While I was off gambling yesterday and reminding myself why casino buffets are not a good place to go when you’re on a diet (thanks to Agent Bedhead, by the way, for covering for me) apparently something happened with a kid and a balloon? Eh? By the time I heard about it, it had basically already been declared a fraud. (DListed)
Bill Murray is decidedly unenthusiastic about the possibility of another chapter in the Ghostbusters franchise. Um, how many Garfield movies did this guy do, again? (Cinematical)
We’re supposed to believe Ozzy Osbourne wrote his own book? Bullshit. If you told me Ozzy Osbourne could write his own name I would want unequivocal proof. (Agent Bedhead)
Speaking of literature, now here’s a goddamn terrifying idea: The novelization of a “Girls Gone Wild” video. Cannonball read, anyone? (Cracked)
In honor of National Bosses Day, which is apparently today (oh, uh … happy Bosses Day, Dustin!) here are the twelve worst movie bosses. (Screen Junkies)
A poll over in the UK has declared Britney Spears to be the best celebrity mother. British readers, please explain on behalf of your country. (Superior Gossip)
Did I link to anything yet about Jimmy Kimmel banging his employee? I don’t think I did. At any rate, it’s now being compared to Letterman’s scandal — the only difference obviously being that I take much more glee in Jimmy Kimmel’s name being dragged through the mud. (Celebitchy)
It’s finally here! The gum … Of the future! (Impulsive Buy)
The theatrical poster for Dear John will make your ovaries want to punch themselves in the face. (Unreality)
Proving for once and for all that Weezer has not a drop of musical credibility left, Rivers Cuomo is collaborating with Katy Perry. (Webster’s)
It does matter how much we love Tina Fey and hate Katherine Heigl, because guess what? Katherine Heigl still makes almost three times as much as Tina Fey. (Warming Glow)
Here’s a list of the 22 most unnecessary Monopoly special editions, and honestly I can’t even tell if this list is a joke or not. (Topless Robot)
You know times are tough when Nicholas Cage has to sell his castle. (Celebslam)
Finally, to any ‘jibans in the Philly area, a handful of commenters including Julie, Pissboy and Whorish Mouth are meeting up to catch the opening night of Where the Wild Things Are followed by drinking and watching baseball. (I’m told there’s some kind of important baseball-ey thing going on.) So if anyone wants in on the action, email PissBoy at WOO-HA [at] att.net.
I didn’t get enough sleep last night, it’s cold, I’m tired and think my eternal sickness of never going away might be making a resurgence. So here is a clip which most adequately sums up how overall I am feeling today. I give you, Frog on a Motorcycle:
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