The New York Post has the dish on Kate Capshaw’s tipping habits:
A PAGE SIX tattletale claims…that actress Kate Capshaw, wife of Steven Spielberg, brought eight children into the Milky Way restaurant in Los Angeles and was "incredibly demanding. She sent everything back and nothing was done correctly – the tea was too cold, everything. So the waitress was run ragged and at the end she didn’t even leave a tip – and the meal was comped." To make the tale even more embarrassing, the Milky Way is owned by Spielberg’s mother. But Capshaw’s representative, Marvin Levy, insisted that our source’s no-tipping tale was utter hogwash.
To be fair, the meal was free, so fifteen percent of that is zero.
Take an up close and personal look at the fascinating Beth from the Gauntlet 2. The elusive celebrity spills all her secrets about "the industry" and what it’s like to mingle with superstars like Scott Wolff and Michael Rappaport at this year’s Sundance Festival on her very own Yahoo Podcast.
Los Angeles: Shooting call leads to further violence; gang members’ arrests.
Tonight at 9:30 on CBS, Jenna Elfman returns to network TV in Courting Alex. The much anticipated show, about a single lawyer balancing work with romance, is receiving rave reviews from the critics.
Check out the roundup of overwhelming praise:
"Unoriginal doesn’t … describe ‘Courting Alex’ " -The Seattle Post Intellegencer
"It … look like a winner." -The Courier Journal
"It has all the …elements of a show…" -The Chicago Tribune
‘"’Courting Alex’ doesn’t deserve contempt" -The Boston Globe
NBC has apparently struck a deal with the six stars of FRIENDS to lure them back to the small screen for four hour long specials. Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox, Lisa Kudrow, Matt LeBlanc, David Schwimmer and Matthew Perry will all return for a whopping $5 million each!
Also, there might be another spin-off show starring Perry, Schwimmer, and LeBlanc called A Guy Thing. Dare we dream?
(Thanks to goldenfiddle.)
Probably not. According to The Smoking Gun, the sparkplug on the left was arrested for cocaine possession, while the happy go lucky guy on the right was nabbed for repeated violence. On the upside, they sure make the most of a photo op.
Do you like streaming video and other fun stuff like that? According to MSNBC, you can thank porn:
Rob Enderle, a tech industry analyst, said that technology and pornography have an interdependent relationship that tech pundits don’t often acknowledge. "So much of the technology that we’re using now for less risque purposes had its origins in porn," said Enderle, who pointed to online "streaming video" as one major example of a technology that was driven by porn in its early days.
For example, while Hollywood is still struggling with how best to put its movies online, entire porn empires have been built by production companies selling streaming-video programs on the Internet. Naughty America, one such company, has been in the business for five years but only last year decided to make some of its programming available on DVD.
It’s such a shame to see Naughty America is selling out like this.
Waning Public Opinion + Internet Sensation Sketch + Pressure From Lorne to Cash In On Resulting Buzz + Quick Google Search For Other Currently Popular Comedy Topics – Creative or Original Thinking = Requisite Knock-Off Sketch That Fails to Live Up to It’s Own Potential.
But we’re still rooting for them.
Keep an eye out for the incredibly awesome new version of "R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A." that John Mellencamp has done for CBS’s coverage of March Madness. It’s called "R.O.C.K. in the NCAA" and, according to his website
the new adaptation includes references to contending teams in the song’s verses, coupled with the familiar rousing chorus. The spots were filmed at the historic Memory Hall gymnasium in Lebanon, IN, where some of the 1986 film Hoosiers was shot.
But when you have a resource like this, why stop at only one song? What about "The Brad Daugherty Song"? "I Need a Point Guard (Who Won’t Drive Me Crazy)"? The "Hurts So Good" injury report? After all this is John Mellencamp, not the Pussycat Dolls.