Sick of her chihuahua and monkey, Paris finally finds a pet she could see herself playing with for more than just a couple of weeks.
I don’t know– seeing Paris hold Sean Preston just doesn’t feel right. What do you think? Leave your Captions the Comments now!
We are really loving the new Regina Spektor album Begin to Hope. Wondering whether to get it? Well, here’s a good test. Check out this video for one of our favorite tracks, “Fidelity”, and if you don’t feel completely adorable by the end or aren’t crying on the inside, it’s probably not the album for you.
Hey kids, do you love the hot new band Wax On Radio? You know, the band I’ve never heard of because I’m 26-years-old, but who according to their bio is “a four-piece coming from the city of Chicago [that] mixes catchy songwriting, intelligently evocative lyrics and an overall engaging style.” Sure you do.
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“You’re fired!” “Schwing!” “I’m Rick James, bitch!” No, those aren’t just the annoying catchphrases that the awkward guy in your office blurts out whenever given the opportunity– they’re also 3 of the top 100 TV catchphrases of all time.
TV Land will count down the phrases we all know and love over 5 days, beginning December 11th. You can check out the list here. It has plenty of lines that belong (“Whatchoo talkin’ bout Willis?”), and a couple that don’t (“God’ll get you for that”– never heard it), but it’s definitely missing some. Where’s Sophia’s “Picture it, Sicily…” or Seinfeld’s “Not that there’s anything wrong with that”? Come on! What do you think is missing? Give us your suggestions now.
Thanks to reader thednafish for dropping this enlightening – and very YouTubular – clip from a 1980′s commercial from the National Coffee Association. The advertisement, set to the sounds of some super peppy 80′s music, encourages the viewer to become a “Coffee Achiever” – along with the likes of David Bowie, the Cincinnati Bengals, Kurt Vonnnegut, the Electric Light Orchestra, Jane Curtain and Cicely Tyson – by enjoying the “calming yet energizing” effects of coffee as part of the New American Society. Good thing I just finished slamming my second triple grande non-fat sugar-free vanilla latte of the day!
This Thanksgiving, when a friend served a delicious eggplant curry with jasmin rice that was made in a flash, we had to know “Where’d you get the recipe?” Well, we nearly spit the food right back into a baby bird’s mouth when we learned it was Rachael Ray. Most of the recipes we’ve seen her make on her morning talk show include “Take some Doritos, mash em up, and throw em in a Cup o’ Noodles” style preparation. But it wasn’t even her food we disliked so much as her tiny-armed hobbity presence and larger than life Chupacabra mouth. We know we won’t make friend when we say this, but Rachael Ray kinda sucks.
Which is why we were elaaaated when TV Tattle pointed us towards an entire Livejournal community of people who also think Rachael Ray sucks! Called Rachael Ray Sucks, it includes over 1,000 people who agree that she is a “talentless twit.” Fans of Ray should take a look and see if they don’t find one thing to agree on (like the genius invention of a Rachael Ray Mouth Guard.) But seriously, if I have to watch the girl chew one more thing on live TV, I’m going to lose it.
Nicole Richie fired her stylist, who fired back claiming that she left voluntarily, which pissed off some publicists, and blah blah blah, Nicole wrote this on her MySpace blog:
BLIND ITEM: What 35 year old raisin face whispers her order of 3 peices of asparagus for dinner at Chateau everynight, and hides her deathly disorder by pointing the finger at me, and used her last paycheck I wrote her to pay for a publisist instead of a nutritionist?
HINT: Her nickname is lettucecup…
BLIND ITEM: What 26 year-old blogger doesn’t remotely give a sh*t about some spoiled trainwreck celebutard’s idiotic feud with her drug-addled ex-”stylist”, and feels ashamed for humanity that such inane garbage could possibly be considered “news”?
HINT: He regretfully wrote this post.
Post-Federline, we the American public have been forced to accept several different versions of Miss Britney Spears. In the few weeks since her split the woman has re-invented herself more times than Madonna. From the cleaned-up mother of two to the cootch-flashing party girl to the intellectual bookworm, Britney is keeping us on our toes. In fact, we have no idea what to expect next. Tomorrow the paparazzi could snap a pic of Britney dressed like a nun, fighting ninjas or even wearing blackface and we wouldn’t blink. Well… maybe we’d blink a little.
The point is, we’re tired of being f’d around with. Britney… please… pick one. Be classy, be a whore or be… well, whatever it is you are when you wear glasses and a stupid hat. Just be yourself, okay? We’ll love you no matter what (but especially if you choose “whore.”)
It’s so good, you will actually hate yourself for not thinking of it first. Please enjoy this parody of our favorite Dateline NBC feature, whose name will tell you all you need to know: To Catch THE Predator.