April 29, 2006
Reckless Pete
This photo showing Pete Doherty allegedly shooting up an unconscious girl with dope in his kitchen and another one of Doherty injecting himself in the arm, both of which appeared in The Sun on Friday, have come under investigation by London police and Doherty has been taken into custody. He was arrested Saturday morning on suspicion of administering a noxious substance recklessly. He makes it so easy for the cops to do their job. (The Independent)
April 28, 2006
Podcast Ye Merry Gentlemen
Fenton and Randy are freshly escaped from New York, where they had business. And speaking of business, after a quick leaf through My Comrade, they're off on the topic of getting sprayed with fecal matter when you flush an airplane toilet. And other tales of the fecal. Fenton brings up the trend now of specific, isolated years getting their own biographies. James tries to get the boys to spill something about WOW's Heidi Fleiss project, but they seem to have a self-imposed gag order in place. James eventually wears them down and there's some seepage.
Tom and Katie and TomKitten. Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Julia Roberts. Paris Hilton. Content is over! It's all MySpace! Sugar-free is the new sugar. Does the Today show decide what's important? Does Oprah? Are they twin gods, the bookends of our lives? Angelina and poor Brad Pitt. Bedbugs. James goes "highbrow," raving about HBO's Elizabeth I miniseries and identifying with the queen's love for Essex. Fenton relates Liz the First to Madonna – ultimately she will be alone. Moye knows all about Elizabeth from Philippa Gregory's trashy romance novels. Cate Blanchett. The Jesus Papers and the Theraputi. What actually IS the "gospel truth?" Discuss.
United 93. Is it patriotic to see it? Brian Williams wept. American Idol. Stick It. To hear him talk, you'd think Mariah Carey's "Say Something" had made James a Mariah fan.
For One or No Players
It's Pirate Baby's Cabana Battle 2006. Moye sent it over to the WOW Report with the note, "I couldn't finish watching it b/c it made my browser go all wonky, but CHECK IT OUT." Which is like saying, "This lasagna made me throw up, but TAKE IT HOME FOR THE FAMILY." But we were able to watch it with no ill effects. It's like a video game that you don't play. (Don't play it here)
Acousticosity
Regarding Madonna's appearance at Coachella this weekend, Stereogum wants to know, "Will Giant Drag and Nine Black Alps fans kick off their sandals in the dance tent to gawk at the leotarded Queen Mum Of Pop? Stereogum has no idea. But we'll take the opportunity to share a sweet acoustic version of Madge's 'Sorry' from indie rockers Swivel. Enjoy." OK, so we listened obediently to the band's cover and, hey, we indeed enjoyed. Listen to it here. (t/y Eddie from Swivel)
Confessions of a Hollywood Extra
2001 and 2002 were all about music videos. I must've worked on over 200 of them during those two years. They were easy jobs where you stood next to rock stars, ate free food, and made $100-$300 for a day's "work".
The hot directors at the time were Mc G, Nigel Dick, Dave Meyers, and Joseph Kahn. I worked for all of them at least three times. The extras, the crew, and the casting directors were like one big alternative family, bouncing back and forth from one musician's music video to the next.
More...21st-Century Vox
O MANDI…SA!!!
Woody Allen, that nerdy daughter-marrying freak, uses New York as a point of reference whenever he writes. John Grisham relates all of his stories to the legal field. And I tell stories through reality television. We write what we know, and believe me I know reality television. I watch it because, besides the obvious entertainment value that comes with seeing how far people will go to be on television, you can also learn a lot about the world.
For the three people on the planet who don’t watch American Idol, Mandisa was one of the contestants on this year's number-one-rated show. Now, I never really liked her that much because contrary to popular belief the biiiiatch couldn’t sing that well. Yeah, she was OK, but since they really want a white boy to be idol this year, some of the female participants are sub par. Well, after the bell-shaped (wow, she has a big ass!) diva was given her packing papers, she was asked to sing at a gay pride event. Mandisa declined, politely saying that she was not an advocate for gay people and didn’t think it would be fair for her to perform at the event.
More...Helter Shelter
Docteur Gecko is a guy who discovered a system of "hacking" into the advertising at bus shelters around the world. The genius of it all is that his fiendish work can be detected only under the shelters' nighttime lighting; during the day, everything is as it should be. This Desperate Housewives poster becomes chillingly more authentic at night. Check out some other "docteured" ads at Wooster Collective. (t/y Chris)
Pfeiffer Pfan Pfever
On the occasion of Michelle Pfeiffer's 48th birthday (actually tomorrow), Nathaniel R at Film Experience organized a blog-a-thon in her honor, corralling a whopping 35-and-counting blogs celebrating the extremely pretty actress and putting them under one roof – his. He notes that Libby Gelman Wexler aka Paul Rudnick once described Pfeiffer as "what God had in mind for humanity before the blueprints got all dusty and smudged in the glove compartment." So adjust your ergonomic stool, get your Starbucks and cigarettes handy, and spend the day with Michie.
Spade Calls Spade a Spade
Comedy troll David Spade says he has to suck it up before he goes on Howard Stern's radio show. "If I didn't actually believe he thought I was funny, I'd never go on," he tells Time magazine. "He doesn't do a lot of 'Your movie's great.' He does a lot of, 'You're not good-looking, girls only date you because you're on TV, most of your movies suck, you probably killed Chris Farley, you're jealous of Sandler, I have a caller that says he hates you.'" All true. And he might bring up Heather Locklear.
(Related: NPR and Christian radio listeners are now hearing the unwanted voice of Stern in their cars.)
The Ponch Line
Recently, That 70s Show and Party Monster star Wilmer Valderrama explained to the Los Angeles Daily News (the other white read) his take on the re-imagining of the TV show CHiPS as a theatrical feature, in which he'll play the Eric Estrada role of Poncherello.
What we're doing is, we're having fun with it, but we're not making fun of CHiPs. A lot of the remakes that have happened in the last couple of years have failed because they make fun of their franchise. You can't be making fun of something that at some point people cared so much about. For the world, CHiPs is a very serious drama. You can't disrespect that. What we want is for the comedy to be very organic and just be character driven – not to have funny costumes or funny gags.
In other words, it will make The Dukes of Hazzard seem stupid.
(Photo via GoldenFiddle)
In Name Only
The Baldwins's lesser-recognized brother Daniel, whom you should remember for his fine work in Bare Witness, Shut Up and Shoot!, and King of the Ants, was arrested last week when police followed up on a call from a woman saying she'd been threatened at the Ocean Park Motel in Santa Monica. Threatened how has not been made clear, but what is known is that when police arrived on the scene they found Baldwin, a man named Buddy, and cocaine. But perhaps it was only that – a scene. Perhaps Daniel and Buddy were rehearsing a scene for THE movie, the one that finally would be the break they'd been waiting for, the break that would make them STARS. Still, cops arrested them both, and Baldwin's bail was set at $10,000, which we're assuming Stephen or Alec will cough up. (TMZ)
Lust in Translation
It's said that Sofia Coppola, whose film Marie Antoinette will screen in competition at Cannes in May (Daddy won in 1979 for Apocalypse Now), is pregnant with the baby of Thomas Mars, frontman for the French band Phoenix. Mars recorded a song with the band Air for the soundtrack of Coppola's The Virgin Suicides, and it was via Air that she met Mars and used the Phoenix song "Too Young" in Lost in Translation. We assume the baby is their first collaboration outside of the studio.
In Needle of Help
The Sun newspaper released photos today of Pete Doherty injecting a fan with heroin as she lay on his kitchen, floored. One lady on The Sun messageboard said, "Pete is obviously very ill and needs help." The Sun agreed, sort of, using the headline YOU SICK IDIOT.
– Donal Coonan
April 27, 2006
And It's Happening Now!
I am a tech guy and, as such, I normally don't bother the Blogger with things I read on Slashdot, but this affects all of us: In just a few years a combination of government regulations and trusted system technologies could prevent blogs like this one from existing outside of the same major media conglomerations that control all of what you see and hear on TV and in theaters. Initiatives like this and this are aiming to take the neutrality out of the network, which means your favorite blog will have to be AT&T's favorite too or you'll have no guarantee it will connect at all. Other laws under consideration could make podcasting a crime if the caster doesn't use the "most restrictive" format available – meaning no more mp3 podcasts from KCRW. Think it couldn't happen? What's most frightening to me and other tech geeks like Stanford law prof Larry Lessig is that it's already happening and it's doing so invisibly. This is a link to a new documentary that hopes to shed some light on the subject. If you're in New York, go see it. If not, tell everyone you know.
– Ted Kupper
Stop the Madness
It was 1986. These musicians, including a very young Whitney Houston (and David Hasselhoff and Nancy Reagan and Kim Fields and Janet Jackson and Patrick Swayze and what appears to be the cast of Fame), thought they could stop the madness of drug use by singing an endless and tuneless song. We remember getting high while watching this. (t/y Beau)
Party Comrades
The new issue of Linda Simpson's My Comrade magazine is quite impressive, considering its humble beginnings. It's got a color cover, clean-design pages, good photos, and not a lot of text. Reminds us of the early days of the original Details, only a lot gayer. If nobody gets tired of it and the money doesn't run out, it could be around a long time. The benefit party for the mag at the Ukranian National Home in Manhattan was even gayer. Judging solely by the fab photos we've seen of the event, it looks like an Allan Kaprow happening or an indoor Burning Man. Michael Musto in his Village Voice column says there was a "Petit Versailles tent, where two guys dressed as Jesus were blowing the steaming pierogies, as it were, of anyone who unzipped." You can see a whole gallery of insane pictures from the party here.
Dunkleman Out
Remember Brian Dunkleman, the guy who cohosted that first season of American Idol with Ryan Seacrest? What ever happened to him? Did he fade into showbiz trivia? Not quite.
Baby Steps
In two days it will be a year ago that we ran the story of one-year-old Milagros Cerron who was born with fused legs, a usually fatal condition called sirenomelia, or "mermaid syndrome." At that time there were only three known cases, not including Daryl Hanna in Splash. The little Peruvian tot had surgery to separate her legs last June and just celebrated her second birthday with a birthday cake shaped like the Disney character The Little Mermaid, a nickname she's stuck with. Better than Splash, we suppose. If she made a wish after blowing out the candles, perhaps it was that she wouldn't have to suffer 10 more years of reconstructive surgery and rehab. (Yahoo)
The Mouth-Off Contest Reveal
It's time to announce the winners of the WOW Report's Silent Hill Mouth-Off contest, in which readers were invited to show us who they'd like to see silenced. We chose the two above, Dylan Power's Tom Cruise and Marcel IJssennagger's Silent Hillton, as dual winners because, yes, these people need to shut up for a while, but also because they looked most like the movie poster girl. To proleptically answer your question before you ask it, most of the entries were of Paris and President Bush, but we also received a couple of Cruises and a Rosie Perez, whom we haven't heard a peep out of for ages. Maggie Panyko is our runner-up with her images below of Bill O'Reilly and a shiny, silent Paris. You guys have collectible gifties on the way (please resend your mailing addresses) and we thank and e-kiss everyone else who entered.
A Man Has Kneads
Now it can be told. It was Kevin Costner who was accused of a lewd act at a golf resort in Scotland back in 2004. You missed that story? A 35-year-old masseuse at the Old Course Hotel in St. Andrews sued the hotel when she was fired for claiming the actor had masturbated in front of her while she was working him over. The hotel had kept the details of the case suppressed until now. The woman has since settled with the hotel and Costner's not saying anything. According to the woman, Costner kept putting his hand under his towel and when she was massaging his head, he grabbed her wrist, whipped off his towel, and began jerking off, presumably with his own hand. "Even though he was a Hollywood superstar," she said, "I couldn't believe he thought he could get away with something like that." Oh yeah, Costner and his new wife, Christine Baumgartner, were on their honeymoon at the time.
Girlfight
Back when Heather Locklear was starring on Spin City, she had to kiss guest star Denise Richards. "I have never felt such beautiful, soft lips in my life," she said back then. "I fell in love." Sadly, now she'd like to rip those lips right of Richards' ugly face. The former best friends are now in hate, and one has just cause. “Heather thinks Denise is the worst kind of woman — a backstabber,” a friend is supposed to have told Life & Style Weekly. “She wants nothing to do with her ever again.” Locklear is certain that the new relationship between Richards and Locklear's ex, Richie Sambora, is not as new as they'd like her to believe. And now it makes sense to Locklear why Richards encouraged her to divorce Sambora. "Now it looks like she had an ulterior motive," says the friend. And it's taken some of the edge off Charlie Sheen, explaining why he had to seek comfort from strangers. (via Jeannette Walls)
He's a Magic Man
True story. Magician David Copperfield and two employees were walking back to their tour bus after what must have been another self-congratulatory, smug-but-mind-blowing show in West Palm Beach, Florida, when they were accosted at gunpoint by two thugs who demanded that the three "give them our money and our stuff," said D Cop (we call him D Cop 'cause he's got that hip street do). The two employees gave the robbers what they had on them, including euros, $400, passports, and plane tickets. But the master illusionist turned his pockets inside out to show he was carrying nothing. But in actual fact – abra cadabra and all that – he was loaded down with cell phones, passport, and wallet. And we suspect there might have been a pigeon and a paper cone filled with milk. D Cop called the stunt "reverse pickpocketing."
Isn't She Lovely
Naomi Campbell has delivered a blow to the head of another maid, the replacement for the one Campbell fired and conked on the head with a cell phone last month. Six years ago, you'll remember, Campbell struck her assistant with a telephone and was ordered to attend anger management classes – to no apparent avail. And it seems always to be over designer jeans. Previously, Campbell accused maid Ana Scolavino of stealing jeans; now this new one, Gaby Gibson, had this to say: "She assaulted me too – and for the same reason as the other girl – over a pair of jeans. She hit me with her hand on the back of the head when I couldn't find her Stella McCartney jeans. She was cursing me [and] threatening that she was going to get me arrested and put me in jail for stealing her clothes." So we assume there's a position open at the Campbell residence for some star struck ingenue who wants to get a foot in the door of the modeling world. But "star struck" might prove too literal.
Plastic Surgery
"Real" dolls, like people, sometimes require a bit of surgery. Or, as this photo shows, a whole new neck. I hate to think what caused it but, thankfully, there's a place one can go to have repairs done. These photos are staggering. Thisisaknife will be using them tomorrow.
- Donal Coonan
April 26, 2006
Banana Appeal
Remember cute Kirk Cameron from the sitcom Growing Pains? He's all grown up now and a born-again Christian who wants to make sure no one dies without Christ. So he televangelizes. We've isolated a few minutes from a half-hour religious program co-hosted by Cameron and Ray Comfort, to bring you this clip in which Comfort demonstrates why the banana is "the atheist's nightmare." (Watch)
The View Goes Viral
Bravo's handsome blogger Andrew Cohen visited the hags of The View this morning, bringing with him a batch of viral videos that have circulated over the internet lo these years, which The View's producers labeled the World's Wildest Internet Clips. If you're able to read this post you have a computer and have seen most of them. Andy's a doll, and it's embarrassing to watch the gals fawn and flirt with him. Read Andy's view of his appearance on Andy's Blog and watch this clip here.
Postmarked from a Felon
20 april O6
dear james,
it’s unbelievable… that I am actually so close to being eligible to going home! I mean, I’m so not counting on being released in September… they hardly ever let anyone go home their first hearing… but just the idea of being eligible to go home, makes me nervous and excited and scared and anxious… I don’t know how I’ll react to being free again. In many ways I’m the same person I was before… but I’ve also changed a great deal… I guess I’ve finally begun to grow up… at FORTY! It’s incredible, isn’t it? That we’re only growing up… in our middle age! It’s so American… I just wrote something really cool in my book… about the whole I-don’t-want-to-grow-up thing… about how something like this is only possible in rich countries… where a sector of the population can afford to never grow up… and never have to face responsibilities…
NBC vs Predator
When I was a kid, I loved Candid Camera. Now NBC has taken that format and made it better. Dateline’s To Catch a Predator is my new voyeuristic guilty pleasure.
If you haven’t seen any of the episodes yet, here's what happens: Dateline producers log onto internet chat rooms pretending they’re 13-year-old girls or boys looking for sex with an Older Man. Then they lure the men (they’re always men) to a house in the suburbs. Once the guys walk through the door looking for their jailbait date, they’re confronted by a reporter – and a house full of hidden cameras. It’s like Candid Camera: Pedophile Edition. It's the only show where you actually see people’s lives flash before their eyes. Doctors, rabbis, priests (duh) make up excuses, beg for mercy, and plead for the tapes not to be used. Sure, it's entrapment, but the guys are pervs. And people love to watch because they can take the high moral ground and still revel in the salaciousness of it all.
And apparently a lot of people are reveling – NBC is planning four new episodes for sweeps. The first one airs tonight.
– Todd R
Randy's Gayest Sunday Ever
Last Sunday was my gayest Sunday ever. I spent the afternoon with RuPaul. We walked over to the piers. We saw Joel Grey walking his tiny dog. (Ru recognized his nose job – Joel's, not the dog's.) Ru played me the hilarious scat track "My Dumps" and, as we listened, Sara Jessica Parker walked by us. Then we walked down Christopher Street and purchased Liza With a Z – from a man with more foundation than, well, Liza with a Z. After watching Liza With a Z, at Ru's place (and screaming), I was treated to a bootleg remix of a Diana Ross track. Ru is convinced it could be the beginning of her next big comeback. And finally, the gay-piece-de-resistance was seeing a glimpse of RuPaul's Starbooty: Reloaded! The gays need this movie so badly....the world needs it!
– Randy Barbato
Not Feeling the Heat
At gunpoint, could you identify this guy? It's Jeff Timmons. Still scratching your head? He was one of the boys who was not a Lachey in the boy band 98 Degrees. He's just been arrested for drunk driving – and without a license – in Melbourne, Florida, after leaving a celebrity softball game. (Was he in it or just watching?) Adding to the humiliation, the cops listed his occupation as "unemployed." Sadly, this constitutes a blind item, even with his name and picture. Sadder still is that tattoo on his arm. But now, at least no one can say he can't get arrested.
Being Bobbie Brown
Shut up. Whitney and Bobby's girl, 13-year-old Bobbie Christina, seems none the worse for wear in the wake of 24/7 reality-TV cameras and smokaholic parents. She seems to be shaping up nicely. These photos were sent to us with a note: "Look at Bobbie Christina Brown. I am so glad that she is growing into her look. Especially with all the drama in her life – Whitney in and out of rehab, etc. I thought she was destined to have food console her, but it looks like she has stretched out into a lady (somewhat). Her hair even looks decent considering she is near water." Yeah, she looks fierce.
It's About Time
We're a bit obsessed with clever clocks and watches, perhaps because when we were a boy all we had were sundials and they didn't work as well indoors. This morning, when we went to Kikkerland, the site that had a clock we discovered on BoingBoing, we came across this stunning Mona Lisa clock. With the imminent release of The Da Vinci Code, it couldn't be more, you know, timely.
(See also)
Snap!
Mary-Kate Olsen, who usually favors dressing like a bag lady, was recently spotted utilizing the services of a lady with a bag. A garment-bag lady specifically. We assume M-K's got something supercute to change into inside that bag, but meanwhile it serves nicely as a portable screen to shield her from the lenses of prying paparazzi, who really aren't that prying these days. But it looks good to look as if they are. (via Socialite's Life)
April 25, 2006
Sitings
• The Fancy Pants Adventure. A game. You like games. And there's an angry penguin to deal with. (t/y Ted)
• Prom season approaches, you'll want to learn how to tie a bow tie. Either yours or your boyfriend's.
• This is like watching an Etch-a-Sketch with a mental disorder. Add your two or more cents to the chaos. (t/y Eduardo)
• Johnny Fox's Freakatorium El Museo Loco is a Lower East Side wonder and an online marvel. And it doesn't cost a dime.
Cold Comfort
They say that Americans drink about 22 gallons of beer a year. We assume that's each American and we think that's a low estimate. Around this office, at least. Now Miller, we learn, is to be the first brewery to introduce cold can technology. The website NewTechSpy explains how it will work.
Specially modified cans use proprietary engineering to create a temperature drop that will reduce the I.C. Can contents by a minimum of 30° Fahrenheit in just three minutes. When activated, the all natural desiccant contained within a vacuum draws the heat from the beverage through the evaporator into an insulated heat-sink container. It is this patented vacuum-power which lowers the temperature so dramatically and quickly, leaving the beverage inside cold.
Right. But we don't need to know any of that. All we need to know is how to activate it, and that's shown in the diagram. Twist to break seal. But it reminds us of those cans of shaving cream that never really caught on about a decade or so ago, the ones that produced a hot shave right in the can. Novel, but not really necessary. (via AgendaInc)
Put Your Hands Where We Can Hear Them
Jack Lord would have loved this, lord knows. It's a musical hand job they're calling manualism. This guy has chosen the theme from Hawaii Five-O for his recital. Put your hands together.... (t/y Nick)
(William Tell Overture)
Brokeback Shire
What was TBS implying with this slyly edited promo for its screening of Peter Jackson's The Lord of the Rings? Nice touch, that roll of the eyes from Gandalf. (Watch the clip)
Moye Better Blues
Moye Ishimoto writes:
Please bear with me for a moment. I'm going through a small identity crisis. Actually, that's not the right word for it. More like a what-the-fuck-is-going-on crisis.
See, it all stems from my name. I've spent the past 24 years telling people how to pronounce my name, how to spell it, where it comes from, and Why, thank you, I think it's a cool name, too. It won't ever end. You can't even spell it in English with its proper Japanese pronunciation (or else I would be Moe, one of the Pep Boys) so my parents just tacked on a "Y" in the middle to make it even more confusing (thanks, Mom). On the first day of elementary school, the teacher wrote "Moya" on my pink name tag. At my last job, someone addressed me as "Moesh Meadows" for about a week, and even yesterday I got a letter in the mail for a "Maye."
Hello, people, is an ethnic name really that hard to deal with?!
More...The Maury the Merrier
We were not aware that Maury Povich even had a talk show anymore, but then we're not home during the day. And if we were, we'd be too bogged down with WOW podcast obsessions Oprah, Martha, and Tyra to bother with Maury. OK, so he has a show with a really fun website. But now a 28-year-old producer on his show, Bianca "Tape Girl" Nardi, is suing the show for $40 mil (10 for damages, 30 punitive), claiming the studio was “permeated with the use of alcohol, pornographic videos, and parties inviting open and notorious sexual activity.” And worse. And she doesn't mean as daily topics for on-air discussion. (But probably that too.) One of her duties on the show, she says, was to tape the breasts of the female guests "in order to photograph them with large boobs," whatever that means (doesn't taping them make them smaller?) She also says, er, alleges that Maury had a long-running sexual affair with another producer, making for an ugly anti-female environment, and that she was forced to hike up her tits, go to bars and talk dirty to men, then secretly videotape them offering sex, all for segments that would air on the show. A mouthpiece for Maury says, er, alleges the accusations are without merit, but we think it sounds like the kind of behind-the-scenes machinations that make for good television. We're gonna have to set the TiVo.
Jay's Gay Way
We don't care for Jay Leno at all, though we find ourselves watching him often. Mostly we like the "Headlines" segment and that open-mike-on-the-street thing that, let's face it, are products of his producers. Leno is not funny, though it's said that he stays up till four in the morning honing that crap with his writing staff. His stuff is mostly dismissable pap, except for his overtly macho swaggering, which is embarrassingly outdated, and his jabs at gays, which are insulting and smack of a '50s mentality, all limp wrists and lisping.
Avenue Q playwright Jeff Whitty (who was on WOW's VH1 show Totally Gay) can't take Jay's take on gays anymore and has written an open letter to him. Whitty doesn't mince words (but Leno would be sure to have him mincing in every other way, causing his all-tourist audience to shriek with hilarity – we cannot let his audience escape blame for its approval.) The letter ran on the 429 News website, and we picked it up via Queerty.
I know you know gay people, Mr. Leno. Are they just jokes to you, to be snickered at behind their backs? Despite the angry tenor of my letter, I suspect you're a better man than that. I don't bother writing letters to the "God Hates Fags" people, or Donald Wildmon, or the pope. But I think you can do better. I know it's The Tonight Show, not a White House press conference, but you reach a lot of people.
Gimme a Tape!
Attention everyone. This is it. World of Wonder has seen the future. And it involves pom-poms, pleated skirts, megacones, and, unfortunately, not hot, young, lithe 16-year-olds jumping up and down, but even better – ADULTS.
We'll be putting together the first official and best World of Wonder Adult Cheerleading Team EVER and we need everyone to audition. That means YOU. This is YOUR chance to be a part of history, and could even make you the next star!
No prior cheerleading experience is necessary. Just your gut, your teamwork, and SPIRIT FINGERS! Submission tapes can either be emailed to casting@worldofwonder.net or snail mailed to the following address:
WOW Cheer!
6650 Hollywood Boulevard
Suite 400
Los Angeles CA 90027
BRING. IT. ON.
– Moye Ishimoto
Snap!
Meanwhile, Denise has been rebounding from her breakup with Sheen by dating Richie Sambora, the ex of her best friend, Heather Locklear. According to Star magazine, a mutual friend said that Denise "didn't want to stir up trouble with Heather, but by the fourth meeting he took Denise up to his bedroom, and they made love for hours." What interests us most in this picture is the money she's holding in her right hand. What's that about? (via HollywoodTuna)
The Sheen Is Off the Sheens
While the merriment continues to bubble merrily on Charlie Sheen's top-rated sitcom, Two and a Half Men, the dark side of ha-ha festers on the homefront. It has come to light that Sheen may have caused – or had a part in – the death of a rack-heavy porn star who told the National Enquirer last March that Sheen paid her $15,000 for sex, and set in motion the ugly divorce-inducing rift between him and Denise Richards. In a sworn declaration (available for ogling on The Smoking Gun, bless its little heart), Richards says she asked her hubby about it and he didn't deny it. "No comment," he said. During their marriage, Richards maintains, Sheen was a bully, assaulting her and threatening her life and, according to her statement, not only was he addicted to gambling and prostitutes, but he spent much of his time surfing porn on the internet, visiting sites "which promoted very young girls, who looked underage to me with pigtails, braces, and no pubic hair performing oral sex with each other" and other sites that featured "gay pornography also involving very young men who also did not look like adults." Also it seems that Sheen's speech, when working without a script at home, lacked the clever bon mots that pepper his sitcom dialogue and reverted to an unpleasant default setting. (See also)
Growing Up Soprano
Robert Iler was 15 when he started on The Sopranos as Tony's son, AJ, and has grown up while we watched. If we could've, we'd have pinched his fat little cheek repeatedly through the growing process, in that way people do. Here he is from 2000 to 2006. Is it just us or does he look really handsome in the second picture (2001), when he was arrested for robbery and drug possession? (Courtesy TMZ)
Right Before His Eyes
Elton John performed on the Today show this morning. After singing "Your Song," Sir Elton complained about not being able to see the Teleprompter (as the show went to commercial). After the break, he sang "Right Before My Eyes," though apparently the Teleprompter was still not right before his eyes, but rather off to his right. (Related)
– Randy Barbato