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Shirtless Vampire Thursday

Okay, so I've devoted TWO Thursday afternoon posts already to shirtless True Blood promo photos. It's clearly time to change things up a little. Develop some new hobbies, outside interests.

Baby steps, people. It's a process.

Perry Farrell Turns 50 In Las Vegas

Perry Farrell celebrated his 50th birthday on April 11th in a way only he could. By partying down at the Mirage in Las Vegas, hosting what he'd dubbed Perrypalooza. Joining him on stage were all the members of both Porno For Pyros and Jane's Addiction.

The concerts were open to the public, but with just 400 tickets sold at $100 a piece (pretty reasonable, considering), not many people got to experience the event.

Farrell did bring out all of his celebrity friends, however. The likes of Billy Idol, Juliette Lewis, Rosanna Arquette, Dave Navarro and more were on hand to rock out with the birthday boy.

And those of us with old P4P tapes just died a little more inside at the reminder of just how old we truly are.

Miss Universe Looooooooooves Guantanamo Bay!

Remember when beauty pageants used to be...I don't know if "cool" is the right word. Remember when people used to actually watch them? Over the past few years, the beauty pageant has gone the way of the bleached-tooth, wedgie-preventing-adhesive spray wearing dinosaur. Can you name the current Miss America? (In fact, can you name any other Miss America besides Vanessa Williams? And would you even remember her if she hadn't appeared in those I-was-young-and-needed-the-money photos that cost her the crown?) Beauty pageants just seem hopelessly dated and out of touch with modern times. Further proof of the latter came earlier this week, when it was revealed that the current Miss Universe, Dayna Mendoza (Miss Venezuela), took a publicity trip to Cuba. Not just any old part of Cuba, mind you. Ms. Mendoza spent some time at that lovely beachside resort, Guantanamo Bay. And apparently she had a blast.

Having a Bad Hair Day? Here, This Will Help.

Kellie Pickler says, "You're welcome!"

More...interesting-ish photos from yesterday's Dressed to Kilt fashion show in NYC after the jump.

Stop the Freaking Presses: Posh Got a Freaking Haircut

Super-important news here, as the owner of one of the most-copied celebrity styles since The Rachel has cut off her bob and gone pixie. Victoria Beckham debuted her earth-shattering looks-just-like-Halle-Berry's-circa-2002 new cut at the Marc Jacobs show in New York yesterday.

It's cute. I certainly couldn't pull it off without looking like my neck is eating my chin. Because...well, my neck IS eating my chin. Mmmm, delicious chin.

A Little Perspective for Mother's Day, Speidi-Style

Mamas, did your husband go golfing instead of making you breakfast in bed yesterday? Did your kids forget to call? Was your precious homemade card covered in toddler mucus and several communicable stomach bugs?

Remember: IT COULD ALWAYS BE SO MUCH WORSE.

Hi-Diddly-Ho, Matt Damon

Much like Brad Pitt and his 80s hair, Matt Damon proves that he can fully rock the Ned Flanders look and still be awfully damn dreamy.

Amy Winehouse Shows Baby How It's Done

I dunno. I plan to make sure that my baby's in a sling or carrier before doing shots. You know, so that he doesn't drop when my arms go slack from extreme drunkenness. That would suck.

First Signs Of Spring, Or Harbingers Of Mutant Evil?

Up here in the wild, frozen north, we Canadians look to the emergence of certain wildlife, as these take their first, tentative steps out from their winter hideaways to frolic and procreate in the melting snow, for evidence of spring. Are the snows behind us? Are the vast ice caps of downtown Toronto receding? Can we, finally, come out of our igloos? To answer these questions, we consult Mother Nature - are the swans marching in Stratford? are the bunnies out in Bowmanville? are the geese humping in Georgetown? -  and rejoice when she reveals her feathered and furry and fornicating children in response. Behold, spring is on its way!

However, were we rugged Canadians to be confronted with the kind of mutant monstrosity that emerged during an Easter celebration in Los Angeles this weekend, well, we'd take that as a sign that Mother Nature had been huffing some crack and, probably, go hunting Sphabbit:

The Golden Globes, Remember Them?

I know, me neither, but here's a link to a list of the winners, and by "winner" I mean talented artist who has to dig her gold-plated statue out of three-jillion staticky packing peanuts that are all clinging to the sleeves of her dirty bathrobe while the guy who bestowed all this glory upon her sprints back to his truck in his tight brown shorts.

Speaking of shorts, here's a picture of Britney Spears:

Ms. Spears was shopping in L.A. over the weekend, having thoughtfully chosen a top that would coordinate with her Dr. Pepper. What's wrong with me that the thing that shocked me most about this photo wasn't the Daisy Dukes, or the chipped and bitten-down nails, or the fact that she's bravely out and about in a Cher-length wig while every grocery store check-out magazine rack in the country is stocked with wild-eyed photos of her crumbling life, but the fact that she's drinking full-sugar soda.

I do admire Southern girls, they are fearless.

Do You See What I See?

Despite the holiday coming up, tons has been happening to our favorite starlets. This is not about that. This is about all the things that are happening that have gotten missed along the way!

In a possible explanation for his crazy behavior the last few days, it seems Jonathan Rhys Meyers' mother passed away on Monday night. She was sick, that much is known, and she may have had a stroke. If this is the case, who can blame King Henry for drowning his sorrows in booze. He should call Kanye up ... they can bond!

* A warning. There's a crotch shot ahead. The crotch in question has been covered up plenty, but I'd hate to offend without warning. Warning over.*