Necklace We Covet: I won't even pretend to understand the science behind these pieces from
Nervous System, but they're pretty enough that I don't need to.
Coffee Table We Covet:
This awesome table would be a total luxury piece if I was a gazzionlaire.
And much, much moar for your coveting pleasure! Come on over!
It's been a busy day! ET Online is the first site to bravely confirm that Angelina Jolie has indeed given birth to twin girls. It happened last Sunday in France, everyone's doing fine, and the children are reportedly being named after their grandmothers -- "ISLA (pronounced eye-la) MARCHELINE (after Angie's mom) and AMELIE JANE (after Brad's mom) JOLIE-PITT."
Cutely, Angelina's Kung Fu Panda co-star, Jack Black, is rumored to have welcomed his second child this week when his wife, Tanya Haden, gave birth to another son.
Three Hollywood babies in and, sadly, three Hollywood veterans out as Harvey Korman joins Sydney Pollack and Dick Martin in the dead white dude section at Blockbuster. After the jump, a brilliant clip of Korman trying not to crack up as Tim Conway teaches himself dentistry from a book, from an old Carol Burnett Show.
Like many people who grew up glued to syndicated television, I am cautiously anticipating Get Smart.
This trailer, its second, helps: There's an awful lot of expensive-looking scenes of running away from explosions in slow motion set to The Hives, but the joke with the mom in the minivan gets me each time.
Comedy genius Mel Brooks, who co-created the original series with comedy genius Buck Henry, has endorsed our friend Steve Carrell as bumbling spy Maxwell Smart; if he can accept it, I probably can, too, but I miss Don Adams and his deadpan crispness.
Anne Hathaway has Barbara Feldon's China-chop wig and eyeliner, and I couldn't be more pleased about the apparent combination of Alan Arkin, Terence Stamp (who is equally brilliant at funny-scary and badass-scary), and James Caan.
(I thought Alan Arkin was dead, but then I realized I was confusing life with Little Miss Sunshine. Again.)
I am less optimistic about the Trevor Rabin score and the direct-to-DVD spinoff, Get Smart's Bruce and Lloyd Out of Control, starring second bananas Masi Oka (from Heroes) and Nate Torrence (the noob in David Spade's Capital One commercials), which comes out ten days after the movie opens.
I know, the hotties of Lost are regular fixtures in the archives of FEC, but come on: they're leaving us for, like, three-quarters of a year (during which time, what? I'm supposed to watch reruns of Crossing Jordan? BAH) and I, for one, think that they deserve a send-off.
And in any case, this isn't your standard Jack-Sawyer-Kate list o' the obvious. The Losties listed below are the under-appreciated hotties (and one sorta nottie) that I was fascinated by this season and/or am worried about for next season.
(Spoilerish - if you haven't seen the finale yet - which, if you haven't, what's wrong with you? - captions after the jump)
Bill Murray's wife filed for divorce after 10 years of marriage. But this is not your typical irreconcilable differences divorce. Jennifer Butler Murray filed on the grounds of drug addiction, physical abuse, adultery and abandonment. She is also requesting a restraining order.
According to court filings, Bill's alcohol, marijuana and sex
addictions were among the reasons she moved to a new home
in 2006 with their four young children. It also said that Bill
Murray once "hit his wife in the face and then told her she was 'lucky
he didn't kill her."
Seriously? I thought he walked out. It's like the cover of the most boring magazine ever. First, Ashlee's super happy (shock), and then Lindsay's dating Samantha (double shock). And Brad and Angie trouble?! It's like a trifecta of boring.
Now that Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson have made honest emo kids out of each other, they have finally confirmed that Ashlee is pregnant with the couple's first child.
As Amy reported, Sharon Stone is a big jackass. Yesterday, that foot she stuck in her mouth has delivered her a swift kick in the ass (or some such mixed metaphor) as the world's most populous country began boycotting her films... and her face.
When I was in junior high I’d rush through my homework on Sunday nights, grab a Little Debbie’s, and plant myself in front of the television for my favorite show, “Twin Peaks.” Yes, it was a weird show. Yes, it was a kooky mystery based around incest and abuse, and yes, it was created and directed by David Lynch who, in many ways, reminds me of a Wal-Mart version of Andy Warhol. But it was a brilliantly quirky series and I am drawn to quirk and kook like the proverbial moth to the flame. (I also still don’t get what the hell happened in “Lost Highway.”)
Authored by Super Special Guest Poster and Honorary MamaPop Betch, Leslie of Mrs. Flinger
I know I'm not the only mom who would like to lose a little baby weight, even if you can't legitimately call it "baby weight" when your infant just turned one. I know I'm not the only mom who picked up, flipped through, and then actually purchased the latest "US Magazine" because she couldn't resist the "How I Got My Body Back" headline. Or, maybe I am.
But I'm sure I'm not the only person that noticed the article on Lost's Elizabeth Mitchell. The "Before" picture in the upper left holds the caption, "Size 8 is standard in my family..."
One of the things I love about Amy Winehouse is how she seems to open her door to whoever rings the bell. Yeah, okay, that means we get pictures of her taking out the garbage at one in the morning. But the neighborhood kids who want her to sign their skateboards and bongos don't care, they just knock on her door and there she is in all her beehived glory.
Amy also appears not to give a crap about some sort of feud she's supposed to be having with Beyonce over who's going to sing the title song of the next Bond film, saying, “I’ve done loads of Bond songs. There are loads of good ones I’m really
happy with. I don’t know what is wrong with them or what the problem
is, to be honest. It’s there, ready and done, and it’s up to them if
they want it or not.”
Well, one of the problems is that the straight-arrow guy sent over by your record company to keep an eye on you just got busted for crack and everyone's blaming your corrupting influence.
The other problem is this crazy blue video with the one-day-old baby mice that you did with Pete Doherty, in all its YouTubeliciousness, after the jump.
WINNAH! "trailer rehab is more personal, he said the 12 steps are 'stepping it
down' to 12 drinks a day, er.. week..? this is tonic. i need a new
publicist." -- from the hilarious Jenny!
You know the old adage, anyone who represents themselves has a fool for a client? Well, it looks like Dylan McDermott thinks playing a lawyer on TV in The Practice for seven years is the same as actually being one. He is representing himself in his divorce from his wife, Shiva Rose.
Eight months after separating, Dylan officially filed for divorce, citing irreconcilable differences. He indicated he is acting "in propria persona" or what some states call "pro se," representing yourself. We lawyers really like latin.
One of Rob Lowe's legal problems just went away. He and his wife dismissed their lawsuit against their former chef, Peter Clements. In exchange, the chef gave him information about the two nannies suing him for sexual harassment.
The legal documents said "once Peter Clements provided Rob and Sheryl Lowe with accurate
information, the Lowes willingly dismissed their claims against him
without cost to either side." All they need is a judge to approve the dismissal and it is gone.
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