<![CDATA[Gawker: pat o'brien]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: pat o'brien]]> http://gawker.com/tag/patobrien http://gawker.com/tag/patobrien <![CDATA[Let this be a lesson to all of you out there...]]> Let this be a lesson to all of you out there who suddenly realize everything you've devoted your professional lives to is worthless and destructive: Keep it to yourself! After Pat O'Brien fired off an e-mail to the ET and Insider staffs insisting their programming is making Middle America barf, he was swiftly beckoned to HQ, whereupon a mutually arrived decision "to part ways" came about, a rep for the show confirms. "We wish Pat much success." What's next for Pat? We hear Soap Network's Girlarrhea : The Search For The Last Pussycat Doll is looking for a host! [NY Daily News]

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien Fired For Passive-Aggressive Email]]> 81376900-1Behold the power of an ill-conceived email message. For it wasn't horny, drunken voice mail or repeated bouts of excess drinking that got Pat O'Brien fired from celebrity news show the Insider. It was that pompous, undermining email where he called himself a "favorite son" of bitter poor Iowans who "want to vomit" over segments by his replacement in the anchor chair, Lara Spencer. "I'm actually not the one afraid for my job," he wrote, ominously.

Bosses were "infuriated," the Post reports this morning, and O'Brien is now out.

Speculation will inevitably turn to whether O'Brien was drunk when he wrote the email, but a coworker already told the Post it sprang from his "insecurity and jealousy." Which are the sort of emotional problems that tend to come vividly to the fore when one is no longer blunting them with drugs or alcohol.

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<![CDATA[Drunk On Hope, Pat O'Brien Dials The Whole 'ET'/'Insider' Company]]> Duck-voiced veteran showbiz reporter Pat O'Brien will never fully escape the looming shadow of the Let's Get Crazy Get Some Coke voice mail, the shocking nasty-talk contained therein forever tarnishing the integrity of his fine work on countless fawning Jamie Foxx profiles and Anna Nicole Smith C-section video narrations. He entered rehab shortly after, then again in 2008, at which point Donny Osmond was pulled in to replace him—but after Osmond refused the position, O'Brien returned to his post. He's since seen his role on the show steadily diminish: His face and name have disappeared from the website, co-host Lara Spencer has now taken on full-time hosting duties, and O'Brien has been made a "correspondent," dispatched to far flung regions to interview those Guinness oddities The Insider loves so much, like the World's Anorexiest Twins and The Oklahoman Grandma with No Epidermis. From one of those assignments—he was sent to interview America's Most Caribou-Dressing-Illiterate VP Candidate Joe Biden—came the following e-mail, sent to the entire staff of ET and The Insider:

"Hi, folks, I just spent a couple of days in Iowa - I'm a little bit of a favorite son there - and I spoke with maybe a thousand people and was very hands-on. Even Joe Biden said, 'You should be running (for president)!' But what I came away with was, these people can't afford gas, books, food or schools or movies!

"I was approached a hundred times by people asking, 'Can you help us?' I tried to tell them we care, but they didn't buy it. They wanted to, but watching Anya and Lara [Spencer] pick out accessories makes the viewers want to vomit. I'll get killed for this, but I'm actually the one not afraid for my job. I want people to be happy." [...]

Of the e-mails, he explained to Page Six, "I'm trying to create a discourse. The American people want honesty. I just raged against the machine. We can change the world."

Yes We Can! While many might chalk this missive up to petty workplace politics, we prefer to think that O'Brien emerged from his tete-a-tete inside the Obama camp with legitimately renewed optimism for the power of a syndicated entertainment news magazines to save the world. Why squander their electronic pulpit with worthless advice on where to find affordable chunky knits for fall, then, when they could easily use that segment to focus on Brad Pitt's worthy adventures cruising through a flooded lower Texas in an airboat, ruminating out loud about affordable and lightweight housing construction?

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien: Only I Can Save Iowans From Vomiting]]> It turns out that frequently rehabbed former Insider host and overall smarmy dude Pat O'Brien is an underminer. And one remarkably lacking in self-awareness, at that! We really expect more from men with mustaches. See, Pat just got back from Iowa—he's "a little bit of a favorite son there"—and met the real people. To help them (somehow?), he decided to email this undermine-spirational message to everyone at The Insider and Entertainment Tonight:

"Hi, folks, I just spent a couple of days in Iowa - I'm a little bit of a favorite son there - and I spoke with maybe a thousand people and was very hands-on. Even Joe Biden said, 'You should be running (for president)!' But what I came away with was, these people can't afford gas, books, food or schools or movies!

"I was approached a hundred times by people asking, 'Can you help us?' I tried to tell them we care, but they didn't buy it. They wanted to, but watching Anya and Lara [Spencer] pick out accessories makes the viewers want to vomit. I'll get killed for this, but I'm actually the one not afraid for my job. I want people to be happy."

"Lara" is apparently Pat's successor on the show. Alrighty.

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<![CDATA[Former Access Hollywood Host Accused Of Reading Cop-Slugging Colleague's Emails]]> larrymendte.jpegLarry Mendte, the first male host of Access Hollywood, is under investigation by the FBI for reading someone else's emails. If he did it, at least he probably saw some thrilling stuff: his alleged victim is Alycia Lane, his cop-slugging, bikini-posing former colleague at Philly's CBS TV station. You can see why he'd be tempted! Early indications are that Mendte's snooping could rank right up there with Insider host Pat O'Brien's sexy drunken voicemails in the annals of gossip show host scandals.

Mendte is accused of opening Lane's email "hundreds" of times, and possibly of leaking some of the information he found to the media. Investigators are currently trying to match up the timing of leaks with the emails that they know Mendte opened—including a bunch from her lawyer, which may be related to a lawsuit Lane filed against CBS3 after her police-smacking incident. Bad! This is considered the same as opening someone's mail at home, legally speaking. So why did he do it, allegedly? Even gossiping colleagues aren't sure:

Several current and former CBS3 newsroom staffers, who agreed to speak yesterday on condition of anonymity, said they were shocked at the suggestion of animosity between Mendte and Lane, who became an anchor team on Sept. 15, 2003. The combination quickly boosted the station's appeal: Mendte, the hometown guy, raised in Lansdowne, hired away from NBC10 after six years; and Lane, the rising star from Long Island, hired from Miami.

But two sources said their off-air relationship had its highs and lows; they seemed to be barely speaking by the end of last year, they said.

It's also unclear why the feds would get involved in a case like this, except to make an example out of a high-profile TV star. The curse of tabloid television hosts in action! Ironic, too, that Mendte's best YouTube clip involves him falling down on the job:

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<![CDATA[Meth-head CNN Presenter Goes Into Rehab]]> Richard Quest, the flamboyant CNN presenter found by New York police in Central Park with crystal meth in his pocket, is to go into rehab for treatment of his drug habit, says the cable news network. This is by now the default escape route for disgraced TV personalities: they disappear from view, while appealing to the public's sympathy, a technique recently demonstrated by drunk-dialing host of The Insider, Pat O'Brien—twice. Quest also had rope around his genitals and a dildo in his boot, when stopped, making him not just a meth-head but a walking gay cliché.(Previously: watch Quest show off his rope tricks in a clip that foreshadowed his late-night embarrassment.)

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<![CDATA[What To Expect When You're Expecting The Apocalypse]]> [Style gay Steven "Cojo" Cojocaru and The Insider host Pat O'Brien filming a segment on Sunset Blvd yesterday; image via WENN]

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien No Longer Into Screaming Chicks, More Into Salty Chips]]> Who was that tall hobo you pitied grazing the munchie section of Gelson's the other day? Why, it was none other than recently rehabbed Pat O'Brien, fresh from his stint in rehab for what he and his rep liked to call "problems with alcohol." The bright-eyed and bushy-faced talking head was seen loading up on Pringles and M&Ms (does he have the munchies, too?). However, when a fan recognized him standing in line, he decided to bolt rather than stick around to see what was on her mind:

"At one point he was at the deli waiting for his number to be called, when a woman recognized him and started the whole "Oh my God," thing. Pat wanted no part of it and just bailed."

Pat was described by the source as looking "painfully, painfully thin with sunburned skin - 'bordering on scorched'", which leads us to believe that the fan in question may just have been a normal customer frightened for her life, not an autograph seeker. If we saw Patty scornfully waiting on line at the supermarket with chocolate crumbs dangling from his salt-and-cinnamon cookie duster, we'd start in with the "whole 'Oh my God'" thing too. Good luck getting better, Pat. Next time you're on a Pringle run, we'd advise picking up some moisturizer.

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien Tumbles Down Shallow Rehab Rabbit Hole]]> A source tells us that Hollywood Insider host and booze hound Pat O'Brien (formerly of Access Hollywood) has chosen Los Angeles' Wonderland Center to be his latest rehab destination. The posh, Laurel Canyon house of detox is well known for hosting one Lindsay "Exhaustion" Lohan about a year ago. Though offering a fairly comprehensive treatment program, the Center also offers pampered celebrity must-haves like spa service and gourmet food. Lohan has since been to two other rehab centers, so it leads one to wonder if the drunken, mustachioed gossip monger, who has been to rehab once before himself, will be back to "sucking your tits" in no time. What these people really need is a good old state-run detox facility where you sit in a bare white room with a shivering methadone addict for three days while watching the spiders crawl by. Or, you know, functioning support systems waiting for them on the outside. Whichever. Bonus Pat O'Brien sex call/Alec Baldwin scaring children call mash-up after the jump.

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<![CDATA[Quickly following Friday's announcement that...]]> pat-obrien-emmy-g.jpgQuickly following Friday's announcement that The Insider's Pat O'Brien was returning to rehab to re-exorcise the demons he previously beat back in early 2005 was the reappearance of the I'm Stuck in Rehab with Pat O'Brien blog, whose anonymous author also finds himself back in the same undisclosed recovery center through an incredibly unlucky twist of fate. Reports the blogger: "It seems Pat O'Brien is still under the impression that he's on Celebrity Rehab. At breakfast this morning Pat O'Brien asked me if I had had sex with Mary Carey yet. 'As soon as I see her I'm going to lock that up,' he said." We can only hope that O'Brien has learned from the clumsy, cameraphone-assisted romantic overtures that drove Daniel Baldwin from Rehab, and that his hallucinatory pursuit of Mary Carey doesn't result in the same kind of sobriety-challenging disappointment. [I'm Stuck in Rehab With Pat O'Brien]

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien's Dirty Messages]]> To mark The Insider host's return to rehab, we remember the man he once was: drunk, high, and horny. Here is one of the few remaining copies of the TV gossip monger's rambling voicemail, left for an unidentified woman, in which he suggests a threesome. (O'Brien had been linked romantically to Access Hollywood's Shaun Robinson.) O'Brien's latest story was, ironically, the death of Heath Ledger. The Insider, like many gossip shows, jumped to the conclusion that the Australian actor's death was connected to the use of illegal drugs; and was to have run video showing Ledger at a drugged-up Hollywood party, until other stars threatened to boycott the show. The sleazy Insider host, however, doesn't have such clout, or sympathy.

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<![CDATA[The Dark Is Rising]]>
[Pat O'Brien, host of celebrity trash TV magazine "The Insider" smokes and stalks outside Michelle Williams' Brooklyn apartment yesterday; image via INF]

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<![CDATA[Riding The Voicemail With Pat O'Brien]]> "Hey, you got your incredibly hilarious, yet stereotype-riddled portrayal of a developmentally-disabled person in my coke and hookers!

"Hey, you got your coke and hookers all over my incredibly hilarious, yet stereotype-riddled portrayal of a developmentally-disabled person!"

"Hey, wait a minute! This speedball of mismatched sneakers, dialogue delivered at wildly fluctuating volumes, Bolivian marching powder, and the aforementioned sex professionals is fucking delicious!"

"I know!"

"Let's get fucking crazy!"

"Wheeeee!"

TVGasm caps their excellent Riding the Bus With My Sister coverage with the inevitable Roise-Pat mash-up.

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<![CDATA[Pat OBrien Televised RedemptionWatch: The Final Chapter]]> pat-obrien-tv.jpgIn what we hope will be the final installment in our tracking of Pat O'Brien's publicist-orchestrated, constantly-televised march from coked-up, horny-voicemailing boozehound to temporarily dry, Dr.Phil-approved, redeemed tabloid-TV host, a little gossipy squirrel told us that O'Brien will open his triumphant return to The Insider tonight with the words, "I'm Pat O'Brien and I'm an alcoholic." Once viewers have been properly prepared for having their living rooms converted into O'Brien's one-man AA meeting, O'Brien will then complete the transformation by reciting the Serenity Prayer. We're sure it will all be incredibly heart-warming, America will forgive him for getting caught wanting to party with hookers and blow, and O'Brien will finally return to the important work of pretending to enjoy himself while accompanying Gwyneth Paltrow on a trip to have her poodle groomed in Beverly Hills.

We're not even going to TiVo this one.

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien Survives Dr. Phil's Tough Love]]> obrien-drphil.jpgAfter breaking the news that Dr. Phil would have sit-down with a recently rehabbed Pat O'Brien, we felt somewhat obligated to actually watch the show. And? Even though Dr. Phil roughed up O'Brien for a while, there were no tears, no burly man-hugs, no Dr. Phil putting on steel-toed boots and kicking in O'Brien's grill until he promised he'd never take another drink. The show did have its moments, though, which are lovingly transcribed at Dr. Phil's website:

Pat: Everybody has a bottom. And I hit my bottom that horrible weekend in New York. Do I remember most of it? No. And that's where the bottom is. It was a weekend of fun, I thought, a weekend of drinking, which turned into a little bit of craziness.

Dr. Phil: This ended badly with you being on the cover of every tabloid and many of the newspapers in the country, so it was more than a little bit of craziness.


Pat: Right.

Dr. Phil: You go to a restaurant, you and your girlfriend, and you encounter this other woman ... So you're drinking and doing coke?

Pat: Small amount of coke, a lot of alcohol.

Dr. Phil: A small amount of coke is like being sort of pregnant.

Pat: It is a horrible, horrible drug.

We believe that the correct answer would be "Cocaine is a hell of a drug," but we're not going to quibble too much, since the good doctor did cut off O'Brien before he could claim that he only blasted coke up one nostril, and it wasn't the good shit anyway. In any event, O'Brien is appearing on Dr. Phil's show today and will return to his post on The Insider tonight, leaving the world to twiddle its thumbs until the inevitable, highly-entertaining relapse. Fingers crossed for a disputed credit-card charge at a shady Koreatown massage parlor!

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<![CDATA[Coachella: The Insider Wanders The Desert]]>
With Andy Dick allegedly getting a time-out for Coachella, the festival was going to need another larger-than-life personality to keep things around the Indio concert grounds at an acceptable level of "going fucking crazy." Luckily, one fucking-crazy-making man was up to the challenge, even if he was sober after a well-publicized drying-out stint. Says a reader, "Pat O'Brien was at Coachella, seemingly a day out of rehab. He came over and talked to me and my friends about how 'fucking pissed' he was that he missed the Stereophonics. He even posed for a pic with me."

It's a shame that O'Brien's already shot his primetime special with Dr. Phil, who now won't have the opportunity to punch O'Brien in the mouth and question the wisdom of a recovering addict hanging out in the desert with 50,000 opportunities to fall off the wagon.

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<![CDATA[Dr. Phil To Administer Televised Tough Love To Pat O'Brien]]> Just like we told you days ago, naughtytalking Insider host Pat O'Brien trust-fell straight out of rehab and right into the burly, tough-lovin' arms of Oprah's in-house philosopher, Dr. Phil, just in time for sweeps:

This didn't take long: Pat O'Brien, fresh from rehab, will have to face Dr. Phil next week in a prime-time CBS special. Dr. Phil McGraw will "confront O'Brien about the incidents that led up to his stay in the recovery program, the issues he faced while in treatment and the stories about his personal life that made headline news," CBS said Friday.

O'Brien will talk about how he will deal with his colleagues when he returns to work and how to approach life without alcohol, CBS said.

We imagine that O'Brien gained some valuable life skills during his time in rehab and has been given a carefully calibrated outpatient program of hookers, blow, and "fucking going crazy" that will ensure his continuing sobriety.

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien Televised RedemptionWatch]]> Leave a filthy message after the beep. BEEP.Now that Pat O'Brien, America's modern master of the seductive voicemail message, has finally exited rehab, he's going to do what all disgraced celebrities with access to the sweeps airwaves do: begin a televised redemption tour to convince the viewing public that's he's free of the demons that landed him there. According to that pesky squirrel with the unicorn horn that keeps CrazyTalking in our ear, O'Brien's prime-time confessional ratings-extravaganza with Dr. Phil will air next Wednesday on CBS (gotta keep it in the Viacom family, yo), the two will hug and yell some more on Dr. Phil's daytime show Thursday, and O'Brien will return to his celeb-diddling Insider fiefdom that night. The fucking-going-crazy, drugs, and hookers, we assume, will follow shortly thereafter. But not the booze, as the Devil's party-juice is a no-no for Promises alumni trying to get back on TV.

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<![CDATA[Defamer CrazyTalk: Pat O'Brien, Sweeps Savior?]]> [Ed.note—We're bumping this post up and dragging it into today's news, for we truly hate it when CrazyTalk is lost during the afternoon commute. Also, has the NY Post heard some CrazyTalk as well?]

We know it's a little late in the day* for any Defamer CrazyTalk™, and we're totally riffing here, but wouldn't it be five flavors of awesome if Pat O'Brien, ruddy-faced and clean as a whiskey-free whistle after a month of rehab, was getting ready to shoot a primetime special with Dr. Phil that would air next week during sweeps, and would precede a triumphant, sweepstastic comeback to The Insider? Yes, that would be awesome, but that's just CrazyTalk™—you know, like all that stuff about how O'Brien headed to rehab at precisely the same time those sexy phonecalls hit the internet. Please, don't listen to us, we've been hitting the Vicodin for a good hour now, and who knows what we'll say next. Hey, is that a squirrel with a unicorn horn? We gotta go catch that little guy and see if he wants a cocktail!

[*Originally posted around 5:30 pm 4/25, just so you don't think we've totally lost our minds to the Vic and can no longer differentiate between morning and early evening.]

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien Probably Lies About His Handicap]]> pat-loves-brad.jpgHere's what we've learned in the days since Pat O'Brien's self-exile to rehab, which probably has nothing at all to do with the voicemails of the smooth operator eloquently seducing a female acquaintance: People who claim that they used to work with him are delighted that he's finally been served such a public comeuppance. Bask in Schadenfraude as a former colleague gleefully maligns O'Brien's golf game:

The last time I saw Pat O'Brien was in the 90s. I was practicing my golf game at the Studio City par three course driving range. O'Brien made a grand entrance, trying to communicate with body language that a superstar was among the peons. Then he started trying to execute shots with a 9 iron. He was absolutely the worst golfer I ever saw. None of his attempts was anywhere close to what a good golfer would hope to see. Most of his shots were dreadful shanks or pathetic dribblers. Which is all well and good, but O'Brien kept trying to milk praise from everyone around him. "Wow! Look at that!" he would say repeatedly, "Great shot!" he would proclaim, hoping someone would be dumb enough to agree with him. But nobody was dumb enough to fall for it.

We really hope that O'Brien didn't choose the golf course as his "happy place" as he languishes in rehab. That kind of tragedy would be too much to bear.

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