianity late in his career, giving him and Jesus somewhat of a connection. Seinfeld is Jewish, so he and JC would have similar backgrounds (albeit more than 2000 years apart). And Michael Jordan…is Michael FREAKING Jordan. He is about as close to Jesus as any human can possibly get (that’s an exaggeration Mom, I promise). So obviously, I have a tough decision. In the end, I think I would have to go with a trio of JC, MJ, and Dylan, and then pray that I bump in to Seinfeld on the street someday (maybe Jesus could help me with this if I let him order the lobster). I’m sorry Jerry, but this is how it had to be.

I may be putting way to much thought into this, but it’s still an interesting topic to consider. Either way, you are free to invite any three you choose. But please, no more Chad Michael Murray. My stomach can’t handle it.



Until this dinner, which is certain to never happen, I’ll settle for eating with whoever can endure an entire meal with me. As you might have gathered, it’s not an easy task.

Thanks for reading.