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Sunday, February 28th, 2010

Wow. The years and gravity and transfats have not been kind to Vince Vaughn. You can almost smell the chili farts and beer sweats from here.
PHOTO SOURCE: Pacific Coast News
Sunday, February 28th, 2010

Wow. The years and gravity and transfats have not been kind to Vince Vaughn. You can almost smell the chili farts and beer sweats from here.
PHOTO SOURCE: Pacific Coast News
Friday, February 26th, 2010
Scarlett Johansson graces the cover of next month’s Elle Canada, which poses an interesting question: why would Elle have a Canadian edition? Canada is about the least fashionable country ever, right behind Turkmenistan and The Federated States of Micronesia. There’s only so much you can write about the versatility of the Maple Leaf away-game jersey or the panache that ear flaps add to any woolen hat before it starts to get redundant.
Friday, February 26th, 2010
Blizzard Confession: Before last night, I had never really heard Robert Pattinson speak. He was always just this presence, this figure, that haunted my waking life. And yes, a single dream, that I’d rather not get into here. His face was stone, a Greek carving with a large, gaping mouth that never spoke. His hair, the crests of sh*twater wave, his face, the giant, gorgeous sh*tcreatures beneath. (This is all complimentary, chill.) But the voice… the voice had long eluded me.
I forced myself to read Twilight as more of a cultural experiment than anything else, but have still never seen the movie. Somehow, interviews with Pattinson had managed to sneak by my Google reader without making a pit stop in my ear canals. And now, years after his “hottest person on Earth” debut… it’s finally happened.
I heard Robert Pattinson speak.
But it wasn’t as his star-making character Edward Cullen, rather in his upcoming movie Remember Me, where Rob dons an American accent that fits him like a pair of irregular Dockers from the outlet store. It is thanks to this trailer that I realized I prefer my Robert Pattinson’s silent, and robots. His voice is just so much less Pattinsonny – ie a deep ol’ man voice — than I was hoping for.
And fair warning to New Yorkers who might still be experiencing some post-Millennial PTSD symptoms… you might want to read the spoilers before heading into the theater.
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

There was no shortage of entertainment on hand at Rihanna’s 22nd birthday last week, unless you count the midget stripper in the leather corset. Nine MSN says
Rihanna’s new boyfriend Matt Kemp the idea to present her with a frisky little person stripper for her birthday.
“Bridget the Midget” performed a raunchy dance for Rhi at her birthday party in Arizona and according to other party guests, Rihanna absolutely loved the kooky gift.
“She thought it was funny,” says a friend.
“Funny” is a fat person being dragged face-first through the sand while still attached to a parasail. A half-naked dwarf wielding a riding crop is not funny. It’s like something from a Stephen King novel. All she needs is a twin and a tricycle and she’d make Pennywise the Clown look like the goddamn Easter Bunny.