AP - Fire officials say ice has broken through a glass atrium at the Sony Building in New York City and 10 people have sustained minor injuries. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment News | 28 Feb 2010 | 12:39 am
Screen legend Amitabh Bachchan has won the best actor title in Bollywood's top awards, but he boycotted the ceremony because of a row with a tabloid newspaper. The 66-year-old star won... Source: RSS feed - channel BNewsEnter | 28 Feb 2010 | 12:09 am
Marie Osmond's son Michael Blosil took his own life Friday night after leaping to his death from his Los Angeles apartment, E! News confirms.
The 18-year-old reportedly suffered from...
Do you hear that? It's ABC celebrating—Jason Mesnick didn't change his mind again!
The flip-flopping former Bachelor has married his second-banana soulmate Molly Malaney...
LOS ANGELES - Marie Osmond's 18-year-old son Michael Blosil has died, the entertainer said Saturday. Osmond said in a statement through her publicist that her family is devastated by... Source: RSS feed - channel BNewsEnter | 27 Feb 2010 | 10:24 pm
Oh, happy day for Lost fans.
Not only is the cast safe and sound after today's expected tsunami in Hawaii—which thankfully never came—they treated fans to some seriously...
As you might've heard, because I won't shut the fuck up about it, because I'm a narcissist, or something, I'm leaving for the Village Voice and will be working the news beat on their Runnin' Scared blog [PLUG] sometime on Monday. I say "sometime" because if they expect a post from me at 8:30 AM after, um, tomorrow, haha, sure. More about that later.
But—and you'll hear me say this over and over again—this job has been a blast, and I owe it to quite a few people to say thank you for their help in getting me here and assisting my survival once it happened.
Elizabeth Spiers, The Fairy Godmother (AKA Don Spiers, The New York Media Blogfather) who was the founding editor of this site, is also directly responsible for me being here, because she (and Krucoff and Nic) all told Gabriel I was worth a shot, which he took on me. But for the record: every time I was scared shitless or didn't know what to do or needed advice, Spiers was there, and she was right, every time. True story. Also, she has a website where if you have a laptop or a big enough moniter you can pretend Spiers (or Life-Sized Spiers!) is walking around your living room. Not that I've ever tried this. But it probably works.
I was lucky enough to get on a masthead with an awesome history of bloggers, editors, theives, crooks, extortionists, thugs, brutes, etc. Remember when Denton gave the site to Jared Paul Stern? Exactly. Anyway, while I did not extort Ron Burkle recently, I did rip many pages/posts/ideas straight out of their playbook, particularly the reigns of Coen/Oxfeld, Spiegelman, Spiers, Balk, Choire (x2), Leon and Jon, Lockhart Steele, etc. So, thanks for the good material. I made some money off of it. I spent it all. On drugs. Mostly drugs. And coffee. Some of those people have given me good advice and thank you, a million times over. You make Nick less scary. Also somewhere in this group fit in A.J. Daulerio, Bucky Turco, um, fuck, uhhh....Neel Shah, I guess? I'm not sure what I'm thanking Neel for but it might come in handy one night. OH. Also: Leah Taylor gave me my first byline in New York, Natasha Dantzig gave me my second. Natasha's got a baby and is no longer in New york, but Leah's still at Flavorpill. One day she'll have a baby and it's name will not be Mark. Or Sasha. If I didn't mention you, expect a sandwich or something. More likely "or something," which means me forgetting about not thanking you already. Sorry.
When I wasn't writing the site, I got better writers to write it for me. And they mostly did it as a favor to me. I owe lots of people lots of favors.
Finally, Mo Pitz, my partner-in-crime and official Team Party Crash photog, I've had three of the best nights of my life with you, and I've got the beautiful memories to prove it. Actually, I don't, because we ended most of those nights blackout blotto pukeystyle, and it's kind of amazing we managed to get those galleries up the next day, let alone in a coherent manner. True story: I called Mo from my bathroom floor the morning after the VICE party and she was already up, still drunk, uploading photos. Essentially: doing her job. Since Mo never invoiced, FULL DISCLOSURE, she never got paid, so Mo, consider this a public invoice. We promised you money and I'm sure you can hit Remy for it. I'm serious. $150. Stick it to those bitches.
Um, who else? The good people at Variety Coffee Shop in Brooklyn didn't kick me out when I spent hours at a time screaming into my cell phone or computer about Lady Gaga's penis. They are important.
Finally, commenters, commenters, commenters. Oh. You fuckers.
SO, that's my hugely self-indulgent whatever spiel, and I'll say some nice words about the people I work with tomorrow, because that's the important one I don't want to fuck up! And honestly if I type anymore in this white box I'm gonna freak the fuck out. I need a beer. On a cosmic level. But a real one, too.
I'll be in the comments. Thanks to Matt and Joe for pitching in today. Thank you, again, for all the good times. It's been wonderful. The real chaos is coming tomorrow, when Young Manhattanite joins me on the site straight from YMHQ in New York City's Lower East Side, where we'll all be ideally blackout by dinner, and Phyllis Nefler doing Altarcations at 2:30 PM. See you then.
I've dated two girls in my life with "tramp stamps." Based on the results those prior relationships yielded, I can't see engaging in anything meaningful with a significant other who has been Vajazzled. Especially if said Vajazzling is shaped like a fairy. Or stars.
Besides the fact that no good editor in their right mind would tell someone trying to make a coherent argument for their job to write a post so explicitly arguing for their job, they wouldn't let them title it Do You Really Need an Editor at a Publishing House? nor would they let them publish it on the Huffington Post. Where content mostly goes to die. Unless someone else picks it up for being extraordinary in some way, which Baron's post most certainly is.
Clunky Prose: It starts in the lede.
Do you really need an editor at a publishing house?
I am really annoyed. All this talk about digital.
Not to nitpick, but why not? Besides the fact that the text itself is pretty misshapen on the site—a good web editor would've taken care of that—the first sentence is also the title of the post (redundancy), the second sentence is a wooden declarative that could simply be spiced up by making a contraction out of "I" and "am," and the third sentence is a jagged fragment that doesn't explain what the "talk" is nor what kind of "digital" she's referring to. Yet most of you are cognizant individuals, and you know she's referring to digital media, and that the "talk" of which is some idle chatter we're probably going to learn about. Assuming readers can make it past the first three sentences.
Clunky Pronouns:
The writer said: "Why not? There is no editing anymore." Not only is that not true, but it certainly didn't understand the complex role of the editor in a publishing house.
First of all, what kind of braindead company is Baron keeping? Jesus. Also, I know editors often think of writers less as people and more like book-writing-creatures who cost money, but referring to one as "it" seems mildly unnecessary. That is, of course, unless Baron was talking about the writer's statement, which can only "understand" something in the figurative or poetic sense. Which she already lost credit for in the first sentence, regardless of which, that intention just patently isn't the case. Finally, who refers to their own job as complex? Lady, you're not a machinist.
Misspellings and Title Form:
Jonathon Gallassi's: "There Is More to Publishing Than Meets the Screen" in the New York Times, January 2, 2010, expressed it logically and eloquently.
"Jonathon Gallassi" has a name, and it isn't spelled like that. It's Jonathan Galassi. He's not exactly a name you want to spell wrong, as he's the the President and Publisher of Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Also, New York Times should be italicized, and from a later sentence in the piece, "short changed" is one word.
WTF?:
"And I am happy to say that as many as there are who complain, there are just as many who acknowledge the good work that editors can and do for a writer."
As many what, exactly? People? Penguins? If they're penguins, they don't acknowledge what an editor "can and do for a writer" so much as they acknowledge what an editor can do for a writer.
Credit where credit's due: we cribbed this item from a tipster...who wrote "makes the care for" instead of "makes the case for" in their original tip. And please, like we don't have our fair share of typos on this site even with an editor. There's probably one in this post! The difference between Baron and I, though, is that I'm not trying to make a case for an editor. My life is a case for editors. Ryan Tate put it best earlier this evening via email:
Who will edit the editors? And who will edit the people who call for editing of the editors?
Everything must eventually be published via wiki, is my point. A wiki that no one is qualified to edit.
Then again, she could just be playing with our heads, as this might be part of an elaborate "meta" campaign for her job, in which case: golden.
But that probably isn't the case. She's probably just an editor who needs a good editor. Or a good writer.
We kid, but something tells us the prospect of more Pattz may be a big part of your mass desire for...
"These English majors wanna be some super genius novelists/ They end up music journalists/ chicks ain't that into it," noted Craig Finn in 1990, as the lead singer of Lifter Puller. Finn went on to front The Hold Steady; music journalists went on to write listicles. I was a child. "Touch My Stuff," indeed. (Here, I hoped to link to a YouTube video of the song, as blogs do. As it turns out, the only version of it that exists is an acoustic cover by a round boy in a small dorm room. This means something.)
No one is listening.
But this version is easier to understand.
Finn's sentiment sounds outdated now in a post-David Foster Wallace era. Or at least an era in which nobody sincerely cares about Chuck Klosterman anymore.
Aspiring novelists are archaic. I know this because in four years of higher education, no one ever offered to show me a manuscript, but I've seen more blogs than bongs. The bearded, bespectacled Pavement fans Finn was singing about are unemployed or out of touch. Or dead. No one in their early twenties wants to be a music journalist—that would be absurd. These English majors want to be some super genius bloggers. They end up unpaid interns.
Aspiring to write on the internet is like aspiring to shred on Guitar Hero. The best part of both is wearing your pajamas. The worst part is the tense shoulders.
My friends and I aren't that feisty.
Pebbles are easier to throw at thrones than rocks because you can grab a whole handful and they fit in 140 characters. Plus, we wouldn't want to jeopardize any job prospect, however slight. Today, it's kissing ass. Observe:
A senior at Columbia edits a semi-popular blog; it doesn't pay. Said senior writes a profile for The Awl; it doesn't pay, but it gets more comments. The piece is an employment-oriented personal ad for a talented, eager and obsessive Midwesterner, but a reader calls it a "wet kiss (with tongue) to Gawker." The subject is seeking full-time employment from The Empire, the one you're reading, or a similar entity. Possibly the author is too? It was suggested. Everyone involved is a total sweetheart. They need to pay their rent and they don't have a manuscript.
Get off my internets!
Do something.
Here is what we are doing: We 'follow' writers we like, in multiple senses, in hopes of them, for some reason, following back. We link to posts they write, often. We tend to the shaft. We disagree with them, respectfully, in hopes of a counter-argument. In hopes of being discovered. We work for free. We blog when they instant message us, asking about our internships. We compliment how cute their kids are. We 'like' them, we really 'like' them. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, nor his followers count. Replies are encouraging; @'s are encouraging. It is all about ego and misplaced hero worship and low expectations. And it doesn't come with a paycheck.
It's pathetic when we do this to ourselves and whether it even works remains unseen. But is this even what we really want? The ones who came before us insist it's not, and they drink a lot. [Ed. They also do way too much blow for people their age. Truth.] But on some minuscule level that's like an actor rejecting fame. If I would've known it was going to be like this...
The aspiring media kids know what I mean. To the rest of you, I want you to know that this generation isn't doomed yet. We're not all like this, I promise. The entitled Ivy Leaguers giving nauseating quotes to Newsweek just need something to do while their girlfriends are at med school. Plenty of my peers are doing really well on the LSAT and at investment banks, continuing in the proud tradition of fucking this country somewhere very uncomfortable. They're just not broadcasting it, or they're only on Facebook. They will hold down respectable jobs and make their parents proud. They will make the money and we'll marry them. Whenever you need a break from this, stop fucking reading Gawker. Close the tab and go outside. Get off your Tumblr. Do something.
Which is all to say: tomorrow I'm going to start my novel.
Joe Coscarelli used to slave under the well-regarded penis of Dan "Slim Shady" Abrams as the Weekend Editor at Mediaite before being like "peace I'm out this bitch." I also hired him to do stuff at BlackBook once. I never really edited him. I didn't here. You can go ahead and re-tweet him, but neither one of us gives a shit.
He knows you might think this is meta. It isn't.
Well, you bitches wouldn't have clicked on the post if you didn't want to read something about her, would you?
That said, I don't really understand the out-and-out hatred of Julia Allison either. As far as breathing capitalist enterprises go, her business only comes at the cost of her own relationships and your airspace—which you can manipulate to your liking at any moment—and, well, Isn't there someone better to rage against? Like Kim Jong-Il? At least with him, raging doesn't necessarily help his cause. And let's say Julia Allison does something nefarious, like lies about her media freebie disclosures, or cheats on her taxes, or stiffs a cab driver. You actually give a shit? You actually have time to give a shit? Especially if you aren't paid to do so?
Hopefully not. I just found her fascinating. A lot of Gawker readers did too, because they kept clicking until she landed the cover of Wired and was hanging out at Davos and shit. Isn't that a goddamn gas? This person was so hated, she ended up at Davos. Ha.
I guess I just wouldn't be able to trust Julia Allison, because the everyday details of her personal life and relationships are—pretty much more than anyone I can think of off-hand—inextricably linked to her financial success. That must be tough. Ha.
Here's a gallery of pictures from her birthday party.
She's not in any of them.
This all makes me feel uncomfortable.
I wouldn't advocate huffing anything, but these might be more interesting on a glue high. You know?
That's her boyfriend on the left. If you know who it is, that'd be a fun story to go out with. She's keeping him anonymous. Here they are at a party. Party!
Here's Julia Allison acolyte Jordan Reid. I actually bet Jordan's a decent type! Did you know she was almost on It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia? True story. Also, her husband, standing next to her, isn't really anonymous. I think she just put the smiley face there to impersonate Julia? This entire thing is like reading hieroglyphics and I just don't get it. Really, truly. I don't understand much of this. If anything. Anyway, her boyfriend is this guy Kendrick Strauch who used to be in Harlem Shakes, who was a band everyone in New York had heard of, seen, or listened to, but also a band nobody could name a song by. Anyway, they broke up. Julia Allison's Birthday Party, or Indie Rock Obscurity? Ehhhh....*Makes Scales With Hands*
We're gonna get a little place. Okay, yeah, we're gonna get a little place and w're gonna... We gonna...gonna have a cow, and some pigs, and we're gonna have, maybe-maybe, a chicken.
Post-op castration patients are often rehabbed with pictures of their spouses' friends photo albums to ease them into their new roles in the world.
. Dorrian's, A Portrait. Mixed Media., 2010. Art courtesy the artist.
If one of these women were to appear above my bed demanding alimony payments, I'd shit myself. And then consult the closest Dickens novel for advice.
When the Mighty Morphin Sephora Rangers combine powers, it's like Voltron, except nothing cool happens. They just drunkenly tumble to the ground and scrape their knees.
Bronimal Collective. The Brosten Celtics. BroYPD: Bro York's Finest. The Bro Team! Florence + The Brochine. Grizzly Bro. The Bro Steady. LCD Brosystem. The Bro-End Theory. Of Bros and Men. Brosserie. Brontausaurs. Keep it on the down-bro. Etc.
(Reuters)
Reuters - Jacques Audiard's powerful prison drama "Un Prophete" (A Prophet) swept the board at the "Cesar" awards Saturday, picking up the best film, best actor and best director prizes at France's annual version of the Oscars.
UPDATE: Good news! The tsunami warning has been lifted with no apparent damage.
________
Hours after a massive 8.8 earthquake hit Chile, the residents of Oahu, Hawaii, have been...
The French film industry has showered honors on director Jacques Audiard's Oscar-nominated "Un Prophete" ("A Prophet"), giving the movie France's coveted Cesar award for best movie. ... Source: RSS feed - channel BNewsEnter | 27 Feb 2010 | 4:53 pm
"Those blogs are clearly the work of a deranged person," Gawker managing editor Choire Sicha says after being directed to Behrle's more poetry-centric work. "I hope it's not true that he is the author of "Kreepie Kats." It takes a genius to name a cat sticker 'Krunchypants' and this person seems rather like an idiot to me."
And finally, from Jim:
"When you see a bunny sucking on a beer saying a one-line haiku, it's powerful. It's like, 'That dude just wrecked my life with a magic marker and a couple of stickers! I still don't quite understand why that is, but I like it."
I liked it too. See you on the other side, Klonnopin.
KREEPIE KATS
2007-2010
R.I.P.
Rick Sanchez, to a scientist: "Nine meters in English is what?"
Ha. In Portuguese, now! Also, via Dan "Slim Shady" Abrams' Mediaite, Drew Grant grabs video. Highlights:
1:37: Rick Sanchez trying to explain to his viewers, who are apparently too stupid to understand the most basic law of "every reaction" physics: "The yang of that yin.."
1:46: Rich Sanchez screaming at this poor weather nerd: "I'm not asking you to do 27 to 27, I'm asking you if there's a drop, will there be an increase?!?"
Also, more Rick "No Shit, Sherlock" Sanchez here:
2:20: "But what we can say is—tell me if I'm wrong—there is a tsunami there, and it was just detected, that it caused a 27-foot drop."
Oh, wait! He's back.
Gotta go. Fuck you, Foster!
(AFP)
AFP - Giorgio Armani's voluptuous elegance rubbed shoulders Saturday with Bottega Veneta's timeless sophistication in their ready-to-wear offerings for next winter's woman at Milan Fashion Week.
Fashion Wire Daily - Recession? What recession? That felt very much the mood at Giorgio Armani's latest runway show Saturday, Feb. 27, in Milan, when Italy's most famous designer staged an Asian-tinted show, before the industry's top critics and editors and a team of his executives buoyed by their booming business in China.
Fashion Wire Daily - Recession? What recession? That felt very much the mood at Giorgio Armani's latest runway show Saturday, Feb. 27, in Milan, when Italy's most famous designer staged an Asian-tinted show, before the industry's top critics and editors and a team of his executives buoyed by their booming business in China.
That didn't take long. The White House announced today that Julianna Smoot, who had been serving in the U.S. Trade Representative's office, would replace Desirée Rogers, the social secretary who resigned yesterday. Smoot was also the finance director for Obama's presidential campaign and the point of contact between the president and his wealthiest donors. Smoot, who has worked for Senators Harry Reid, Charles Schumer, Dick Durbin, and Jay Rockefeller, said she is "humbled and excited to take on the role of White House Social Secretary." However, she said nothing about keeping wannabe reality-TV stars out of official White House parties, though we're assuming it was implied.
Phew! Following the lead of Odeon, the U.K.'s largest theater chain, AMC theaters said yesterday that it will indeed carry Alice in Wonderland starting March 5. The dispute between the studio and the theater chain stemmed from Disney's decision to shorten the film's run so it would hit DVD shelves sooner. In a press release announcing that the movie would be carried, AMC CEO Gerry Lopez didn't mention the disagreement. We're guessing he just wanted to take his kids for free. [HR]
Oscar co-producer Adam Shankman failed to get his first choice, Sacha Baron Cohen, to host the Academy Awards this year, but the British funnyman will present an award on March 7. Cohen isn't the only presenter who will be tasked with bringing laffs. Funnymen Steve Carell, Ben Stiller, and Jason Bateman and funnylady Tina Fey will also present awards. [AP]
Insight into the world's most recent natural disaster is coming from an unexpected source—American Idol veteran Elliott Yamin.
The season five finalist survived a massive 8.8...
Mayor Bloomberg announced yesterday that the city will scale back the number of street fairs held this year in an effort to save money. Last year the NYPD spent $4 million on overtime pay to staff 321 street fairs across the city. Some of that money was recouped from the organizers of the events, but the city still ended the year almost $2.5 million in the hole. Bloomberg said he recognizes how much fun street fairs can be, but the city just can't continue to host so many.
"Look, I love going down and having one of those hot sausages like anybody else," Bloomberg said on his weekly WOR-AM radio show. "But you do disrupt traffic, you do lose commerce in other parts of the city, and the police department has to provide on overtime ... and it just may be something we can't afford," he said.
However, he did not address where we're supposed to get our Mozzarepas and socks now.
AP - These parsimonious days fashion trends often start with the accessories, usually the least expensive and therefore most sellable items in a collection.
In an interview with the French TV show Le Grand Journal, Sigourney Weaver revealed that she and James Cameron have discussed her return in the Avatar sequel. But wait, you may be thinking (and the following is spoiler-y if you're one of the dozens of people left who hasn't seen Avatar), didn't she die after the Na'vi tried to transfer her from her human body into her unanimated Avatar? That's right! You have a good memory. But Weaver had a bit of an explanation for that, saying that her character still exists "in the tree," whatever that means. We'll admit that we're a little skeptical of this idea, but at this point Cameron has earned the ability to do pretty much whatever the hell he wants.
Indian Bollywood film actors Amitabh Bachchan (L) and his son Abhishek Bachchan unveil an issue of HI! Blitz magazine in Mumbai in 2009. Bollywood's first family said Saturday they would boycott the industry's... Source: RSS feed - channel BNImagesEnter | 27 Feb 2010 | 12:10 pm
Kentucky Senator Jim Bunning, who isn't running for reelection, successfully blocked the Senate from voting yesterday on a House bill to extend unemployment benefits, which are set to expire tomorrow. Bunning insisted that the $10 billion needed to extend the benefits be offset by other savings rather than added to the deficit.
“If we can’t find $10 billion somewhere for a bill that everybody in this body supports, we will never pay for anything,” Mr. Bunning said.
Now Democrats couldn't be more pissed at Bunning and Republican leaders who have remained silent during the Senator's one-man filibuster.
“Where is the Republican leadership,” asked Michigan Sen. Debbie Stabenow. “Are they going to stand up and stop this or are they going to continue by their silence to be supporting what Sen. Bunning is doing.”
Democrats plan to try to force a vote next week to cut off debate and bring the measure to an up or down vote. If that plan doesn't work, Harry Reid has a will to attach the benefits extension to another bill. Either way, Bunning has already screwed state governments because programs are going to have to be shut down and then restarted, resulting in unnecessary administrative costs. So how do Bunning's opponents plan to punish him for his obstinacy? They're going to try to throw the hall of fame pitcher out of Cooperstown.
If nothing else, Paris Hilton sure knows how to celebrate Paris Hilton.
The erstwhile Simple Lifer capped a weeklong birthday celebration Friday night with a bash at her...
AP - The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences is considering action against a producer of "The Hurt Locker" who sent multiple e-mails urging academy members to vote for his movie in the Oscar best-picture race and "not a $500 million film" — an obvious reference to close-competitor "Avatar."
Hey look, it's another promo for the new Tonight Show hosted by that guy who loves denim. In this first proper promo (the others were rehashes of old footage) for his move back to the Tonight Show, Jay Leno makes the joke that everyone in the world has been making for the past few weeks: Curling is silly. Someone even falls down! At the end of the spot we're reminded that, dear God, the new Jay Leno–hosted Tonight Show starts on Monday and along with his already announced list of guests, American Olympic heroes Lindsey Vonn, Shaun White, and Apolo Ohno will be stopping by the set for a "victory lap."
President Obama's former green-jobs czar Van Jones, who resigned his office last September following revelations that he may be a 9/11 truther and communist sympathizer, accepted the NAACP's president's award last night and revealed that he doesn't hate his “fellow countryman, Glenn Beck.” In fact, he loves the man most responsible for him losing his job.
“I see you, and I love you, brother,” Mr. Jones said to Beck. “I love you and you cannot do anything about it. I love you and you cannot do anything about it. Let’s be one country. Let’s be one country. Let’s get the job done.”
After nearly six months in a self-imposed exile, Jones is reentering the public world with new gigs at the Center for American Progress and Princeton, where he will teach environmental and economic policy and indoctrinate students with his revolutionary ideology.
Craig Robinson, whom you may know as the warehouse boss at Dunder Mifflin or as a guy who travels through time in a hot tub, will take over hosting duties for NBC's revival of Last Comic Standing this summer. Robinson, who has had a long, piano-filled stand-up career of his own, will follow in the hallowed footsteps of Jay Mohr, Anthony Clark, and Bill Bellamy. [Live Feed/HR]
Amid all the pomp, circumstance and U.S. hockey victories taking place this week, a sad story was unfolding in Vancouver.
The search for missing Growing Pains actor Andrew Koenig ended...
As sports fans everywhere react to Tiger Woods' not-so-sincere apology press conference with confusion, mockery and disappointment, your Sports Soup team now offers a different path Tiger...
Early this morning, a massive 8.8 magnitude earthquake shook Chile, killing at least 78 people and knocking down buildings and roads across the country. The quake was centered 200 miles outside of Santiago and felt as far away as Buenos Aires. But its effects will reverberate far beyond South America: There are already tsunami warnings for Hawaii, Japan, Russia, California, and Alaska, along with just about every other Pacific Island. The 8.8 magnitude earthquake was a thousand times stronger than the 7.0 quake that hit Haiti last month.
Marie Osmond's son Michael Blosil took his own life Friday night after leaping to his death from his Los Angeles apartment, E! News confirms.
The 18-year-old reportedly suffered from...
Do you hear that? It's ABC celebrating—Jason Mesnick didn't change his mind again!
The flip-flopping former Bachelor has married his second-banana soulmate Molly Malaney...
Oh, happy day for Lost fans.
Not only is the cast safe and sound after today's expected tsunami in Hawaii—which thankfully never came—they treated fans to some seriously...
A senior at Columbia edits a semi-popular blog; it doesn't pay. Said senior 
That's her boyfriend on the left. If you know who it is, that'd be a fun story to go out with. She's keeping him anonymous. Here they are at a party. Party!
Post-op castration patients are often rehabbed with pictures of their spouses' friends photo albums to ease them into their new roles in the world.
UPDATE: Good news! The tsunami warning has been lifted with no apparent damage.
________
Hours after a massive 8.8 earthquake hit Chile, the residents of Oahu, Hawaii, have been...
Insight into the world's most recent natural disaster is coming from an unexpected source—American Idol veteran Elliott Yamin.
The season five finalist survived a massive 8.8...
If nothing else, Paris Hilton sure knows how to celebrate Paris Hilton.
The erstwhile Simple Lifer capped a weeklong birthday celebration Friday night with a bash at her...
From the Twilight saga and push-up appearances to PETA posters and underwear ads, Kellan Lutz has certainly seen his profile rise quite a bit...
Amid all the pomp, circumstance and U.S. hockey victories taking place this week, a sad story was unfolding in Vancouver.
The search for missing Growing Pains actor Andrew Koenig ended...
As sports fans everywhere react to Tiger Woods' not-so-sincere apology press conference with confusion, mockery and disappointment, your Sports Soup team now offers a different path Tiger...
