November 28, 2006
Oh, like we weren't going to post a clip of Stephen Colbert playing a Wii:
And another clip:
The Big Lebowski re-created using Wii Sports bowling:
November 27, 2006
I spent my Thanksgiving weekend visiting my Mum and Dad in New York. On Saturday night, one of my buds from high school days of yore was generous enough to let me tag along with him for a preview performance of Stephen Sondheim and George Furth's Company. The show is a Broadway revival of the 1970 production. It's a gorgeous, innovative, and hilarious musical, and it stars Raúl Esparza, who most musical theater dorks will remember as Riff-Raff from The Rocky Horror Show. Boy, does he ever clean up well. This post isn't about Raúl, though.
So my friend and I had these sweet balcony box seats, and we got there a little early to watch the glitterati roll in. Suddenly, Adam pokes me and says, "Mr. Big just ran down the left aisle."
That would be Chris Noth, a/k/a Mr. Big of Sex & the City fame.
I was beside myself with delight. You see, my friend Amy recently moved to LA, and she's been kind enough to let me live vicariously through her star sighting stories. For example: In a span of three months, she's seen Laguna Beach's Jason Whaler at a sushi restuarant getting loaded. She also thought she saw The Sports Guy at a movie premiere, but it turned out to be someone else. And the piece de resistance? She sat at a Coffee Bean a few tables over from Adam Brody. Yes. He and gal pal Rachel Bilson share an apt in Amy's neighborhood. Like, wow!! Sigh!! Swoon!! I am not being sarcastic. I am genuinely very jealous.
Spotting Mr. Big was a thrill, but truth be told I'm sure it will turn into little more than a blip on my celeb-stalker radar should I ever have a run-in with Seth Cohen. Although -- Chris did look dapper for an evening of Broadway in his suit and tie. He also had nice teeth. I know this because periodically, I kept peering down at him during the show to check on whether he was enjoying the performance. He was.
After the play, Chris left before I could do anything drastic. Like, I don't know, run up to him and slap him across the face for what he did to Carrie all those years, then ask him to sing "Moon River," and then demand his autograph. Restraint is a wonderful quality, I'm told.
Would I be capable of showing the same class and grace should Mr. O.C. cross my path? Absofuckinlutely not.
November 22, 2006
Dear Britney,
Hi! So, I've been thinking about you a lot, and there are some things I want to tell you. I'll bet your surprise appearance at the American Music Awards last night was fun. But I heard that you kicked it at Paris Hilton's after-party. This is the second time in, what, a week, that you've rolled with P-Hilt? What exactly are you up to?
Let me be clear. New weave? Hot. If I ever went blonde, I'd choose your shade of honey-caramel. Flat tummy? Boo yeah. I have a deep sense of respect for whoever is monitoring your ab workouts. Back in the studio? A thrill of anticipation ran down my spine when I first heard the news. Seriously. I effing lurve you, Spears.
But this BFF deal with Paris gets me a little queasy. It's not cause I don't heart Paris. I do. I mean, I really, really heart Paris. It's just...you know when there are two crazy, insanely popular girls in your 4th grade class and you pray to God they don't become buds because if they do, they'd like, totally run the place and make life hell for everyone else? That probably never happened to you because you've never been a wallflower, and you were probably corn-fed sexy and popular even in the womb. But let me tell you from experience, it's never good when the wild ones from the A-group hang out on a regular basis. It causes ripple effects.
That's what this feels like. Your worlds should not be colliding.
Frankly, Brit, I'm scared. And concerned. Don't get mad. I only have your best interests at heart.
A lot of strange scenarios are running through my mind. I don't know whether P going to wind up preg, or if you guys are going to become lesbian life partners, or whether you plan on hiring her as your new wacky Nanny, which will spin off onto some kind of freaking unbelievable Simple Life series, or whether she will effectively destroy any of the new cred you are trying very hard to build since your estrangement from Fed-Ex. Sorry to bring that up so abruptly, by the way. I know it must sting. Just keep in mind that he's not the kind of freeloading lovin' you need at the moment. You can get it elsewhere, right? Y'all know I'm right.
Also, and I digress, Brit, but I really don't understand why you are wearing a shiny satin shirt-and-tie combo. I hate it. Maybe you should hire Rachel Zoe to be your stylist? Richie just sacked her, so she must be available. I can't stop staring at your luscious locks, though. Does getting a weave hurt?
Anyway. All this change can't be good right before the holidays. I'm going to trust that you know what you're doing this time around. You know what I'd be really thankful for? If you find a way to run into Justin over the long weekend. Cause let's get one thing straight: that bitch Diaz has got nothing on you. Take back what's yours, Brit. Make it happen. And please ditch the fucking tie. If you insist on partying with Paris, at least realize you're going to have to out-do her fashion-wise on a regular basis. If Avril can get a contract with Ford Models, there's hope for you yet. I'm here if you need to consult with me on anything. Happy Thanksgiving!
XOXO
Sharon
P.S. Really think about that whole Justin thing, k?
November 20, 2006
They do. And like the rest of the world, I'm starting to believe maybe this whole TomKat and their TomKitten alien baby union isn't the farce I originally assumed it was. Maybe it's all the breathless People.com coverage (there is even a blog). However. Let's talk about the fact that in Katertot's official wedding photo -- the print that's circulated in all the tabloids, and also the one she'll likely look back on years from now so that she can remember the "happiest day of her life" when she married Loony Cruizy, "the most amazing man in the world" -- the former Girl Down the Creek is slumped over worse than an insecure, pre-braced scoliosis patient. For WHAT? Not because she naturally has horrendous posture. Not because it brings out the completely bizarre mini-bangs she's sporting (this is what you get when Kevin Paves, aka Jessica Simpson's best gal pal, does your wedding hair instead of stand-by Oscar Blandi -- big whoops). It's because KitKat is trying to make it look as though good old Tommy McCrazy the Dwarf is taller than she is.
Hey. He isn't. Katherine, it's time you began to accept your fate. Forget the fact that your career is a far-gone mess (you made us CRINGE in Batman, missy), you popped out a kid before becoming an honest woman, your husband is an absolute crack-pot with a grin to match, and your days as Joey Potter are but a mere memory rerunning late-nights on the N. The fact is -- well -- you married a short dude. Kinda makes you lie awake in bed some nights crying, doesn't it?
You can find us over at the official Dawson's Creek website today, mourning our girl's downfall and looping "I Don't Wanna Wait" by the incomparable Paula Cole on the iPod. So hang on, Katie Holmes Cruise. It's going to be a bumpy life.
November 20, 2006
Over the weekend, Michael Richards joined George Allen and Mel Gibson as the latest public figure to reveal his secret racism. He was doing standup at the Laugh Factory when someone said something that rubbed him the wrong way. Then the man best-known as Kramer went on a ridiculous tirade saying, among other things, "50 years ago, you'd be hanging from a tree, n****!"
TMZ, which is establishing itself as the new Smoking Gun,
has the video. Warning: this is not work safe!
November 16, 2006
Two Boston Police Officers oversee the dispersal of the crowd
at Best Buy, Landmark Center. CREDIT: MELISSA OSTROW
Starting yesterday (Wednesday,) quite a few people started lining up and camping out for PS3s, which were going on sale tonight (Thursday) at midnight.
Some time today, Best Buy employees told the crowd that the "official" line would open up at noon today.
Somewhere between noon today and 4 pm today, Best Buy employees sold slips to everyone in line at that point which entitled them to one PS3. "Get off my lawn, kids!"
There were more people than there were slips, though - even though this Best Buy received more PS3s than rumors had given prospective buyers any right to excpect. As a result, some folks who had been waiting for more than a day were left in the cold. "Best Buy screwed us," said one would-be PS3 buyer, who had arrived yesterday but left in advance of the new noon wait time.
Still, he left unhappily, but willingly. No such luck everywhere, though: one Boston Police officer said things were going nuts in South Bay. And that poor guy may not be out of luck just yet: when asked what percentage of systems sold today would be on eBay by tonight, a Best Buy employee responded "probably 90%."
We don't think he was joking.
November 14, 2006
You may have heard by now that the three frat boys who appeared in the movie
Borat are suing the film's producers, alleging the producers got them drunk and encouraged them to behave in ways they normally would not behave. Presumably the lawsuit has to do with one of two (or possibly both) things - 1) monetary compensation these gentlemen felt was inadequate, and 2) embarrassment over saying that the country would be "better" if it went back to, um, slavery (among other things).
Enter
The Smoking Gun, which has uncovered one frat boy's MySpace page (the one who probably said the least embarrassing things in the film, for what it's worth.) Now there's nothing that would be considered terribly incriminating on his page - his friends have left comments about his partying ways, and he's photographed with beverages in hand - but it can't be something his lawyers are thrilled about. Someone might want to tell him to fix that if he wants to get any money.
November 09, 2006
We found a video. Apparently Much Music had a camera crew following K-Fed around on Monday, the same day the spearation papers are dated. At some point he receives a text message, leaves production for a while, and returns (albeit acting all depressed.) It's some intense stuff:
November 06, 2006
NBC has officially given
Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, the Sorkin-ified look at the TV biz,
its vote of confidence. Which is interesting, given that the show's got a huge budget and low ratings, and most people who aren't already part of the Cult of Aaron seem to
really hate this show. Adding to that,
30 Rock is actually enjoyable, and
Friday Night Lights succeeded in the same timeslot. You lose, Sorkin. Get off the stage.
November 01, 2006
We're officially less than one week away from the biggest video gaming week of the year:
Gears of War and
Guitar Hero II. We're pretty sure that both these games will be bigger than anything on Wii or PS3.
Anyway, the final track on
Guitar Hero II is "Free Bird," which might turn off some shred-heads. But seriously, watch this video of someone who played it on expert (specially modifying the demo somehow, don't ask) and nailed a five-star performance:
Kudos to
Kotaku, as usual.
