Ahh, the sound of rain, the clicking of busy laptops, Moye in army drag, James in Burberry trench – and they’re off! James’s new MySpace, his fans and commenters, and his magnetic appeal on this podcast are discussed. “We might as well be chairs,” says Randy of his and Fenton’s video value. Moye brings up the anorexia MySpace. 8th & Ocean, the twin with bad skin. The Guinea worm. Moye’s burrito in Costa Mesa: “They made it out of poo.” Kristin on Laguna Beach: celebrity or not celebrity? Film begat TV begat reality TV begat scripted reality TV begat Laguna Beach. Big Love: Viagra-driven. Randy loves Chloë. James has run out of room in his heart for new shows. Fenton finds Rudy Galinda “fagulous” on that Skating’s Next Star thing, the wrong show on the wrong network at the wrong time. Lisa Rinna subbing for Kelly Ripa. The new celebrities don’t hold a candle to the old newsmakers of the ’80, like Bess and Sukhreet and Fawn and Hedda. God bless good old beaten-up Hedda. Stop laughing. We’ve gpt the preacher’s wife, Natalie Holloway mother, and Terri Schiavo’s husband. How many days do you think it will take until people realize you’re dead? The View. A semiconscious Star calls the evil Joy a bitch. And Wilmer Valderrama’s sizable penis.