I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the hugest fan of Carson Daly. My aversion began many years ago when he refused my free labor as an intern on his talk show — no matter how many roses I sent to him — and lingers to this day whenever my dial happens to land on NBC between 1:35 and 2:05 am ET. (Looks like they won’t hire me now, either.) But my passive dislike of the man is nothing compared to comedian Kate Spencer, who spends nearly every minute of every waking hour in a continual cloud of Carson Daly hatred. Watch this video (which, fair warning, features Tara Reid‘s “goose-egg areola“), and see how your hatred compares. (Link via The Apiary)
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This Halloween, Gisele Bundchen becomes the only person to ever dress up like a slutty T.G.I. Friday’s waitress.
But seriously folks, what the hell is she? Leave your captions in the comments section!
Do you like Best Week Ever? Comedy? Laughing in general? Well, according to this article in the New York Observer, none of that existed before Spy magazine.
Had it not been for Spy, of course, there never would’ve been a Gawker Stalker (Spy loved maps, anonymity), nor Ashton Kutcher’s Punk’d (Spy loved pranks), nor VH1′s “Best Week Ever” (Spy loved postmortems).
Well, thank God for Spy. Here’s a great video from Spy’s old “How To Be Famous” series. This is The Montalban Experiment.
Link via Gawker
It was reported this week that Paris Hilton has been hiding her weed (or as she calls it, “personal interestingness supplement”) in her teddy bear while traveling. This shocking revelation left us wondering what else Paris could be hiding, so we some hard-hitting invesigating, boldly going into the den of sin itself – her bedroom! – to see what kinds of contraband we could uncover. Roll your Mouse over the blue dots to see Paris’ hidden treasures!
Anyone under the age of 30 should be familiar with Glamour Shots, the portrait studio in suburban shopping malls around the country where, for a nominal fee, one is painted to look like a $5 salloon whore/gay gigolo, placed in a cowboy hat, tarred, feathered, and turned into a wallet-sized photograph. (Examples seen here, here, here and here.) We assumed Glamour Shots went the way of slap bracelets and Kriss Kross, and were shocked to find out that the store still exists! And not only are they still around, but now they’re catering to dogs.
You probably thought your dog was just as sexy with or without makeup… But boy will your mind be changed when you check out the Glamour Shots Pet Gallery. Note the twinkle in this hounds eye as he is nearly strangled with an emasculating feather boa. And nothing says “Happy Hanukkah” like a Golden Retreiver photographed against his will. But don’t sweat it, camera hog: You too can join in on the fun and engage in a heavy petting session Christmas card the whole family will cringe-oy!
If you still have your Glamour Shots, we’d love to see ‘em. E-mail them over to us at email@example.com!
The cast of The Times They Are A-Changin, the new Broadway musical featuring the music of Bob Dylan, dropped by The View this morning to
butcher perform the classic song “Like A Rolling Stone”. What ensued looked like a bad skit on Studio 60. Thank God Bob isn’t alive to see this.
Wow. That certainly wasn’t “Blowin’ In The Wind”. Just blowin’.
Anyone who’s ever wondered why Los Angeles is such a wonderful place to live need look no further than the “Hollywood wildlife in its natural habitat” footage found here (language NSFW), taken outside of the ironically-named “Privilege” nightclub, depicting Sean Stewart, “really famous” son of Rod and brother of Kimberly, participating in a verbal-turned-violent battle with some other LA night-clubbing greasemonkey over who is “better than” the other. The best parts are the high-brow insults (“my grandfather has a better hairstyle than you!”), the spitting in the face, the cool cursing, the drunken partygirl’s declaration that these guys “are f*ckin’ stupid”, and the Kimberly Stewart going on into the club to grab a Vodka/Red Bull while her douchebro gets into an idiotic shoving match with some other people whose parents’ success has left them with an preposterous sense of entitlement. This is the Hollywood dream in action, folks – and everyone involved in it gets to share the honor of being today’s Daily Douche!
- Indieblogheaven has a couple of Ben Folds sans-Five songs for your enjoyment today.
- Kwaya Na Kisser has a huge mix posted, featuring everybody from The Rapture to The Roots to Tokyo Police Club. And everything in between.
- If you don’t have “When I Wake” by The Changes on your iPod by now, something is seriously wrong. Show Me Music wants to help.
- Remember Rusted Root? Me neither. But Muruch does, which is why they posted three tracks that aren’t “Send Me On My Way” for you.
- And finally, Merry Swankster has a bunch of Pulp videos and downloads, including “Can I Have My Balls Back, Please?” What a title.
As you may already know, when Shaquille O’Neil isn’t intimidating people in a basketball uniform, he’s doing so in a police uniform. In the offseason, the star of such film as Kazaam is a reserve officer with the Miami Beach Police Department. Details today are emerging about Shaq’s involvement in a botched child pornography sting last month. (Please stop reading for a moment and let that idea absorb.) On September 23, Shaq & Co. raided a man’s house, sending in a “‘paramilitary search-and-seizure team’ that took computers, cameras, DVDs and VHS tapes.” Turns out, an IP address snafu meant that they raided the wrong guy! And while Shaq denied any involvement, the current face of Miami’s Anti-Child Pornography and Child Predator Campaign finally fessed up to being in the man’s house at the time. (Neighbors saw his head sticking out of a chimney.)
Which gave us an idea for a serious hit show: To Catch a Predator with Shaq. It’s the exact same show as the original Dateline show, except instead of Chris “Whitebread” Hanson, you have Shaq coming out from behind the wall and watch the perps reaction. That, or a bumbling half-hour cop comedy featuring Shaq getting into all kinds of pickles, like a Bronson Pinchot for the new millenium.
This week, Pete Doherty’s uncle “confirmed” that his nephew and Kate Moss were expecting a baby together. He told the Sunday Mirror “â€œI have spoken to Pete twice about the baby and he has confirmed that Kate is pregnant.”
The happy couple was spotted celebrating the good news at Moet & Chandon’s annual fashion tribute in London. Pete smoked his cigarettes and Kate took swigs from the bottle, presumably in an attempt to toughen this kid up in the womb and prepare it for a life of heavy partying and bad parenting.
Actually, with all the horrible stuff Kate normally puts into her body (coke, Pete, etc.), maybe Champagne and second hand smoke is a step in the right direction after all.
More pictures after the jump