Wayne Palmer is President! Chloe O’Brien is a brunette! JACK BAUER MUST BE SACRIFICED!!!!
HOW THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL JANUARY AFTER SEEING THIS SPECIAL EXTENDED SEASON 6 TRAILER FOR 24??? HOW?????
S… sorry. I don’t know what came over me. But if you’re a 24 fan and you watch this, I can’t guarantee that you won’t react the same way. You’ve been warned.
Retrocrush has an unbelievable list of the Worst Halloween Costumes of All Time… in a universe where “Worst” actually means “Most Really Awesome.” Any child of the 80′s will appreciate a world where one toy manufacturer answered the question “What’s creepier than that robot maid from Small Wonder?” with “A vinyl dress and eyeless mask made to look like creepy robot maid.” And how else is a small child expected to be Scott Baio from Joanie Loves Chachi without the aid of a garbage bag suit and Ken doll head? He’s one of a kind, world. (Link via Cityrag)
I’m not going to say anything mean about Brooke Hogan’s um, “performance” on The Tyra Banks Show yesterday. Not because we work for the same company, but because her father is the f**king Hulkster, in case you’ve forgotten. So on that note, I hope you enjoy Brooke’s INCREDIBLE performance on yesterday’s Tyra. The way she… dances and um… sings is really, really… um… great. Yeah.
What’d you think? You can be honest… it’s much less likely he’ll hunt you down than me. Unless you’re The Iron Sheik, of course.
We love Ben Kweller and Ben Kweller loves his boots. That’s why he wants you to have a pair.
It’s Contest time. We’re giving away a pair of cowboy boots (donated by Justin Boots), a signed BK poster and a copy of Ben’s new self-titled LP to one lucky BWE.tv reader. On top of that, a couple of runner ups will receive a signed poster and a CD.
All you have to do to enter is click here and leave us your name & email address. That’s it. The winners will be chosen at random next week. Good luck!
(And by the way– if you don’t win, that shouldn’t stop you from picking up this album. It’s damn good.)
In his predictably deluded response to a Missouri campaign ad featuring longtime Parkinson’s Disease sufferer Michael J. Fox explaining the importance of stem cell research, conservative radio host and all-around buffoon Rush Limbaugh claimed that Fox’s heart-breaking disposition is the result of either a) “going off his medication” (ironic, coming from a pill-popping junkie) prior to his appearances to cynically emphasize the tragic nature his illness, or b) the simple fact that he’s “an actor” capable of manufacturing such a performance (having seen Life With Mikey, this makes total sense). Rush Limbaugh saying inflammatory, idiotic shit isn’t really breaking news, but it has earned that fat tub of worthless lard the honor of being today’s Daily Douche.
When one is forced to pick the Godfather of their brand new bouncing baby fake-orphan, you must look to your nearest and dearest, those who are simply a DNA-chain away from actually being related to you. For Madonna and Lil’ Orphan Davie, this man was none other than perfect-leading-man-but-he-likes-dudes Rupert Everett. Madge and Rupee have been Biff’s for years, and Everett is well-known for his involvement in various AIDS charities which have led him to spend time in Africa. For questions left unanswered, Davie can peruse Everett’s diary entries over at the Daily Mail, which cover such Godfatherly subjects as the smell of Julia Roberts‘ sweat and his on-screen love affair with Sharon Stone.
One puzzle piece that hasn’t fallen into place is Guy Ritchie‘s take on all this. The actual adopted father of this boy (remember, his biological dad is still alive) hasn’t been seen or heard during this entire controversy — though there has been speculation that he is upset over the entire thing. Could this possibly be some sort of silent protest? We really really hope so. It might just make us forgive him for that Swept Away business.
Remember way back in the day… like 2002… when the ‘The’ bands were supposed to take over music? Bands like The Strokes, The White Stripes, The Vines and The Hives? Well, things didn’t work out the way we thought they would. Years later the most important contribution from any of those guys was The Hives inspiring “Hey Ya” (which definitely counts for something.) Today Stereogum posted a medley from those inspirational rockers on Swedish TV. Taking a page from the Weird Al playbook, they put their own twist on a handful of songs from artists like Outkast, The White Stripes, The Three 6 Mafia and more. So grab your denim jacket and remember a much simpler time by watching it now.
This clip from a CNBC interview with President Bush is just priceless. Our Dear Leader says he uses “the Google” sometimes (ever try googling “miserable failure”, W?), and admits to being particularly impressed with the Google Maps satellite technology, which he uses to keep an eye on his ranch in Texas (and is also, presumably, his secret weapon for hunting down Osama and other terrorists), but says he “never uses e-mail” over concerns about what people could be sending him (guess it’s above and beyond the capabilities of the US government to get the President a secure address safe from all those Nigerian Attorneys trying to rid themselves of dubiously aquired fortunes – you know he’d fall for it). While it seems almost laughably absurd that our own president is terrified of a technology my 80 year-old grandmother mastered 5 years ago, at least we don’t have to wory about him “Pulling a Foley”.
Well it seems that the CSI (Celebrity Stuff Investigations) experts over at TMZ have finally solved the Britney Spears Baby-Naming Mystery that has been plaguing the tabloids and gossip blogs since reports surfaced last week suggesting that Sean Preston’s new baby bro, whose name was originally reported as “Sutton Pierce”, might not in fact share his sibling’s sunscreen strength-inspired initials. According to the official Birth Documents TMZ obtained through their shadowy network of Public Record Operatives, the Spears-Federline’s newest little cheetoh is actually named Jayden James Federline, and will henceforth be referred to by us only as “JJ” or “J-Fed”, and always succeeded by the popular 70′s sitcom catchphrase, “Dy-no-mite!”