Color me Crazy...

but Alison Brie is hot. I know it sounds creepy with her playing an 18 year old on Community. She's really 26 so it isn't creepy at all. She might even be hot enough for me to sit through that snoozefest that is Mad Men.

Nah, probably not.

Married to a Monster!

I get that Us magazine needs to sell product. I even understand the unironic use of hyperbole, but this headline on the current issue, exploiting, I mean exposing Jesse James' infidelities is a bit much. Is Jesse James a piece of shit? Of course, but I knew that before this latest round of Celebrity Cheater. Is Jesse James a racist? Look at the artwork associated with his business... no shock here. Is he an adulterous bastard with no taste? Just look at the skanks he has been banging. Just because from a chromosomally female human smiles at you doesn't mean you have to have sex with her Jesse. Anyway, to recap, Jesse James is a racist, adulterous, piece of shit bastard. But a monster? Jeffery Dahmer was a monster. Hitler was a monster. Ted Bundy was a monster, Jesse just can't keep his shit in his pants. Let's not go too crazy...remember, words mean something.

Oscar WTF?

Okay K-Rock, I was looking for pictures of SJP and all I could find was this horrible picture of Molly Ringwald. I know that we are all getting older, but what the hell happened to her face? She was never the best looking girl, but damn... I think that you can find her doppelganger hanging out under a bridge, threatening goats. Careful folks, this image is large, click at your own risk...

Old School Rules...

I was lamenting the pathetic state of my blog a week or so ago to the wife. I was telling her that I just didn't feel like I had much to say at the time, but then she reminded me that the Oscars were that weekend. At first I told her that I didn't care, due to the fact that I cannot spend four hours watching someone masturbate, unless she's really hot, but then I realized that I could make fun of these self-important bastards for their shitty taste in clothes, scripts, and general approach to life. Again, I was saddened due to the relative pathetic-ness that my life has come to, until I saw this photo of Bar Rafaeli at some Oscar party. I'm not going to make fun of Bar, but something about this photo did prompt me to comment.

I know that some of the lady readers of the blog don't find Bar all that attractive, which I guess I can understand since most of them are heterosexual (I'd say all, but who really knows....). Trust me on this ladies, hot Isreali swimsuit models aren't so common that they can be dismissed out of hand. Anyway, the thing I love about this picture is that in an age of orange spray-tanned, interchangeable starlets, someone was willing to be photographed in Hollywood with old school tan-lines. Which for some reason I found awesome. The next thing you know, a mid-to-late 30's actress will be photographed without recent Botox injections, and people everywhere will run screaming at the sight of a plastic, coked-out Nicole Kidman, much to the chagrin of that Dr. 90210 asshole. At least that is what I hope anyway.

Letters, we get letters, we get stacks and stacks of letters...

I didn't want to have to do this, especially because it was suggested by Anamika, but I have had to moderate the comments on the blog due to the ridiculous amount of spam that I was starting to get. I don't quite get it, I understand spamming a site that gets traffic, but my blog? Stupidity. Anyway, I won't be not publishing any comments, just filtering out the ads for pills that make my genitalia grow, because I'm just a pawn of the pharmasuitical industry.

(I was only joking Anamika... kinda)

I Don't Think Anyone Had Merlin Olsen Either...

But the only good ending that can come from this is if Conrad Dobler goes and has his picture taken at Merlin's grave... Who's laughing now Father Murphy?

PS - If you don't know the story, then ask the Vanilla Gorilla...

I Cannot Believe Nobody Picked Cory Haim

This was so obvious in hindsight.... Especially since Cory was apparently getting his freak on with Daisy de la Hoya. I guess I understand his drug issues now, along with his loss of the will to live.