Cast Blog: #WWHL

The Devil's Contraption

‘Tis the End of the Eighth Season

Ask, Believe, Receive A Kiss From Andy

Wish Upon a Giggy

Giving Thanks to WWHL

Weathering the Storm

Blue Cheese and Blunders

Pranks for the Memories

Jill Zarin Gets Fiesty on 'WWHL'

A Researcher's Dream!

To 300 More!

Watch What Happens Fire!

We're Back and Full of Surprises!

'Gossip Girl' Star Makes a Cameo on 'Watch What Happens Live'

The Weirder the Pair, The Better!

The Queen of Puns

Here Since the Beginning

The Housewife Wannabe

Bedazzled Legs, Anyone?

...And Nordstrom!

Why We Like Mike

When a Ginger Man Loves a Woman

The Locomotion!

The Body Roll

Take This Lollipop

Normal Office Conversation

From the Sky

Things I Need to Tell You

Happy Summer!

Andy's Career Advice

My Book!

How Did This Happen?

A Bravolebrity Bonanza

Viewer Mail: Andy Pleads the Fifth on Martha Stewart

Back from Vacation!


Wednesday Morning


Getting Myself in Gear

Viewer Mail: Andy's Most Difficult Guest

Viewer Mail: What's Andy's Freak Number?

The Devil's Contraption

WWHL's Senior Producer talks about his love/hate relationship for "the devil's headband."


The ancient artifact in the photo above was made by Beelzebub himself and sent to Watch What Happens Live straight from the fiery pits of despair that some would call hell. I shall explain. Let me start at the beginning.

My duties as Senior Producer at Watch What Happens Live include a wide variety of responsibilities like web surfing, pretending to pay attention to stuff, more web surfing, and pretending to know things about politics and the world when really I’m just thinking about myself. My hair. My skin. Should I switch to the more abrasive Clarisonic brush? Is Dr. Perricone REALLY a doctor…? Oh and sometimes I drink during the show (only if my duties are light for that evening. Like tonight.) I’m not called upon to do much for Kate Gosselin so, I’m pretending to drink coffee but no. It’s wine in a coffee cup.

However, on nights when I’m called upon to step up, to be the team player I rarely am, to contribute to the zeitgeist of this country by making jokes about tits and wigs -- my role is to stand next to the teleprompter in Andy’s eye line, adding what off-color things I have to offer.
The device above, which looks like it was custom-made for a roadie for the Indigo Girls, must be affixed to my head whilst I produce the show in the studio. (Which means I count down from ten -– something I’m not good at.)

The headpiece is my nemesis. ‘Tis the devil’s headband. I have named her BECKY. Because she reminds me of the character I hate the most from Friday Night Lights. (Of course, they called her “Becks” which is onomatopoeia for vomiting which I try and steer clear of.)  

Before I go any further let me just say I love my job. I feel a job isn’t complete unless there’s something to bitch about. And for me, that thing is the headset you see above. I hate it. Becky is a worthless bitch who can’t do anything right.

I am able to hear the control room, but I’m not able to speak to them. It’s like that movie where the patient is alive during open heart surgery, but no one can tell because they seem anesthetized. Only, I’m wide awake.
The sickest part of all of this is that as much as I hate Becky the crusty-ass relic, I’m now addicted to her. Her meat-flap charm  has grown to be a part of me: a conjoined technological '80s twin that I can’t sever. And when I’m home alone in the darkness after the show, I sometimes long for her to be with me. To catch up on Revenge with me. To share a late night glass of port with me as I ponder the universe (watch porn). No one knows my cranium like Becky.
And even though she’s an ill-fitting ho, Becky always finds a way to make me laugh. Like when I have friends in the audience who say things like, “Why do you have to wear THAT?” Becky will abruptly crash to the floor loudly. I know what she’s saying. But no one else does. It’s our way of communicating. Sick, yes. But that’s the kind of mental delusion it takes to work here.

Now that you’ve been introduced to Becky the skull-hugging bastard, here’s what my week entailed:
-Going to my doctor to try and figure out why I can’t sleep at night. I’ve developed a snatchy case of insomnia. I’ve been getting about two hours of sleep a night. (I blame Becky who I’m convinced is a witch.)
-When I DID sleep this week, all I did was dream of Pauly D’s stiffy hairdo only to wake up in a cold sweat screaming for Becky’s company.  
-Drinking at work. (I don’t really do that, I just dream of it.)
-I got a haircut.
-I did a lot of avoiding pop culture topics in favor of watching things like dogs taking baths in sinks. I find that far more culturally pertinent.
-I also ate a lot of kale.
With all this being said, I realize I haven’t painted a very good portrait of my responsibilities. I forgot to mention the most important job I have, which is to document the filth left in the men’s restroom we share with Empire State College. When I was in the restroom the other day I overheard a conversation between two students talking about getting drunk in between classes. I couldn’t fathom how unprofessional that was. And with that, cheers. Time to hit my wine before Kate Gosselin arrives. I have a feeling me and Becky will need it. Is this going to get me fired? Oh well. I hear Trader Joe’s is hiring.

John and Becky the fungus-holding-lesbionic-headgear.

Twitter: @thebossofyou

Ask, Believe, Receive A Kiss From Andy

WWHL’s Research PA dishes on one seriously unique work week.

Hey guys! My name is Laura and I’m a Research Production Assistant here at WWHL. For the first 3 seasons on this unbeweavable show, I was the permanently glittered hands crafting the crazy fun props and prizes gifted to the guests. You name it, I’ve bedazzled it! (No but seriously: pacifier, pickle, ‘fro pick, condoms, whip, hookah, mannequin leg...the list goes on!) This past season, I closed down my crafting corner and now I have the pleasure of helping Megan, Christie, and Lindsey with research and interactive. Every night, I get to read all of your amazing questions for our guests and help make sure that Andy’s got a stellar selection on his cards. But who cares about me?! On to this crazy week of shows!

Sunday: Kim and Reza did NOT disappoint.  They served up some wig wearin’, stache sportin’, truth tellin’ realness.  Kim rocked “The Farrah” like only she can, not to be outdone by Reza’s gloriously quaffed upper lip.  I swear that man’s mustache is the 8th wonder of the world...

There’s something so refreshing about two guests truly unafraid to tell it like it is and it makes for great TV.  Reza musta had Santa on the brain ‘cause he couldn’t keep from dropping those Ho, Ho, Hos! And say what you will about Kim, but that lady just wants to be home with her hot hubby and you can’t hate a ho for that!  

Monday: Let’s be real for a second: I’m 23 and I’m not even gonna PRETEND to be ashamed that I used to drink up every drama filled minute of Laguna Beach and The Hills. So of course I was LIVING for Kristin Cavallari’s confession that it was a big pile of producer induced drama. Shocking? Eh, not really. Exhilarating for the teen in me? Abso-freaking-lutely. There’s no shame in my game, hunny!

Taylor Armstrong was on her absolute A-game and she totally wins for my favorite one liner of the week: “The only thing uglier than a drunk woman is a drunk woman’s 40-yr-old ass flying through the air!” And please let us not forget the arm wrestling. Oh my word, the arm wrestling.  


Tuesday: Truly, there are no words for the amazingness that was the luscious lipped Lisa Rinna and Jeff Lewis and therefore I simply gift you with this kisstacular clip:

You’re welcome. 

Wednesday: I really think that one of the things that is so unique about WWHL is our unexpected guest combos. You never know who will end up in those chairs!  So when I saw ‘Carmen Electra and Billy Ray Cyrus’ on the calendar, my achy breaky heart skipped an achy breaky beat.

When Carmen slinked into the studio I couldn’t believe how amazing she looked. Does that woman age?! She was KILLIN’ it all night long complete with sex appeal and sock bun. I admit I was bummed when Billy Ray plead the fifth on the Miley Ex-BF question. I mean really, who wasn’t hoping for a little juice on a JoBro?! But fear not! Carmen saved the day (and all the imaginary swimmers) by teaching Andy and Billy to patrol the beach, slow mo style!


Thursday: Apparently agelessness is going around because Jane Fonda looks SPECTACULAR. She and Sandra paired up for the perfect storm of hilarity and the show ended with my favorite new holiday tradition: Secret Sandra! 

And may I just add that the legendary, Oscar winning, fitness flaunting Miss Fonda went home wearing a menorah hat? So yeah, my life is complete. 


Love and Light ;)