Boooooo

Also, the singer for Divinyls died. :(

I think the world will be just fine if they stick with airing nothing but shows starring various Kardashians for 17 hours a day.

I knew I had grown out of the whole nihilist Fight Club thing the minute I walked into an IKEA for the first time and thought "Holy shit, this place is amazing!"

He's made some very…questionable choices in film roles, but you gotta love him anyway.

Why the fuck does a swimmer need his own specially designed sneakers?

I don't think it's attractiveness that's getting him women so much as the notoriety. How do you think a hambeast like Joe Francis still gets laid?

Saturday night I took my kid to a screening of Lil Bub and Friendz, a documentary about the fascination with internet cat videos. It was really charming, even if you're not into shit like Nyan Cat and stuff like that. The best part was that Lil Bub herself was in attendance, and I was able to get a picture of her…

Considering how much paper EW has wasted gushing over Sex and the City and the Twilight series, I think it's a safe assumption that much of what they say can be taken with a large grain of salt.

Wow. That dialogue is fucking painful to read, I can only imagine what kind of torture it is to actually hear people say it.

Well, that would certainly win my love.

That DMX interview was sad exploitation. He's deeply troubled (a friend who watched the show said he shows signs of being a victim of childhood sexual abuse), and it's more than a little tasteless that Iyanla would capitalize on someone who clearly needs much more help than an Oprah-endorsed therapist can offer and…

I have a weird crush on James Urbaniak.

Although I don't think her designs are particularly wearable, I kind of love Patricia more and more each week for just being true to her desire to make something beautiful and unique, as opposed to marketable. She takes everybody's suggestions and criticisms with grace, but in the end maintains her vision. I don't…

I'm going to embarrass myself here, but it must be said—the soundtrack to Grease. It was one of the first albums I bought with my own money, when I was 7 years old, and it's never really gotten old for me.

The Flop House described Megan Fox as a robot woman aliens would create to lure Earth men onto their spaceship, so that sounds about right.

I was going to quote "Chicks can't handle their smoke," till I remembered that that was The Breakfast Club, which means that there are at least two movies in which Anthony Michael Hall inexplicably speaks in an old black bluesman voice.

It's far less questionably comedic than A Prairie Home Companion.

I've always heard that he's one of the most genuinely nice people you'll ever encounter.

I stood in a grocery store line in front of Jonathan Pryce once. I couldn't bring myself to talk to him, but I did notice that he glanced at the magazine I was purchasing (Time Out New York, for the interested) and grabbed a copy for himself. So I think I can safely say that we shared a moment.