#1 & #2 - Maybe they have an arrangement. I don't know. What I do know is that this A list female singer was spotted making out with someone who was most definitely not her celebrity husband.
#3 - This recently deceased D list comedian was huge back in the day. On a flight to Trinidad & Tobago our comedian asked one of the flight attendants out that night for dinner. The flight attendant went out and had her hair done and bought a new dress thinking this could be a very special date. The date? An orgy.
#4 & #5 - This B+/A- list movie actress has been considering throwing in the towel on her long time religion in favor of Scientology. Her B list movie star significant other has been introducing her to some of his friends who are big proponents of Scientology and she has been giving it a try.
Friday, October 23, 2009
#1 & #2 - Maybe they have an arrangement. I don't know. What I do know is that this A list female singer was spotted making out with someone who was most definitely not her celebrity husband.
Soupy Sales - RIP
Wow, Angie Harmon & Debra Messing in the same picture.
Antonio Sabato Jr. treading in the footsteps of Jon Gosselin and Lindsay Lohan.
Jennifer Garner shows some love to Ben Affleck
and then Ben shows some love to Jon Hamm.
Camilla Belle looks great.
LOVE the witches hat on Cheryl Burke's dog.
At the ONEXONE auction last night someone won a kiss with Charlize Theron. Charlize didn't hold back.
Meanwhile at the same auction, no bidders for Piven.
The randomness of the day. Diane Kruger, Kirk Douglas and Quentin Tarantino.
Demi Moore looking like well, like she always does.
Eva Mendes and her house dress.
Evan Rachel Wood
A brand new look for Gwen Stefani.
Did you even recognize her?
Hilary Duff after leaving Ken Paves' salon. That's a big bag.
Jonny Lee Miller who was great in the play, Sienna who wasn't and looks atrocious and Marin Ireland.
A first time appearance for Jason Reitman.
Markie Post from the way back machine.
Now I know what happened to Cousin Eddie's shoes from Vacation. Michael Stipe has them.
The newlyweds Hugh Dancy and Claire Danes.
Who knew Pamela Anderson was a furry.
Paramore - New York
In Spain this week they are holding the Prince Of Asturias Awards. I have no idea what those are, but I do know Princess Letizia was everywhere.
Rick Fox and Eliza Dushku discussing what it was like to be married to a former Miss America.
Carlos Santana - San Francisco
Only in Hollywood would you have a porn star
and a Nickelodeon star at the same event.
The cast of White Collar. Matt Bomer, Tiffani Thiessen and Tim DeKay.
Sure, now that the Yankees are in the post season everyone in the family wants to go to the games.
I think I might have said a few weeks ago that there was no way Jon Gosselin was going to come up with the $180K the judge said he needed to repay to the family bank account. Jon has until Monday and I can tell you that the only way it is going to happen is if someone gives him a loan based on future earnings. He doesn't have the money otherwise. Do you want to know where it went? It sure as hell didn't go to his kids. It probably went to Hailey Glassman's fake breasts, all of that Louis Vuitton I saw her wearing and carrying last weekend, vacations, Gucci sneakers, and to invest in the Michael Lohan Mesh Shirt Corporation.
According to Kate's lawyers, Jon deposited $28,500 a week ago and nothing since. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not even used Ed Hardy t-shirts. If he had it all he would have deposited it then.
On Monday Kate's lawyer will be in court and Jon will probably whine and avoid being held in contempt. I can't believe he took money from his kids to party like a washed up middle aged man on the hunt for 20 year old women with no self esteem who think that just because they buy Louis Vuitton they look good but he did.
Sienna Miller had her opening night on Broadway last night. She stars in the new production of After Miss Julie and if the critics had their way she wouldn't be there at all. The reviewer from The NY Times admitted he is a fan of Sienna Miller, couldn't wait to see her and this is all he could find to say nice about the performance.
"Ms Miller registers as a healthy, sane young woman with good diction, good posture and great legs. Commendable as these attributes are, they are of limited use in portraying a tautly wound, death-courting neurotic who is eaten alive by her own demons. If Julie is written as clashing chords of conflicted impulses, Ms Miller plays them like a novice at a piano, plunking down each note loudly and individually."
That isn't good.
Here is another from The Wall Street Journal.
"A model turned second-tier movie star, all she does is stalk around the stage striking vampy poses... she has no more business playing a classic stage role than I have posing for the cover of Vogue."
Next time Sienna you really need to portray a woman who is having an affair with a married man. You will win a Tony.
It turns out that the whole Jodie Sweetin and Cody Herpin drama that played out earlier this year and late last year actually contained allegations that were true. The things that Cody said about Jodie? Absolutely true. The fact that Cody was living off Jodie and her income? Absolutely true.
Jodie is making some money off her drug use again. This time her new book is called unSweetined. In her book she says that when she told the world she was clean she really wasn;t and that after she had her daughter she still wasn;t clean.
This is a VERY long excerpt, but hey if the publishers are going to give it to Amazon, I'm going to give it to you. Plus it is really really good. Oh, and it is just the first chapter!
I was tired of trying. Tired of controlling myself. Tired of caring.
It was a Sunday night and my options were to sit home and get some rest for the big day I had on Monday or to go out, party, and not worry about anything. So when a friend called and asked me if I wanted to head to Hermosa Beach, I didn't hesitate.
Before I knew it I was smoking meth and doing my hair, preparing for a big night. I drove off solo with my toâ??go cup filled with alcohol. I never went anywhere without my toâ??go cup.
It was a typical night of partying. I met some people at a bar in Hermosa Beach that played house music on Sundays from 2:00 p.m. until around 2:00 a.m. I was friendly with the bar's owner so there was always a table waiting for me, and half-priced bottles for being such a good customer.
From the second I walked in, it was on. Some friend gave me a hug and put Ecstasy right in my mouth. That's how the night started. Simple as that.
Coke. No problem. We were doing it right at the table. Meth wasn't as socially acceptable so I did that at home, alone, or with a couple friends who were also using. But the coke, the Ecstasy -- the party -- went until closing. It almost always did.
Then it was back to my place in Westchester, a Los Angeles neighborhood around the corner from LAX. It was always back to my place. Somehow the group had grown to about fifteen or twenty people. I was playing the role of after-party host. Looking back, I think I liked the control. I was always the driver, the host; it was always my show. With people waiting to party, I went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of Jack Daniel's in one hand, a bottle of champagne under my arm, and a big plate of coke in the other hand for all of my guests. The crowd went wild. Standing ovation. Just how I liked it.
As usual the party continued into the near-daylight hours. There was still a plate of coke on the living-room table and a handful of friends -- and I use that term loosely -- were making themselves at home.
The only problem? In seven hours I would be standing in front of a roomful of college students at Marquette University telling them how great it felt to overcome a drug addiction and how important it was to stay off drugs. I had a flight to catch and needed to be at the airport by 5:30 a.m., and at a quarter to five, I was still nose-deep in a pile of cocaine with a roomful of strangers listening to house music. And I hadn't even packed!
I was pretty good at pulling off this kind of thing. All my life I had given everyone exactly what they wanted. If Full House producers needed someone to look cute while eating Oat Boats, I smiled in my cereal. If my friends needed a house to party in, I opened my doors, supplied drugs, and broke up lines of cocaine with a credit card. And if America decided I was supposed to be a role model, I hopped on a plane, turned on my best Stephanie-Tanner-all-grown-up face-and gave a speech.
So at 5:00 a.m. I threw some clothes in a bag, probably forgetting socks or toothpaste or something important, and attempted to make a clean escape. But the night of partying really left me frazzled. I came into the living room with my packed bag in hand and started shaking. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. I had been up for two days straight, partying without a care in the world, and now I was starting to lose it.
On the car ride I realized I was wearing a Tâ?? shirt that said "Things you shouldn't take to the airport" with pictures of drugs, guns, and a toothpaste tube larger than three ounces. I was one for three; I was carrying a bag of cocaine because I knew I couldn't get through the next twenty-four hours without it -- and praying the stupid shirt didn't give me away to the airport security guard. That sort of paranoia comes along with drug use. The guard searching my bag will not see the humor in my Tâ??shirt and will look extra hard through my bags. Oh my God! What am I going to do?
He did search pretty hard, but not because of the shirt. I took a deep breath and attempted to remain cool as the guard rummaged through my belongings. My friend who drove me to the airport told me I probably shouldn't talk to anybody because at that point I couldn't put together a complete sentence. The security guy took out my cosmetic case and asked me about every item. It took every ounce of energy I had to get out the words "lip gloss" and "mascara" without looking like a complete wreck. But I was dying inside. I thought this was it. I was going to get busted. How could I not? The guard then pulled out the compact where I kept my coke. My heart was beating through my chest. I thought for sure I was going to be arrested. And then it happened...
"OK, ma'am, have a nice flight."
I was safe.
I sat down at the gate and nearly broke down. What am I doing? What the hell is wrong with me? How did I become this person?
If I had had that gun my shirt warned against, I probably would have blown my brains out. I was miserable...and exhausted.
When I got to my hotel near Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, I slept for a few hours but when I woke up I was still dead tired. I was a mess. Luckily I had the coke to pick me back up. I did a few key bumps and headed to the lecture hall, where a sold-out crowd waited to hear me speak. I thought for sure that one of the professors would take one look at me and kick me out. But none did. They wanted to hear about the trials and tribulations of Jodie Sweetin, or at least the Jodie Sweetin I had created by appearing on Good Morning America and talking to People magazine.
I stood up at the podium, looked around the room, and put on my best TV smile. I was so disappointed in myself. I was living a complete lie. But unfortunately, guilt doesn't make you stop. I talked about growing up on television and about how great my life was now that I was sober, and then midspeech I started to cry. The crowd probably thought that the memories of hitting rock bottom were too much for me to handle. Or maybe they thought the tears were just a way for an actor to send a message that drugs are bad. I don't know what they thought.
I know what they didn't think. They didn't think I was coming down from a two-day bender of coke, meth, and Ecstasy and they didn't think that I was lying to them with every sentence that came out of my mouth. That much I do know. The little bit of coke that I had done before the speech wasn't enough to make me forget how bad I felt for doing what I was doing. The guilt was eating away at me. I was struggling to keep it together, but no one realized that. I finished. They applauded. Standing ovation. Just how I liked it. And it was over.
I was just so tired. Tired of lying. Tired of pretending to be someone that I wasn't. I took a deep breath and walked out of the lecture hall. I went back to my hotel room and buried my face in my hands. I couldn't keep doing this. It had to end.
But not today. I wiped away the tears and finished the baggie of coke.
Fuck it. I'll quit tomorrow.
It had been a year since I went on Good Morning America and told the world that I was a recovered drug addict. And back then I really was recovering -- or trying to, anyway. I had been sober for a few months, but I knew in the back of my mind it wasn't over. I wasn't ready.
But the story was a good one and it landed me the speaking jobs I needed to keep my career going and the drug money rolling in. Drugs and alcohol don't come cheap -- especially when you are also buying for a group of friends who mooch off your residual checks. I didn't put up with eight seasons of Kimmy Gibbler so they could get high!
With the new income and a new house in Los Angeles it was all too easy to get right back into drugs.
It started one day, just a few months after my GMA spot, when I got a random phone call from a friend who I used with and who occasionally sold me drugs. I invited her to my place. I was in an apartment at the time. I knew it was a really bad idea to invite her over but I wanted to test myself, I guess. We hung out, played cards. I told her I hadn't done meth in a while. One thing led to another and just like that, I was back.
After trying to stay sober and then relapsing a number of times, battling the decision to remain sober for a couple of months, I began to give up on myself. Then, when I moved into the house, I stopped putting in the effort altogether. "You can do this again," I told myself about using. I wasn't in a relationship and I didn't have a good group of friends around me. I was frustrated and tired of trying. I had it in my head that I just wasn't done.
I was always up for any party, especially if it involved Las Vegas, but my newfound careless attitude often got in my way. I regularly lost cell phones, wallets, and other valuables. One weekend, everyone decided to head out to Vegas, but before I could leave, I had to get cash from the bank since I had misplaced my ATM card. I took out ten thousand dollars in cash to bring with me to bankroll the alcohol and drugs for everyone, as usual, and a little shopping for me.
In Sin City I spent two thousand dollars on makeup and an outfit for the evening and was ready to have fun. The night brought us to various clubs and then to a blowout back at the hotel. Random people made their way in and out of my party until the sun came up. The next morning I noticed that the remaining eight thousand dollars was gone. Maybe I lost it, or maybe it was stolen. I didn't care.
Whether in Vegas or in Hollywood, people would call and ask if I had plans, and even when I had had no intention of going out, I would say, "yeah sure" and it would be off to a night on the town. Outside of the speeches, I didn't have any responsibilities so I often blew off my family and sober friends and opted to hang out with whoever wanted to do drugs.
Quickly, I was back to partying like I was at my worst, spending seven hundred dollars a week on meth, coke, and ...
TNT released a set of commercials to promote the NBA. In those commercials Rainn Wilson plays a taxi driver. Rainn has admitted the taxi driver is a rip off of what Donal Logue used to do in his Jimmy The Cab Driver.
Donal says that Rainn has no integrity. Actually his official Facebook comment was "Rainn Wilson officially has zero integrity."
Now, Rainn admitted he took the character from Donal so what else was he supposed to do? Is he the one who wrote the spots? I am caught in a very tough position here because I love Jimmy The Cab Driver and Donal Logue and I also love Rainn Wilson and they are both very nice. Is Donal pissed because the NBA didn't want Donal and wanted Rainn? At some point, ideas get copied and imitated and if you pay respect to the originator of the idea and come out and say that you ripped that person off that is a whole lot different than a Carlos Mencia person where he steals jokes and never admits they are stolen.
What do you think? Is Donal Logue's character not allowed for all time? Is it an homage to a great character? Below is my favorite Jimmy skit and also one of the NBA ones. (Thanks Sarah)
Let me start out by saying that Ashlee Simpson getting fired off Melrose Place made yesterday afternoon joyous and makes those blind items out there almost kind of moot. Anyway, tempering my joyousness is the fact that Colin Egglesfield also got fired in some sort of network sacrifice.
I know the show sucks, but there are some redeeming points and Colin Egglesfield was one of them. In most polls of the 40 people who actually watch Melrose, Colin's character Auggie is by far the favorite male character if not the favorite character on the whole show. So, of course the network fires him. This is why you work for CW and not CBS.
Yesterday EW and Mr. Aussielo broke the news first. Michael interviewed the show runner and this is what he had to say about the firings.
So it was always the plan for Ashlee to leave after episode 12?
SLAVKIN: Yes. Because we felt that once the murder mystery was resolved, the tone of the show was going to shift into a much more fun, romantic, sexy upbeat kind of show, and [her] character would move on.
Same thing with Colin?
SLAVKIN: Colin was always meant to be the ultimate suspect. And his brooding alcoholic [character] tonally didn’t fit the paradigm moving into post-murder mystery Melrose Place.
How did Ashlee and Colin take the news?
SLAVKIN: They’re total professionals and they took it like professionals. When you go into a show you never know what’s going to evolve and what the possibilities are. But because they knew ahead of time [that leaving was a possibility], it wasn’t a complete shock.
OK, so after reading that you say to yourself Ashlee didn't get fired because she is the worst actor short of Tommy Wiseau and instead knew it was coming. So, Ashlee ends up looking good. It also sounds like Colin knew he was going be let go after this arc and that there was nothing poor Slavkin could do about it. Uh huh.
Well, today, E! managed to get a hold of Colin and this is what he told them.
You were initially hired to be an ongoing series regular on Melrose Place, right?
Yes, definitely. I was slated to be in 10 of the 13 first episodes, but I had a multiyear contract.
What happened to change that? How did you learn they weren't going forward with you and your character?
I got the call this morning from our producers, Todd [Slavkin] and Darren [Swimmer]. They were really saddened, and you could tell it was difficult for them to break this news to me. They said it was a network decision, and they said the network thought Auggie was a little too dark, with his alcoholism. They felt like in the landscape of Melrose they wanted to change the tone of the show. So that's the explanation that they gave me.
And this morning was the first you'd heard of it?
They said that it wasn't anything against me or my talent or anything. There was never any discussion that they weren't sure what they were going to do with me or my character. And it wasn't like I was getting in fights with crew members or punching people out.
So, there you have it. The producers lied to the actors, lied to Entertainment Weekly and Michael Ausiello, and then lied again because they told their wives they were working late. I don't know about that last part, but I don't know how you fire the most popular member of your cast. It doesn't matter if you watch the show or not, you don't fire the fan favorite because what few fans you do have will say bye. Dumb, dumb move.
The National Enquirer spends a great deal of time this week discussing the fact or rumor or conjecture that Oksana Grigorieva has said no to Mel Gibson's offer of $5M a year for every year they are married. She wants half of what he has. Well half ain't what it used to be honey because Mel is about to lose $500M to his wife because of you. Oh, and because of Mel and Mel's thing between his legs. I just thought about that. Oksana is costing Mel $500M. Is she worth $500M? Is any person worth $500M? I'm guessing that Mel has probably cheated lots and lots of times. I doubt he just found this Russian one day and said he was in the mood and that it had never happened before. I think the problem was this time he got someone pregnant and embarrassed the family and so now it is going to cost him $500M. Lets say he marries Oksana and while they are married earns that $500M back. If he divorces Okasana it means that she would get half of that $500M and end up costing him at least $750M. At least that much. That is mind blowing. Much more mind blowing than the fact he is talking pre nup with Oksana and yet he is still married.
Oksana isn't afraid to walk away wither. Timothy "I used to be James Bond and haven't done jack since" Dalton tried to get Oksana to sign a pre nup and she said no and walked away from the relationship.
Two more days and we could have made a movie. Well, really two because isn't there 28 Days Later and also 28 Days? Not even close to the same movie, but each very good in their own right. Anyway, 26 days after the Swiss took Roman Polanski into custody, the United States finally got off its ass and formally asked the Swiss to extradite him.
So, I am hoping that whoever is keeping track of the petition will go ahead and post it in the comments. I don't know how any person can support the guy and say it was wrong that he was arrested in Switzerland. I bet none of those people who signed will show up in court. I still haven't got an answer from Natalie Portman's publicist as to the reason she signed the petition. So, someone please post the names and then we can e-mail all the publicists and ask them if their clients will show up in court and support Polanski in person where cameras can see a face and not just a name on a petition.
Do you remember right after Nick Prugo was arrested, a woman named Rachel Lee turned herself in for questioning? Well, Rachel Lee is just 19 and is allegedly the ringleader of all the celebrity burglaries. Not counting the Kardashians who in a really really bad choice of words said they know who the real burglar is.
Anyway, I called Rachel the mastermind, but getting yourself caught on tape as you break into each of the houses isn't that masterful or very smart. Allegedly broke in. Allegedly. God, now I sound like Kathy Griffin.
Yesterday Rachel along with three other women were arrested in connection with the Lindsay burglary, Audrina Patridge burglary and even the Paris Hilton burglary. OK, so we know what their m.o. is. D listers who somehow by some pact with the devil make more than all of us by a factor of 20. Sounds to me like they are just modern day Robin Hoods, or Rachel Hoods. One of the women arrested is the younger sister of Playboy model Tess Taylor who as you will recall was seen hanging out with Nick Prugo and Tess' boyfriend Drake Bell. This all just gets more interesting. Tess is even trying to make a buck off her sister's arrest as she brought a camera crew for a reality show pilot she is trying to shop.
I also think that you should automatically get pardoned for burglarizing Paris' house. I don't condone crime, but this one is pretty harmless and I still haven't heard a peep from Lindsay about this whole thing. Sure, mom is probably on her knees praying or on her knees doing something, but I'm not 100% convinced Lindsay didn't have a hand in this.
Good news! Terry Tush-Trade has a sexually uninhibited companion on the Twilight set—and how.
No, not in that way, you dirty-minded A.T. readers (for the record, Terry seems to have calmed down from when we last checked in). What we mean is that another member of the Twilight franchise is getting all kinds of frisky across the gender borders.
Meet Rocky Trailer, a good-lookin' young thing who really embraces the sex card, and deliciously (and loudly) so!
Oh, except there's one huge difference between Rocky and Terry:
Rocky doesn't give a s--t about keeping this bisexuality thing a secret.
See, R.T. is a free-loving, we're-all-young-and-horny-let's-have-fun-while-we-can kinda person (cast loves Rocky, big-time). Think more like Angelina Jolie—not Toothy Tile, Crotch Uh-Lastic or Nevis Divine (nowadays, that is).
Rocky finds sexuality empowering. Although Roc may not have a gay partner now, or who knows if there was actually a really, really serious one in the past, Trailer's unapologetic about the au naturel horny feelings felt for both men and women.
And guess what? This person's identity is going to be revealed sooner rather than later!
That's right: revealed. We're told Rocky T.'s going to talk freely about it all, possibly during press for New Moon, although in the end, that's really Rock's decision, isn't it?
For the record, this isn't some gimmick publicity stunt (like New Moon really needs it). We hear that it's really because Trailer doesn't give an ef who knows the score. Labels are so overrated.
So, reporters, ya ready to ask the right questions? Sure know we are.
And It Ain't: Jackson Rathbone, Anna Kendrick, Dakota Fanning
Thursday, October 22, 2009
What married with child/ren barely an A list movie actor is very quiet on planes. It isn't so much that he is quiet but rather that he will not talk to the flight attendants or any passengers who approach him. When the flight attendant asks him for a drink he has either told his assistant ahead of time or whispers it to his assistant who passes it along to the flight attendant. This is repeated throughout the flight. If a passenger comes up to him during the flight, the assistant talks for the actor and the actor either nods or shakes his head in response to autograph requests. Oh, he does make exceptions for very attractive women.
There wasn't a clear cut winner for the top spot today, but Andrew McCarthy is never a bad choice.
Billy Bob Thornton has shaved his goatee, but he still probably hates Canada.
Bon Jovi - Meadowlands Stadium Parking Lot
And then a bus came through the intersection and cut to the credits where you hear Every Rose Has It's Thorn.
Camilla Alves is pregnant right?
Speaking of pregnant, David Beckham gives you an idea how he would look.
Dennis Quaid earlier in the evening last night when he was presumably still sober.
Editors - London
"My parents went on vacation and all they got me was this lousy t-shirt. Don't they know who I am?"
Probably my favorite picture of the day. Elaine Stritch and the incomparable Martha Plimpton.
Gwen Stefani in an airport strip tease.
A few things. First, Holly Madison has ruined my favorite In-N-Out by eating there. Second she looks shocked that someone actually caught her eating. Finally, she has absolutely perfect posture.
Jessica Alba looks genuinely happy. I love photos like that no matter who they are.
Looking anything but happy are Jessica Biel and Justin Timberlake.
Yeah, yeah, Jane Krakowski, but look around her. It is nothing but Godiva. If anyone is passing out Godiva chocolate on Halloween, give me a call and I will come trick or treating. Wait until you see my costume.
Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony arguing about which way to go.
Katie Price up close and well, really, this is something I didn't need to see.
Speaking of didn't need to see. This is from two days ago, but I saw it again this morning and I just can't believe she is 23 and that her mom doesn't think Lindsay has any problems at all. When your kid dies there won't be any more paychecks. Well, except for residuals but Dina would have to split that with Michael if Lindsay doesn't have a will.
Same pose different t-shirt.
More Kardashian class.
Contrast the Kardashian photos with this photo of Prince Albert and Charlene Wittstock.
I don;t care how many paper towels you buy LeAnn they aren't going to clean up your mess.
Has anyone ever seen a picture where Liev and Naomi aren't thrilled to be with each other?
Madonna actually looks younger. Must be the lighting and the covering of veins.
Congratulations to the Olsens. They were inducted into the Council Of Fashion Designers Of America. They deserve it. Notice I said designers and not wearers.
Mandy Patinkin would have been a good choice for the top.
Nicole Kidman and her new lips testifying in front of Congress.
I looked at about 50 photos in this sequence and it appears that Sophie Monk would like everyone to think she can surf, but she never tries to stand. She just poses on it repeatedly.
For a washed up can't get an acting job alcoholic, Tara Reid looks pretty good here.
Security holds back the barricades in Rome to keep fans from rushing
these guys from Twilight you have never seen before.