'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Why did I buy Air Supply's All Out of Love?
I bought their first four albums of new material. (There was a Greatest Hits album between #3 and #4, which I didn't buy because I already had almost all of the songs.) Works for those schmoopy moods, whether or not you have someone to share them with.
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Britney's Disastrous Photo Shoot
TMZ has learned that Britney's self-arranged photo shoot and interview with OK! Magazine was a complete disaster. We're told that the photos are so bad, execs at the magazine are, at this moment, trying to decide whether to report what actually happened -- or sanitize the truth to protect the pop train wreck.
According to multiple sources, Britney's behavior during the interview was "nothing less than a meltdown." She was, according to our sources, "completely out of it" during the shoot. The photos are "so bad" we've learned, that to publish them could "kill her career." Apparently, Brit Brit's eyes rolled back in her head at one point, causing her to look half dead. Her mood, we're told, was extremely erratic. She took frequent bathroom breaks our source says, and each time she returned her mood would change. She was also completely paranoid during the entire interview, fearing at one point the ceiling was about to cave in on her. Out of control y'all!
We've also learned that Brit had some issues with hygiene on the set as well. At one point, Britney ordered up some fried chicken to munch on. We're told after she chowed down, she wiped her hands on a several thousand dollar Gucci dress that she was wearing for the shoot, staining it with grease. Yuck! One of her dogs also needed some assistance in the housebreaking department. Our on-set spy says that the dog pooped all over the floor, and Brit used (what else?) -- a Chanel dress to clean it up! How trashtastic!As for how Brit looked for the photos, another nightmare. We've learned that OK! hired two of the best hair and makeup artists in L.A. to transform the once-bald beauty into something more presentable, but she wasn't havin' none of that. She refused to let the hired help touch her, opting instead for her "skanky friends" to do her hair and makeup. No wonder she always looks so fantastic!
And if you're wondering where her mom/publicist/lawyer/friend/ANYONE was to help her out, we're told that even her cousin Alli (who until recently was working as her personal assistant) couldn't deal, and is "done" with Miss Spears.
Damn. She needs help. But who's gonna help her? Has she scared all the sane people away?
'Frequent bathroom breaks' with subsequent mood changes don't bode well, unless she has IBS or something.
Meanwhile, Lindsey Lohan was arrested on suspicion of drunk driving, and they apparently found cocaine on her.
Wasn't she supposedly wearing some kind of monitoring bracelet?
A liquor-monitoring bracelet, which would be why she was doing the coke?
Wasn't she supposedly wearing some kind of monitoring bracelet?
Haven't you been keeping up, Dana? This item ran in the NYP last week:
Which hard-partying starlet has figured out a way to get high while wearing an alcohol-monitoring anklet?
They may be invisible and their art unsung. But in the age of blogging, editors are needed more than ever.
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Early in my editing career I was startled when, after we had finished an edit, a crusty, hard-bitten culture writer, a woman at least twice my age, told me, "That was great -- better than sex!"
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If learning how to be edited is a form of growing up, much of the blogosphere still seems to be in adolescence, loudly affirming its identity and raging against authority. But teenagers eventually realize that authority is not as tyrannical and unhip as they once thought. It's edited prose, with its points sharpened by another, that will ultimately stand the test of time. There is a place for mayfly commentary, which buzzes about and dies in a day. But we don't want to get to the point where the mayflies and mosquitoes are so thick that we can't breathe or think.
Haven't you been keeping up, Dana? This item ran in the NYP last week
Ah, I did miss that. It's so hard to keep up with these hard-partying starlets!
Wasn't she supposedly wearing some kind of monitoring bracelet?
I know people who continue to drink and drive even with a court-ordered breathalyzer in their cars. Well, I obviously don't associate with them anymore, so the dudes could be back in the pokey for all I know.
I'm running out of coffee. This isn't good. This isn't good at all.
Ah, I did miss that. It's so hard to keep up with these hard-partying starlets!
We just need to force them to all wear GPS-bracelets, and then we can track them on Google Maps in real-time.
Maybe with little icons that change color depending on how inebriated they are. And flash different colors if they drive drunk, get arrested or get into an accident.