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You probably heard that Democratic presidential hopeful Barack Obama was on my turf last week. The Pennsylvania primary is the next big brawl for him and Hillary Clinton, so Obama was mingling with us common PA folk and partook in one of our favorite sports: bowling.
Hulk, I need help. I'm trying to become pregnant but I don't ovulate much. I have to take my temperature first thing every morning to help the doctor figure out what's going wrong, but I can't! It takes me ages to become fully conscious in the morning, and I really have to do it FIRST THING. I keep falling asleep with the thermometer in my mouth, forgetting the number, writing down an indecipherable number, or getting up to pee before I remember to take my temperature. What should I do to fix this?
Signed, Sleepy
DEAR SLEEPY!
HULK HAVE THIS PROBLEM! SO HARD TO GET UP IN MORNING. THEN HULK STOP DRINKING!
SLEEPY NEED BIG HORRIBLE ADRENALINE RUSH FIRST THING. SLEEPY NEED HATEFUL ALARM CLOCK! HULK SORRY TO RECOMMEND THIS BIG BIRD ALARM CLOCK. HAS BIG OBNOXIOUS BELLS ON TOP, WILL SCARE CRAP OUT OF YOU! PUT IT ACROSS ROOM, YOU LEAP OUT OF BED TO SHUT DAMN THING OFF! THROW IT ON THE FLOOR SMASH! GRRR, NOW YOU AWAKE! TAKE ACCURATE TEMPERATURE.
GOOD LOOK GETTING PREGNANT!
AFTER JUMP, HULK HELP ANNIE LOSE BABY WEIGHT!
According to numerous quasi-reputable sources, this is indeed a photo of Lara Flynn Boyle:
In case you need your memory refreshed, this is what Lara Flynn Boyle used to look like:
Do you have something bigger? Heidi's boobs won't fit in here.
UPDATE! Snoggings for Kim, of Parachuting Without a Net for the above caption. *snogs* (I don't think I actually know what snogging is, you guys, but it sounds fun, doesn't it?)
Lauren Conrad and a cage.... have at it, betches. The winner will be linked and snogged at 5 p.m.
Star has yet to officially fully retract their story about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's alleged nuptials, presumably since there hasn't yet been an official, "hell naw" from either the couple or their reps. They should probably stop holding their breath since I don't think Angelina has "officially" announced her pregnancy and, um, I'm pretty sure that chick is up the stick. But OK Magazine has a good breakdown of how the rumor was possibly started.
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Mah new shopping/product review/style & design blog: let me show you it.
Catherine and I are pleased to announce a new addition to the MamaPop family, We Covet, which we hope will help to guide you through the wilds of consumerism in the same way that MamaPop has held your hand through each of Britney's breakdowns. And "comebacks." And breakdowns. And divorces. And breakdowns. cough.
You get the idea.
We Covet is a blog written for women by women about consumer goods, services, design, and style -- the good, the bad, and the ugly that we all encounter on a daily basis. Here we review products and product design, heralding the greatness of things we love and thumbing our noses at things we don't -- from makeup to toys, clothing to cameras, furniture to cleaning products, you name it. We want to share our finds and findings with you, have a few laughs, and make life prettier, easier, and more fun for our readers. Better living through consumerism! HUZZAH!
We're VERY excited, to say the least, and hope y'all will check it out, grab the feed, and make We Covet a part of your daily intarweb world. If you, you know, love us and don't wanna break our hearts and stuff. (bats eyes)
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Memo to the world: women of all ages and body types get cellulite. It is not just the domain of the heavy-set or the old or the bearers of children or Britney Spears or those living in the Red states. It can be found upon the thighs and derrieres of twenty-somethings, of women who have never borne children, of women who never will bear children, of women who exercise, of naturally skinny women and unnaturally skinny women, of New Yorkers and Los Angelenos and supermodels and former supermodels and celebrities, A-list through D. It can be found, my friends, upon the legs of Mischa Barton.
Several sources who were with Richie Sambora the night of his DUI arrest expect his blood alcohol to be under California's .08 limit. They told TMZ
Richie simply didn't "drink much at all" before the cops stopped him
What doesn't make sense to me is why didn't he just take the breathalyzer and be done with it? Why wait for a blood test? Had he taken the breathalyzer and not blown .08 the arrest would never have happened.
... so can she. Get married, that is.
What? You're not up on this weekend's trends? EVERYBODY got married, or pretended to, or let people believe that they did because, hellz, that's some good publicity right there. Brad and Angie did it, apparently, and what's good enough for Brad and Angie is good enough for Jessica Simpson and Tony Romo, right?
Continue reading "Jessica Simpson: If Brangelina Can Do It..." »
Holy crap, you guys. Star is reporting that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie got married today in New Orleans.
Now, it is Star and apparently no other source is reporting this as of 10:18 p.m., so take this with a grain of salt. However, if it turns out to be true...squee! Watch this space for updates if/when they come in.
Update, 7:27 p.m.: People and OK are both saying that the wedding rumors are false, but Star is still maintaining its tenuous grip on the scoop, presumably until Brangelina or one of their reps says something definitive.
So just in case the thought of seeing Jack Black slimed in green goo is not enough to make you tune into Nickelodeon's Kid's Choice Awards tomorrow night, how about an appearance by the legendary Miss Britney Spears?
Rumors are swirling that since her two whole minutes of screen time on How I Met Your Mother did not end in disaster, hospitalizations or vagina-flashing, Britney is planning to attend the awards (probably as a presenter, not as a performer). I can only speculate that other equally appropriate choices, like Amy Winehouse or Joe Francis, had prior commitments.
Continue reading "Britney Spears: the Choice of Kids & Stage Parents Everywhere" »
And then you went and put on that hat.
Sweetney's post about hulu yesterday reminded me that there's some other stuff online you need to know and love. That Internet! I just want to give it a hug sometimes.
First on the list: Muxtape, "a simple way to create and share mixtapes." Remember mix tapes? Those musical love notes you made to impress your friends that always melted in their glove compartments? Yeah, whatever, now you make CDs, or have those fancy iThoughts beamed directly into your auditory cortex, BUT STILL.
Each colored box on the index page links to a user's twelve-song playlist, which means it's kind of a crapshoot. But I found something I liked on every playlist I clicked on, it was easy to set up my account, and as a social network it couldn't more low-maintenance. Noah Kalina, who created the site along with Justin Ouellette, says, "My goal is nothing short of changing the way we consume, distribute, and discover music." Okay, then! Let's go help do that!
After the jump, another music sharing site out of the U.K. and a home movie! Merlin Mann manipulates his beloved infant to amuse not just himself but the entire Internet. It's a rite of modern parenthood.
Michael Kang's The Motel, 2005
I got deep into a beermosa and decided to host my own film festival on my couch, for myself. I the jury selected this debut feature from writer-director Michael Kang because it was the toast of Sundance and I could reach it easily from where I was collaring my kid in the video store. Plus it's 76 minutes long, which is the perfect length for a slice of pubescent boy life set in the confines of a backwoods family-run motel.
Continue reading "Marrit's Couch/Random Film Festival: The Motel" »
Whoops, saggy spine. Gotta botox that.
Winning Caption Courtesy of the very smart, funny and perceptive Nicole!
So, the final installment of FEC brings us some goodness from Jodi. Check out her obscure and amazing hot picks!
Who doesn't love them some McDreamy?
A coroner opened the official inquest into the death of Jason Rae, the husband of Corinne Bailey Rae,
on Thursday. The pathologist concluded the cause of death was a drug overdose, although results of a post mortem performed were inconclusive.
A spokesperson for the West Yorkshire Police told PEOPLE there was no set time-frame for the probe. Police are also awaiting the results of a toxicology report
Continue reading "Inquest Ordered into the Death of Corinne Bailey Rae's Husband" »
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