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Twilight: Three Wolf Moon

Oh man, now this shit's FUNNY.

Tyra Banks, Please Step Away From The Fannypack

NO. Seriously? And it's designer? AS IF THAT MAKES IT OKAY.

Modern Family Solidifies All My Reasoning For Hating Other People's Children

I love the new sitcom, Modern Family.  ABC's great writing trumps 30 Rock by miles (of course, I may be the only person on the planet who isn't a fan of 30 Rock).  The bonus to Modern Family is that it's followed by that hot mess, Cougartown, so I'm good and relaxed by then and can snooze on the couch after what I would dare to call television's best new comedy.  Also?  It still doesn't feature Jon Cryer.

Gossip Rag Wednesday: Old News Edition

Fresh, new covers with dusty, old content! Whoo! Most of the tabloids this week seem to be reporting news that isn't actually news to anyone at all. Let's see exactly what we've got here.

This Week in Nekkid Celebrities Part 3 - Revenge of the Nipple

O hai dere. It's been a while since I brought you the latest news in nekkid celebs. Celebrity nipples have been pretty thin on the ground, unless you count Levi Johnston as a celebrity, which I don't. This week brings us Whitney Houston busting out of her dress, Meghan McCain's not-that-scandalous Twitter scandal and Elisabeth Hasselbeck's accidental MMS nipple.

Zach Braff: Not Dead; Scrubs: Not Dead Either, But Definitely In A Persistent Vegetative State

Yesterday, Scrubs star and Garden State writer/director Zach Braff became the latest victim in a series of web slayings. This year has brought many visits from the Grim Reaper, some of them real, some of them completely fabricated, and thankfully Braff's RIP post, like Jeff Goldblum's earlier this year, was complete bunkum. 

In order to calm fans upset by his untimely demise, Zach Braff issued an "I'm not dead yet!" post on Facebook and the following video statement:

Friday Combo Platter: It Takes a Willage Edition

It's time once again for the Friday Combo Platter, the weekly feature in which we highlight our favorite LOL-or-WTF-worthy comments and our favorite email thread from the past seven days.

This week's best email thread was actually born out of what was originally our comment of the week. But the ensuing snark was too funny and another comment came along to take its place. So, let's get to it, shall we?

Gossip Girl Recap!

So, I watch Gossip Girl. Do you watch Gossip Girl? Come on, you can admit it. You can even say you just watch it for the clothes even if also watch it to lust after boys who are just so damn young. I'm not a causal, when-nothing-else-is-on-I'll-tune-in watcher, you should know, I'm a regularly-recorded-by-my-DVR, husband-knows-to-leave-me-be-on-Monday-nights viewer. I mentioned before I thought Leighton Meester is grossly overlooked by critics as Blair Waldorf, and I stand by that. So, Gossip Girl, one of those lovely guilty pleasures I don't feel all that guilty about watching.

I'll be recapping this season's episodes, sometime each Tuesday.

Last night's episode was the second of the season. What did we miss the first episode of the season? All the post-Constance kids returned from summers abroad and summers in bed and they're gearing up to start various different colleges and ventures. Let's begin!

Megan Fox Has a Bag Over Her Head, For Fun

Good afternoon. I have the flu and my back is out.  And even though this makes me more attractive than usual (Those thumps you hear in my apartment? That's women. Running headfirst into my windows after seeing me from the street), I still have time to bring you the finest in whatever this site brings you.

Behold Matt Zaller of National Lampoon entirely ignoring Megan Fox and concentrating instead on the career of her Jennifer's Body co-star Johnny Simmons, whose greatest credit to date is Hotel For Dogs.  The crowning moment probably comes when Zaller hands Fox a paper bag and asks her to put it over her head, in order to stop distracting Simmons. And she complies.

Wanda Sykes' New Stand-Up Special on HBO

Wanda Sykes is easily one of my most favorite people in general and she's definitely one of my favorite comedians of all time.

So I'm positively giddy that she has a new HBO stand-up special coming up: I'ma Be Me.

The Death of Bunny Munro: a Novel by Nick Cave - A MamaPop Review

Do you know Nick Cave? And if not... what the hell is wrong with you? The man is a prophet and I think you oughta listen. For more than six fifteen twenty-five years, Cave has been a wild-eyed prophet of truth, rage, damnation and love — by and large as a musician of ill-repute and worldwide critical adoration, first with the late and much-lamented Aussie boy band gloom junkies The Birthday Party and then via a long and terrifyingly effective solo career with his own band, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.

If you've ever seen a photo of Cave, it gives you something of an inkling of who he is as an artist: a collision of dapper and decrepit, where broad lapels and oddly formal suits hint at the crooner's heart that lies - as often as not - buried deep beneath layers of Old Testament-quality torment and torrential waves of darkness, each deeper and more profound than the one that came before. If and when you read articles about him, he's often seen as something akin to an evangelist of the Gothic South fallen to sin and infamy -- a sensibility that flows through his work as strongly as anything you'll find in the intricacies of Faulkner.

Worst Boob Jobs Ever. No, Really. Ever.

Feeling a little down about The Girls?  A bit saggy?  A wee flat?  Allow me to make your day.  Here are a few of the worst boob jobs ever, celebrity and civilian alike.

Let's start with The Obvious.  Victoria Beckham.

It looks like she's carrying twins in a Baby Bjorn.

I don't know quite how to prepare you for the next one.  Let's just do it quick like a band-aid. (Mostly SFW.)

Willie Nelson Rises From The Grave In An Undead Blood Feast Orgy

Most of you know by now that Willie Nelson, the revered country singer whose heart was stolen and eaten by the Dark Mage of Glendhor, has recently clawed his way from the dank moldy Earth and returned to stalk the living and do another Farm Aid concert in 2009.

Journalists have been vying for an interview with the folksy revenant, but to no avail.  So I performed a ritual of Blackest Summoning in my neighbor's basement and landed an exclusive interview with the one and only zombie of biodiesel and twang.

Hey Willie, how's it going?

Pretty good, man. Hey, where am I?

You're in my neighbor's basement. Don't make too much noise, he'll hear us and get upset.

What the hell is all this stuff?

Just some symbols and tokens for the Ritual of Blackest Summoning.

Is that a goat?

It was a goat.

That's kind of unusual, man.

I Think The Twilight Phenomenon May Be Approaching Maximum Ridiculosity

I know, this is sort of like the National Weather Service issuing a tornado warning when you're halfway to Oz. Nevertheless, the number of people and manufacturers crawling out of the woodwork to grab a piece of the Twilight-related merchandise pie has reached a critical mass. If you don't believe that it's worse than any other popular film, maybe you should take a look at some of this crap.

Preposterous Pooches: Poodle Owners Pursue the Rainbow Connection

That thing to the left, my friends, is a poodle. I know that the picture is fairly small, and at first glance you may have thought that it was an Easter basket or a Frederick's of Hollywood discount bin or maybe even a Carmen Miranda impersonator on a gay pride parade float, but no.

Creative poodle grooming is so 2008, but these loud and proud pooches are such eyesores, such fabulous trainwrecks of human folly, that I am compelled to look deeply into those heart-shaped sunglasses and proclaim that YES! YOU. ARE. AWESOME.

Not all dogs are lucky enough to find fame like Taco Bell's Gidget or Paris Hilton's four-legged fleet, but these poodles definitely give it the old Clairol try.

Dr. Horrible Is a Gift That Keeps On Giving: The Guild's Music Video

Like anybody who only "discovers" things AFTER they catapult into the mainstream via a related national phenomenon, I discovered Felicia Day's hilarious web series The Guild only AFTER her appearance in Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.

If you haven't watched it yet, you should. Particularly if you're a gamer or love a gamer or even if you regularly enjoy taping "kick me" signs on the backs of gamers, like dude, gamers. Man.

Regarding Your Expected Mad Men Recap

Due to unanticipated technical difficulties today's Mad Men recap will actually be tomorrow's Mad Men recap. We apologize for any inconvenience or distress this delay may cause you, the Mad Men-loving public.

In the interim, please enjoy this humorous sketch comedy video featuring delicious Jon Hamm: