The Jonas Bros. played a concert across the street from my office, on the WB lot, taping for the Ellen show. Mario Lopez was there for the network, and Michelle Obama was there encouraging on-site voter registration. Now that’s what I’m talking about.
As reported on FOX news: Matthew McConaughey’s Mom writes in I Amaze Myself, her modestly titled, tell-all book.
Kay McConaughey used to make love to her husband, Jim, as a way to say goodbye every morning. That’s adorable (and recommended). On one of these amorous mornings, however, Jim Continue reading ‘Hollyweird: McConaughey’s Dad Had a Huge Schlong’
Mom was Miss Teen USA when she was 15, and won a “date” with Fabian. Mom and Fabian drove through Los Angeles on their ‘date’, while Fabian’s publicist, Howard Brandy, who doubtless concocted the whole publicity stunt for Fabian, rode in the car with my Grandparents, following Mom and Fabian on their date. After all, she was only 15. Continue reading ‘We’ve Lost Howard Brandy’
Take a normal, 32-year old guy named Chris Thrash, living in Alabama, listening only to 80′s, rock, and rap (and clearly some Britney), and only reading the Bible, and give him a Rock-afire. Hundreds of programming hours later, the result is somewhere between Chuck E. Cheese and the first time I tripped on LSD, back in college. Seriously, you have to see this to believe it. But is it art? Continue reading ‘WTF: Rock-afire Animatronic Puppets Sing Britney’
Check out this Russian ad for Orbit gum, with Alan “Aquaman” Ritchson as a high and dry superhero saving “Metropolis”, and looking pretty hot in his tights. Thanks to fellow WordPresser Heroes n’ Hunks for sourcing it.
Mad, mad, mad props to Francine Balderama and Jennifer Dussan for the stunning photos. And Pierce, do you ever take a bad picture? These and many other answers will be given in our upcoming articles in Passport Magazine, who along with VIP Escapes and Standout Vacations, sponsored this Escape with the Stars.
We’re still having a blast, but there is a fuel providers’ strike. There is a fuel tanker moored off the coast, that cannot move because it would be breaking the strike line. AND, a Canadian in our group left his wife and kids Saturday morning to go hiking up into the sacred mountain, where he wasn’t meant to go, and has been missing ever since. Continue reading ‘A Fuel Strike, a Missing Hiker, and Agitated Lesbians in Bora Bora’
Our friend and founder of The Art of Elysium, Jennifer Howell, invited us to an evening of dominoes not to be forgotten. “Y’all have to be there,” she said to Sam.
We love this charity as much as a night on the town, this is proven, and Jennifer’s comforting, southern request was all we needed to hear.
There’s nothing like throwing on a tux for a great cause and an hour long visit to the Beverly Hills Hotel, on a rainy Thursday night at 9. And the timing is perfect. It’s Oscar week, so everyone’s in town.
Continue reading ‘Art of Elysium: Dominoes at the Beverly Hills Hotel’
This whole LiLo as MaMo thing rings a little hollow. Clever PR, but how can this juxtaposition really say anything good if it’s saying anything at all? Similar drug dependencies? Remotely similar cultural significance? Lindsay is the new Marilyn? A foreshadowing? God forbid.
You’re gorgeous. We get it. We’ve been getting it since The Parent Trap had suburban Dads with prurient interests insisting on a trip to the theater. I never thought the girl had chops until Sam and I saw Bobby on the flight back from Spain. Given the right material, she could act her way out of a safe.
Not enough good roles? Damages has a great role for her. Maybe her people should contact my people. Let’s make it happen.
Maybe Billy’s just cranky and it’s just the fantasy come to life of a little girl to walk around in a legend’s scarf, or a quasi-interesting way for her to finally bare it all, but it looks more like young Hollywood has run out of ideas, identities, and images, and regurgitates this kind of sensationalist stuff. And again, this is coming from someone who LIKES Lindsay Lohan.
If this isn’t a good reason to further celebrate the end of the WGA strike, nothing is. Let’s get pen to paper, writers. Talent needs something to do.
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