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Recently by TaylorMy husband was sitting next to me. It was dark in there, but thanks to the 80 bajillion or so swirling lights and camera flashes, I could see that he was clearly impressed. He leaned over and said, "Look, he's flying around now, and he's wearing a laser shirt." "Of course," I said. We were watching U2, after all. I finally caved in and went to see Bono & Co. at Reliant Wednesday night. I've never been their biggest fan (I tend to prefer my rock stars smaller and a little more sullen), but I figured if they've been cool for 30 years, they must be doing something right. >> Continue reading: A critique from the nosebleed seats: U2 rocks Reliant OK. So at this point, I'm guessing even Johnnie Cochran couldn't find a reason to defend Jon Gosselin. (Especially since he's ... um ... no longer living. Thanks for ruining my lead, Wikipedia.) But the point I'm trying to make is, Jon Gosselin is the biggest marginally famous doofy greaseball in the storied history of marginally famous doofy greaseballs. And that's saying something (I'm looking at YOU, Kato). But - prepare for a shock in 3 ... 2 ... 1 - Jon is not the Gosselin I'm taking issue with today. My beef is with his soon-to-be ex-wife. >> Continue reading: Kate Gosselin says she can't pay her bills. I say BALONEY Kanye West. Yeah. I don't even know where to start with this guy.
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Better put it away. There could some scandalous personal videos of Lindsay Lohan surfacing any minute now. Don't say you weren't warned. >> Continue reading: Scandalous videos, photos reportedly stolen from Lindsay Lohan There are certain things in life that hold absolutely no interest for me. Being stuck on a one-winged airplane in a tornado is one. Sitting through an entire episode of "The Hills" without a bathtub full of vodka is another. Yep. I'd sooner eat a sweaty sock sandwich while watching "The Hills" on repeat in coach on a crowded one-winged airplane with no beverage service in a hurricane, honestly. But appare...
Well in case you haven't seen a picture of him lately, I've got some not-so-breaking news. These days, K-Fed is ... um ... K-Flabby. Seriously. The former backup dancer has apparently been bellying up to the all-you-can-e...
Look out. In fact, he's so mad he's posted an angry blog on his MySpace page (haha - remember MySpace? 8-tracks? Balancing your checkbook with an abacus? Those were the days...). >> Continue reading: Marilyn Manson has a MySpace hissyfit Ahhhh, the way they were. Remember when Jessica Simpson was annoying people by her pink-jerseyed presence at the Cowboys' games? That isn't going to be happening again ... ever. According to Us Weekly, the football Romeo is so adamant about staying apart that he's issued a "red alert" to keep Simpson away from his casa in Dallas. Buuurn. I know this is going to be an unpopular opinion, but I have to say it: I am SO over "Entourage." I noticed myself growing less fond of Vince & Co.'s shenanigans last season, but I kept watching it because a) There was nothing else on and b) I was still trying desperately to fill the gaping void of quality TV left by "The Sopranos." (I just can't fugheddaboudit. Ba dum dum. Tip your waiters and waitresses.) As it's been a while since the "Entourage" season finale, I figured any feelings of malcontent about the hard-partying, misogynistic nincompoops would have dissipated with the passage of time... |
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A critique from the nosebleed seats: U2 rocks Reliant
