Seria culpa do Gugu Liberato que deu mais trela pra esse nóia do que devia? Seria culpa do grupo Polegar que estragou a infância desse rapaz? Seria culpa da mãe que não deu um prest'nção e mandou dormir?

Não sabemos. Mas por favor, FAÇAM ELE PARAR.

Essa coisa de Macaulay Culkin brasileiro nem tem glamour ó.

"Mas eu adoooouuuro o Macaulay" - Rafael Pilha

and if the posters are anything to go by, Macaulay Culkin's girlfriend from My Girl gets topless!

WOOO!

Starring Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Jessica Simpson as the Samson sisters, and more stars of the 90s.

Episode 1 - The Class of the 90s

Christina is sleeping face down on on her pillor. Her Whitney Houston alarm clock belts out:
And I...........e...I............
Will Always Love.... You....ooeeooo.
Jessica runs into her bedroom and pulls out the plug.
Jessica: Christina wake up! It's our first day of school and I have nothing to wear.
Christina: Why don't you go and annoy Britney.
Jessica: She's already up. I have nothing to wear. (walks out)
Christina: First day of school. Strange City, no house, no friends, I'm psyched. Oh, she's gone, and yet I'm still talking, to myself.

Christina walks into Jessica's room in her new clothes. Piles of outfits and shoes were on Jessica's bed.
Christina: You have nothing to wear?
Jessica: Christina! Everybody looks like they stepped out of Nirvana music video.
Christina: No they don't. Grunge stopped. Stop carring what other people wear.
Jessica: How do you manage to handle the first day of school as the new kid?
Christina: Easy. I'm beautiful and I am always right.
Jessica: I need the perfect outfit. Nobody knows me. I could be a nobody.

Christina and Jessica were eating breakfast while Bob Samson  was packing their lunch.
Jessica: You don't have to pack our lunch. We can eat from the cafeteria.
Mr. Samson: No. I can't have you touching that food.
Britney walks in wearing a red cropped top, blue skirt, with cowboy boots. They all stare at her.
Britney: What?
Jessica: You're wearing those boots? No way.
Christina: You're jealous because you think only you can pull them off. She's right though Britney, You look like you're about to step on a pile of horse shit. Let's go dad!
Mr. Samson: Go back and put on a sweater honey.

Britney walked into Science class and wondered where she should shit. The door behind her was shoved

opened and in walked a blonde  guy. Elijah Watts panicked.
Elijah: Um, hi! You can sit here.
Britney: Really?
Elijah: I can't have him sit here. He's a sophomore freshman. He steals my answers and then he gives me monster wedgies.
Britney: Ouch. What's a sophomore freshman?
Elijah: It's his second time as a ninth grader. (Smiles) I'm Elijah.
Britney: Britney.

Christina and Jessica were walking with their new friend.
Dione: That's Mr. Swimmer . He's the hottest teacher in this school and he's our science teacher.
Jessica: Great. I won't have trouble flirting with him for good grades.
Dione: Slut, slut, slut, talks to himself.
Christina: Who are they?

Dione: They're the most popular seniors at school. Don't look at them. They're going through some weird crazy shit at the moment.
Jessica: Creepy...

Students were starring at the sky when Britney and Elijah walked down the stairs to the courtyard.
Britney: What are they all starring at?
They both looked. A jet was writing in the sky.
Britney: Potty at 25 Hills avenue.
Elijah: All right, a party. We are both going to be there. Our first party.
Britney: He's still writing. No . . . fishman?
Elijah: Freshman. Man. (looks up) We're still going.
Britney: We are?

In Jessica's bedroom.
Jessica: Let's tell dad to take us to the party.
Christina: No. He'll never let us, and when we tell him he'll be suspicious of everything we do.
Jessica: You're so smart.
Christina: Yeah, yeah, shut up, I'm thinking. We'll ask Dione to take us and tell dad we're going to hang out with our friend. He can't say no. He wants us to get use to this new place.

Outside the party house behind a bush.
Elijah: This is what we do. We'll go to the back, climb the fence, jump into a tree, and climb down very slowly. Nobody will be focused on the shade of the tree. It should be pretty dark. It's the perfect plan.
Jessica and Christina walked in with Dione.
Britney: Jess! Christina! Let's go Elijah.
Elijah gets pulled inside the backyard.

Christina watched Jessica flirt with some guys. She walked off on her on. A boy  sat on a bench by himself.
Christina: Hi. You look familiar. Do I know you?
Macaulay: You should. This is my party. This is my house!
Christina: I swear I've seen you before.
A boy stops by.
Boy1: Dude. You look familiar.
Macaulay: This is my party! This is my house! Doesn't anyone know me?
Christina: Sure. You're the host.
Boy1: Welcome to the party host dude.
Macaulay: This is my party!

Elijah and Britney were standing beside the pool. The guy pushed Elijah into the pool.
Sean William Sean: No freshmans!
Everybody laughs.
Britney: Elijah!
Elijah: I'm drowning! Wait, no I'm fine. Help me up.
Britney pulls him out of the pool.

Britney, Elijah, Christina, and Jessica walked out of the party.
Jessica: This is the worst party ever. Nothing happened. It's like this whole day was an introduction of the Samson sisters. Boring.
Christina: I predict it would only get-- Dad!

At home.
Mr. Samson: Sorry kids. For lieing you three will be grounded for two weeks.
Jessica: We're so sorry.
Christina: We betrayed your trust. We just wanted to fit in. You know how hard it is for us as the new kids. We wanted people to like us. We wanted to have friends. (Mouth Quivers)
Mr. Samson: Girls, I want you to have friends, you should have told me the truth.
Jessica: This is will never happen again.
Britney: We love you daddy.
Mr. Samson: My poor girls. Okay, since it's your first day of school, I'll let you off this time. I know how tough peer pressure can be.
All: Thanks dad!
They all share a big loving hug.

The End

   I decided to finish it with a Fullhouse ending. Hope you enjoyed it.

Links:

• http://rapidshare.com/files/82592634/kFfxs.part1.rar
• http://rapidshare.com/files/82596971/kFfxs.part2.rar
• http://rapidshare.com/files/82600905/kFfxs.part3.rar
• http://rapidshare.com/files/82604786/kFfxs.part4.rar
• http://rapidshare.com/files/82609413/kFfxs.part5.rar
• http://rapidshare.com/files/82612648/kFfxs.part6.rar
• http://rapidshare.com/files/82615645/kFfxs.part7.rar
• http://rapidshare.com/files/82616364/kFfxs.part8.rar

Macauly Culkin was far from "sulkin'" in Home Alone. The young actor's character Kevin McCallister was in complete rapture for the majority of the film, elated to finally be rid of his oppressive parents and vast array of obnoxious siblings/cousins. This can be evidenced by the various montages that pad the movie. He runs around the house screaming like an idiot. He eats whatever the hell he wants whenever the hell he wants it. He rummages through everyone else's stuff and wastes countless ounces of aftershave. This kid obviously does not give a flying fuck where his dumb-ass family is.

It's only toward the end of the movie after he talks to the creepy old guy that Kevin comes anywhere near "sulkin'" (personally, I think "kinda bummed" would be a more accurate description of the sad face the lil' stinker is making right before his tender reunion with Mom and Dad). Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver, he was "sulkin'." Salieri in Amadeus, he was "sulkin'." Shit, there was more "sulkin'" in the damn Muppet movies. Home Alone and its main protagonist, however, fall quite low on the sulk meter.

House of Pain, I suggest you watch Home Alone a second time and really study the character of Kevin McCallister. I implore you to then write a new version of "On Point" in which you address your previous mistake and what you learned from it. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

 Aww, it's Macaulay Culkin, and he's so cute in this movie, especially with the glasses. 

I dreaded writing about the Spice Girl because they were past the mid nineties, but I chose to get them over with so I can focus on better music artist.

 Mr Girl was released in 1991 in USA but released 1992 in the rest of the world. The plot summary is . . . it is um . . . I find it hard to summarize. I could never tell a friend what this movie was about. It was about a little girl who was a tomboy and was an outcast. Her mother was dead, her father was an undertaker, the only friend she had was Thomas. J. She was going through--- I'm just going to give up. There is no way I can give you the basic plot in just a few words, so I'm going to have to do it the long way; right from the start.

 Vada Sultenfuss (Anna Chlumsky) was only eleven years old and lived in a large house where her father (Dan Aykroyd) held funerals and held the deceased down in the basement. Why would a father allow this to happen? Didn't he understand that Vada could be frightened by dead people? Guess he was too depressed with his wife's death to think it through. She was only eleven! In a way, Vada was afraid, but she thought if she became one of them, she wouldn't be so afraid. Vada was a regular patient at the doctors thinking she was going to die very soon and claimed there was something wrong with her.

 Thomas J. Sennett (Culkin) was a nice, short, and scrawny little boy who was allergic to pretty much everything. He was allergic to chocolate! Vada and Thomas were best friends and they mostly hung around their favourite tree beside the lake. They lived in a really small town so everyone pretty much knew everyone else. They popped by their English Teacher house (I would never had visit a teacher if I was still in elementary school) during their summer break. Vada had a huge crush on him. When I mean huge I mean she sang love songs to his picture in the school photo. When she found out Mr. Bixler was going to teach an adults English class she had to be in his class just to see him.

 Meanwhile Shelley Devoto arrived for a job interview to become a make-up artist. She was shocked to find out that she going to put make-up on dead people. Shelley (Jamie Lee Curtis) and Harry, the father fell in love with each other. Vada was upset by this, no one replaces my mom she thought. She made sure Shelley knew that Vada didn't accept her as apart of this family. She was even more furious when she found out they were engaged. Thomas J. was always by her side whenever she needed him, even when he didn't agree with everything she did or said. The thing was, Vada needed a female to look up to and to teach her about growing up into a woman.

 Rent this movie just to see Macaulay's and Anne Clumsky's first on screen kiss.

 I am not embarassed to say that this movie made me cry the first time I saw it. I rented this movie a long time ago because of my friend suggested it. When I finally bought it, I cried again, even when I knew what was coming.

 This is not scary, it is not miserable and dramatic, it is realistic and escapes to somewhere you've been before; your childhood. The sixties and seventies music gives it a touch of innocence; the type of music children should be listening to, not what they're listening to nowadays. There's nothing negative I can say. It's a heartwarming movie and I will cherish it forever.

8.5/10

Number one featured Edward Norton, the first entity that ever captured my interest enough be a "fan." I don't believe I have been a fan of anyone, or anything, since. Well, let me clarify. I am often a fan in the "Wow, I am a fan of this yogurt" sense, but I wouldn't paste pictures of the yogurt on my wall or ask for its autograph. But anyway, in my high school fantasty dream, Ed shows up in my kitchen, asks me to marry him, and we make out against the sink.

Number two featured (surprise, surprise) Brad Pitt. I can probably chalk this up to my Fight Club obsession, but then again, what girl hasn't dreamed about Brad Pitt? The dream was not suitable for children. But honestly, what kind of girl has a platonic dream about Sir Brad? (ps. it was excellent.)

In number three, Brad makes a return appearance! Except this time, he appears not as a sexual fantasy, but as a person. A real, down to earth person. And he seemed kind of depressed! In the dream, I stopped at the mall on my way home. It was late and the mall was empty. I wasn't wearing any shoes. As I walked past the food court, I noticed Brad Pitt sitting at a table with his agent. Then Brad got up and we had one of those awkward moments where you find yourself walking in the same direction as someone, at the same speed, so you might as well acknowledge each other. And so tactfully introduced myself, telling him that I thought he was very talented. He replied graciously enough, but with a tone that suggested he was tired of hearing how great he was. And then I mentioned his particularly inspiring performance in Fight Club, and a meek smile came to his lips and he said, "Yes, that was a great film wasn't it?" And we chatted about Fight Club until we reached the parking lot, where we shook hands, said goodbye, and got into our respective car and limo.

Apparently I am the kind of girl to have a platonic dream about Brad Pitt.

Dream number four happened last night, and considering the high caliber of my previous guest stars, surprised me greatly when it decided to cast Macaulay Culkin as my opposite. We were at a music festival, with swingsets. I sat down on a swing, not realizing he was occupying the other swing. I introduced myself, and so did he, and we spent the entire day together, running around this pretty countryside. I even think we went swimming. In my dream Macaulay had severe ADD, among other things, and was a total weirdo. He was probably on drugs, which isn't too far off from reality.

Are my celebrity dreams becoming strictly platonic episodes in which I diagnose and deal with their psychological issues? Am I turning into a platonic dream companion for lonely and troubled stars?

Let's hope not. I have enough to deal with without being responsible for the mental health of the rich and famous while I'm asleep.

1. The comments from readers, which often turn into excellent banter as they have here, here and here.

2. The search terms that people use to find the blog. Somehow, people made there way here after Googling the following: greatest pick-up lines, AE muppet, sexy woman, WPP sucks, good sexy dressing up ideas, what happened to Macaulay Culkin, crazy dancing people and David Lubars + BBDO.

Fantastic.

Kenneth loves celebrities. And mugshots. Naturally, the two came together. We had true-to-life head sized photos of Foxy Brown, O.J. Simpson, Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan and Macaulay Culkin. We wandered around downtown Vancouver with these things taped to our heads, while doing normal day to day celebrity things; like shopping, opening shady white van doors, and being ridiculously drunk in public.

My favourite is me with the Lindsay face on, sprawled on a checkered floor with a bottle of vodka in my hand. Such class. We aimed for more shots within Winners, but some bitch of a woman kicked us out of the store before we could get more than one. Most of the shots were taken in a parking garage, with a few outside the Winners.

I suggest you check 'em out.

maybe it's because

a) i'm not an eight year old billionaire,

b) those kids are aliens

or

c) kids 'fashion' makes me nauseous.

forget Henson, Jacobs is your man, paedophile task force.

Exhibit A:

http://www.marcjacobs.com

i couldn't cut & paste the photos from here, but do visit the above link and see for yourself the full catalogue of elfin waifs draped in MJ couture. If the FBI hasn't shut it down yet. special attention must be paid to the albino child with the lime-green silk shirt. that kid must be Jacobs' 'special friend', a la Macaulay Culkin. which leads me to...

Exhibit B:

MJ. Marc Jacobs. Michael Jackson. code for child sex. did i elaborate too much? in this age of pomo-homo-ness, elaboration is so passe. so i'm passe. i'm fine with that. bite me.

Exhibit C:

this child clearly cannot surf. this is false advertising. this is wrong. like paedophiles.

Exhibit D:

this is a classic example of 'older black male child leads younger latino-white female child into sex lair for child sexographer to document extensively'. just quietly, that dude has GOT IT. LAY-BY!

and while we're on the topic of task forces and child exploitation, how GOOD was Boston Legal last night? The "No Child Left Behind" Act (a North American set of laws regarding public education, that was signed by Bush in 2002) was brought into question once before in BL (see http://www.arizonaea.org/politics.php?page=282&sub_page=252), by M.J.Fox (ANOTHER MJ. except this one IS a child, so can't be a pedophile - although that could be his schtick: he lures the small sexually appealing children with his child-like-ness). But last night's episode, cleverly titled "No Brains Left Behind" was VERY clear that this law should simply not exist. Candice Bergen (AKA old lady sexpot, AKA that scarf-wearing, one-position-standing exemplerary student of the the David E. Kelley school of chin wobble) was the main trumpeter of its demise, and she was rather fantastic in her rare moment in the soapbox spotlight.

Alan Shore (AKA, the breathing woman's man, AKA the object of my post-adolescent lawyer-cum-coastguard-cum-onmyface desires), was off fighting more important battles, of course - against the National Guard, in two separate cases: one for failing to come to the aid of a pizza shop that Denny likes when it was flooded, and the other for denying Alan and Denny entry into the NG because they are older than 42 (what an arbitrary age for the NG to decide a man or woman may no longer serve their country!). Needless to say, Alan and Denny's exploits were genius. Hilarity abounded.

be still my beating heart.

-lucy

Escolha uma roupa sensacional, não tenha dó de usar aquela blusa que você estava guardando pra uma ocasião especial. Roupa não é virgindade. Também não precisa ser espalhafatoso, saiba chamar atenção passando longe de ser ridículo. Isso qualquer site de moda pode ajudar, se não tiver estilo próprio, copie algum famoso que esteja na moda.
Saiba o momento certo de entrar na balada. Não pode ser assim que abrir, nem quando as pessoas já estejam começando a sair, o apropriado é entrar entre 1 e 2h após o início da balada.
Quando entrar, não deixe que as pessoas percebam que você é um assalariado que rala a semana toda e depois tem que comer pão com ovo porque gastou tudo na balada, seja elegante, fino, superior. Atrevo-me a reproduzir os ensinamentos de Michael Alig e James St. James (Party Monster) que resumem em parte o que eu quero dizer:

A Arte de Dominar um Lugar:
Depois de fazer sua grande entrada, pegue seu amigo pela mão e saia cumprimentando todo mundo, dando a volta no salão. Quando terminarem, cada um siga em direções opostas, parando e perguntando para as pessoas se elas viram seu amigo. Depois, encontrem-se novamente e saiam falando para as pessoas "Olha, achei meu amigo"

Regras da noite:
1. A primeira impressão é a que fica. Por isso, quando você for a um lugar, nunca chegue...faça uma entrada!
2. Tenha certeza que sua roupa fica boa em fotos preto-e-branco, e tenha uma boa fala na manga, mesmo que você tenha que conversar sozinho.
3. Cuidado com as pessoas que não sabem seus lugares.

Não se misture, escolha um espaço de destaque na balada ou um estrategicamente reservado (os dois tem um efeito parecido, a escolha só depende do seu verdadeiro objetivo, aparecer mesmo ou gerar interesse) faça parecer que aquele local foi reservado pra você, como se você sempre fosse lá, se fosse o dono daquele espaço, não fique caçando, olhadinhas discretas e diretas é o essencial para uma pegada quase garantida depois de fazer esse carão todo.
Não vá estragar tudo dando baixaria na balada, pegação sensualmente comportada. Pra ninguém ficar reparando demais, mas quem olhar vai sentir vontade de te pegar também.
Beba somente o equilíbrio entre “descontrair” e “aproveitar”, passar disso, significa grandes chances de dar vexame ou cometer deslizes que podem acabar com o seu glamour.
Faça amizade somente com pessoas que parecerem relevantes no ambiente, como DJ, Barman e algumas outras “celebridades” locais. Esqueça o Go Go Boy (Girl).
Não precisa ficar até o fim da balada. Olhe a sua volta com um olhar crítico, quando perceber que o ambiente está começando a ficar sombrio, pague sua comanda e vá embora.
Quando estiver indo, seja simpático, para quebrar toda imagem arrogante que você deixou nas pessoas assim elas se sentirão instigadas a querer te ver de novo, “afinal, o que é você?”.
Pronto, ahazou. Mas agora o que te resta é chegar em casa, fazer um miojo e dormir até a hora que sua mãe te acordar pra ir almoçar.

The dream is over

Bisteca

Recently Don Imus came out of his space cocoon on Planet Sasquatch to open his mouth once again. Although in the past he has come out to display nuggets of far-out space age wisdom, such as that black women are prostitutes with black curly hair, this time Mr. Imus has emerged a "wiser", more "intelligent" man, excepting that he still cannot keep his big mouth shut. In other words, he basically said that black people are dirty criminals.

Newsreader Charles Warner Wolf: ...[H]e's been arrested six times since being drafted by Tennessee in 2005...

IMUS: What color is he?

Wolf: ...He's African-American

IMUS: Well. There you go. Now we know.

Now I think we know what Mr. Imus is talking about. Some of the actions of black men against white men in this nation have been positively criminal. If they aren't stealing the melanin straight off the skin of white people, they're using their insane powers to steal precious inches from the white man's penis. Let me be honest here, and say I think that that's a shame, and the black people of the United States should be forced to give white people their melanin back, in the same way white people gave back to black people after beating and abusing and raping them for generations, that is by loaning them forty acres and a mule.

And let us not forget, the mule should at least be housetrained.

They should also give a formal, heart-rending apology to Conan O'Brien's wife. I can only imagine what their late-night conversations must be like:

Mrs. Conan O'Brien: Half an inch?

Conan O'Brien (frantically): It's O.J. Simpson's fault!!

I also believe that Michael Jackson should be thanked for being the first to give back nearly all of the melanin he has ever had in his entire body, although it would have been nice if he could have given some of it to Macaulay Culkin.

Macaulay Culkin: Half an inch?

Michael Jackson: Hey, that's what you get when you try to give white men their melanin and penis sizes back!

The reason Don Imus is so serious about penis size and melanin to the point that he'd make a racist comment about a basketball player over it, other than the fact that he is gay for Howard Stern, is because he lives on a ranch in New Mexico. I know by experience that New Mexico ranches are no place for lily-white rednecks with no ability to handle the sun. For example, recently my uncle, his nephew, and his nephew's Wiccan girlfriend and I went fishing in the rivers of Northern New Mexico, an area known for having one billion parts sun for every part water there is. I learned many things from these three, for example, that Arab people have contributed nothing to Western civilization and apparently things like algebra and the alphabet are nonexistent entities or lies perpetrated by liberals. But the most important thing I learned is that, if you have no melanin in your skin, it doesn't matter how much SPF 50 sunscreen you put on. You will still wind up peeling like a banana, whereas others will be outside with bronze skin, wearing nothing but tanning oil and a smile, and their skin will just get more melanin, and they'll become more attractive and more likely to take away your wife. And she will most likely never go back, especially if the guy taking your wife happens to be Seal. You'd be lucky to get your Garth Brooks CDs back at that point.

Seal, "Crazy", 1990, Warner Bros. Posted to Youtube by "SealOfficial"

Maybe these people are stealing the white man's melanin, too. I've seen a lot of dark Hispanic and Asian people too. In fact, I've seen lots of white people with really dark, bronzed skin. Maybe all these races are just stealing melanin from poor old folks like Don Imus.

And maybe--just maybe--all these races are capable of stealing, being thieves, riding in low-rider cars, cutting in front of me on the freeway, and just generally being assholes. Maybe even Don Imus knows this. Maybe, just maybe, he was saying that "Pacman Jones" was arrested all those times because he was black and black people get arrested more than white people. Maybe his comment was an attempt to repair his racism-scarred reputation. Perhaps, as a shock jock, he felt the need to make an important racial statement while simultaneously pissing people off. Perhaps this "Pacman Jones" person will eventually become well known outside of the realm of being a basketball player jock with a history of run-ins with the law.

Or what if it's the opposite: That Don Imus is really trying to sneak racism and hate-think into American society via a news show nobody listens to, except rich white people who are already more racist and culturally insulated than a glorified talk-show host ever could be? What kinds of ramifications could there be if such thought entered the general American populace? Would it hurt black peoples' feelings, or cause white people to become neo-Nazis and join the Ku Klux Klan? Who knows what Don Imus could be capable of?!

More importantly, who cares?

O Celeb Match é um serviço gratuito que alega calcular nosso grau de compatibilidade física, emocional e intelectual com milhares de celebridades. Sim, isso inclui a Gisele Bündchen.

Por exemplo, você pode ter pouquíssima afinidade física (8%), litruz de afinidade emocional (98%) e razoável afinidade intelectual (76%) com o Macaulay Culkin, ou talvez com a Whoopi Goldberg.

O que você vai fazer com uma miséria de informação dessas, aí é outra história. Cartas para a redação.

Tem duas formas de olhar. Pode pedir de cara para ver as cinco celebridades que têm mais compatibilidade com você.

Ou ir direto no nome da sua celebridade favorita. 

Eu cravei 100% de compatibilidade - física, emocional e intelectual - com uma menine que atende pelo nome de Rashida Jones. Fui ver quem era no Google e fiquei todo contente, mas Bisteca, sempre pronta a mitirar litruz me dar a maior força, me chamou a atenção para o primeiro nome dela, acabou com minha alegria...

Como quem não quer nada, não custa conferir a quantas anda sua química com a Scarlett Johansson ou com a Carla Bruni. Vai que, né.

Também dá pra testar sua compatibilidade com a menine ou menine anônimo que você gosta; é só clicar aqui. 

Você está convidado a voltar e nos dizer que celebridade adoraria tipegar. ;-) 

Dando certo, não deixe de nos convidar para o casório boca-livre oks 

Aleléx

And really, you don't think of any of the series' stars as major players, but between them they wield a lot of influence. Makes you wonder if they're all still tight; I mean, sure, they'll all do Seth Green's Robot Chicken every episode, but Kutcher and Topher jumped ship early so who knows? Aside: How does Seth Green get so many random people to do voices for Chicken? Wikipedia has a list. From Hulk Hogan and Stan Lee to Cee-Lo and Scarlett Johansson.

But anyway, with the outrageously cute performance Mila Kunis turned in for Sarah Marshall (the only thing stopping me from developing a huge crush is her and boyfriend Macaulay Culkin's World of Warcraft habit), she's just a cameo away from being a regular part of Judd Apatow's stable of comedy brilliance. By appearing alongside Jonah Hill and Paul Rudd and the gang, she's only a step removed from Seth Rogen, Steve Carell, Will Ferrell and therefore the rest of the Brat Pack. In my opinion, once you're in good with Jack Black and Vince Vaughn, you're in good with the only people that matter. Hell, Ben Stiller was in Anchorman, and he's done films with everybody. DeNiro, even.

Plus, Ashton Kutcher not only married into the Demi Moore/Bruce Willis power family, he's also like a big-shot producer. Sure, What Happens in Vegas looks like trash (as does Cameron Diaz most of the time. I said it.) but he's got Punk'd and Beauty and the Geek under his belt. A bit part in Reindeer Games links him to Ben Affleck and Gary Sinise, too.

Meanwhile, Topher Grace (the highlight of the series, not coincidentally) pulls in the big names. For chrissakes, he was in Ocean's 11 and 12, so there's Pitt, Clooney, Damon, Julia Roberts and Catherine Zeta-Jones. He also gets Dennis Quaid from In Good Company, a big coup, and Michael Douglas from Traffic. Not a bad showing.

Danny Masterson does respectably, thanks to appearances in Face/Off (netting Cage and Travolta) and The Faculty (which had a ton of notable youngsters - Jon Stewart, Elijah Wood, Josh Hartnett, Salma Hayek, even Usher).

And for the heritage acts, Debra Jo Rupp (the mom) not only did Friends and Seinfeld, she did Big with Tom Hanks. Kurtwood Smith (Red) was in A Time to Kill with McConaughey, Sandra Bullock, L. Jack and Kevin Spacey; Dead Poets Society with Robin Williams, Ethan Hawke and that guy from Sports Night; Star Trek VI with Shatner, Nimoy, etc.; and Girl, Interrupted with Jolie, Winona Ryder and Jared Leto. And Rambo III. And Robocop. Not bad.

Not pulling their weight: Laura Prepon. I guess being a Scientologist would logically link her to Tom Cruise, though, right?

Not to mention Wilmer Valderrama was in Beauty Shop with Mr. Bacon, so he's only a degree from the man himself. And he dated Lindsay Lohan for a while. What was that about?

Anybody huge they aren't a step or two away from?
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The premiere was at Grauman's Chinese Theatre. I don't really get out there too much. I always forget the motley crew around the periphery of the Chinese. I had to get past Snoopy, French ladies taking pictures with Jack Sparrow, and an AARP Spider-Man. Only in Hollywood I guess. Went up and into the theatre. Proceeded to get my Diet Pepsi and run into Ryan Hansen and his wife Amy. Such a cute couple. He asks me, "What do I do with all this crap?" referring to everything in his envelope. I point out his seats, after party tickets, and parking pass. He laughs. Finally go to my seats.

Everyone's at this premiere! The awesomely awesome Neil Patrick Harris, Alyson Hannigan, Seth Green, Dave Navarro and Stormy Daniels, and EVERYONE who's ever been in an Apatow movie. Imagine the boss from Smart Tech chatting it up with Alison and Ben's crazy doctor. Classic. Wait. Speaking of Knocked Up, didn't see Katherine Heigl there. Hmm..

Director Nicholas Stoller and Jason Segel come out to introduce the film. They joke that they both had NO IDEA what they were doing and proceeded to apologize for what we were about to see. Lights dim and Universal Pictures logo comes up. CAN'T WAIT! I don't want to give anything away, but it was GREAT. I'm definitely going to be seeing this multiple times. Here are some vagued up highlights: The HUGE cereal bowl, the Aldous Snow video, the post break up exchange between Peter and his step brother (Bill Hader), Sarah Marshall's show and her co-star, MILA KUNIS (I still can't stop thinking of Meg Griffin though when I hear her), the state fish of Hawaii, the newlyweds at the hotel and their "problem," Jonah's constant groupie status, Peter's musical project, and during the credits TV show preview. All I can say is GO SEE THIS MOVIE ON APRIL 18th!!!

The after party was at The Annex @ Hollywood and Highland. I cannot believe the amount of people at this party. Finally get up to the spot and am greeted with a mango cocktail. How refreshing. Eventually I head over to look for KB. Go up to Ryan and Amy who are at KB's table and ask them where she is. Ryan says she's outside. Head outside or at least try to. OMG it was like being on a Tokyo subway. Eventually find KB.

Hug and kiss and she points out her mom. I'm glad that her mom was able to make it out. See Jason and congratulate him on the film. My sister has loved him since I introduced her to How I Met Your Mother.

I end up losing my sister because I play lead blocker for KB's mom so she can get back in to the table. Say hello to her step dad. Really surprised they both remembered me. I hadn't seen them since the Pulse premiere.

Go off to find Mila Kunis. She looked great. Sister snaps a pic of us. There's an unfortunate flash malfunction with my camera. It's fine. Macaulay Culkin is hanging with Mila, so I snap a pic of my sister with him.

Make my way back to KB's table. I really want to ask her if she's actually going to reunite with Veronica Mars creator Rob Thomas on his new show Good Behavior AKA Outrageous Fortune. Ryan and Amy are leaving so I say farewell. I ask Ryan what he's going to be working on next. He tells me that he's going to be in the new Friday The 13th movie that will shoot in Austin, TX soon. Good for him! Get over to KB's mom who has now busted out a video camera which incidentally she used later... She catches a tender moment between Dax and KB. Eventually I ask KB about the show. Here's the scoop: She can't join the project because she's shooting the film When In Rome for three months. Scheduling just wouldn't allow it. She's even going to be delayed getting back to Heroes. She does say she can't wait to reunite with Rob. There. YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST! Everyone else seems to still be attaching her to Rob's show. It's a shame because it sounds like a great premise, but it'll be great to keep seeing KB on the big screen.

KB wants to get her groove on, so she heads to the dance floor. I cannot stop laughing. She really got her GROOVE on. She's doing the robot. She's busting out every dance move you would have seen on a Soul Train dance line. Fan Freaking Tastic! After a good amount of time bringing sexy back, she's ready to go. Give her a hug good-bye. My sister and I start making our way out and who do we see? None other than McLovin himself, Christopher Mintz-Plasse. My sister must have a picture with the absolutely fabulous McLovin!

It was a great movie and a great night. Thank you, Universal! Did I already mention GO WATCH IT on April 18th?! Well... GO WATCH FORGETTING SARAH MARSHALL APRIL 18th! You'll love it!

Jag laddade upp ett foto jag gillar på My Heritage och fick först veta att foto jag valt inte accepterats - jag lutade på huvudet på fotot. Ett nytt foto - fick veta att jag liknade Alyson Hannigan - och vem är det?

Googlade och såg att hon är skådis och var med i en TV-serie som hette Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Den har jag inte sett - men hon var ju söt. Fast om vi är så lika vet jag inte. Enligt My Heritage ska vi vara lika till 76%. Jag har höga - mycket höga kindknotor - det har inte hon.

Julianne Moore är jag också lik till 76% - och vem är det? Har de inga riktiga kändisar i arkivet? Aha hon var med i Short Cuts och Magnolia - ja men nu känner jag igen henne.

Hon är inte bara söt - hon verkar vara en ok skådis också. Fast det säger ju inget om mig som människa. Dessutom tycker jag inte att jag är lik henne heller, trots att hon har höga kindknotor.

Provade igen - Shahid Kapoor - manlig bollywoodskådespelare... Jag ger upp. Eller inte - en chans till...

Audry Tautou - yes! Som spelade Amelie från Montmartre - jag är inte särskilt lik henne heller - men hon är skitsöt och jag älskar den filmen. Så nu ska jag inbilla mig att jag är lik henne och låtsas att jag är Amelie som går runt och gör folk glada och att jag har mystiska lekar för mig och så ska jag träffa en dödligt snygg kille som sparar på passfoton, jobbar i sexleksaksbutik och på tivoli - men jag är för blyg för att riktigt presentera mig - livet har äntligen fått en mening...

Jag funderar på vad ansiktsigenkänningen går på. Näsan kanske - för den är rätt lik min. Juilane Moores näsa också - men inte Alyson Hannigans näsa. Audry Tautous haka är rätt lik min. Bestämd haka kallades det för när jag var barn.

Nåja - de är ju rätt söta allihop - så jag får väl vara nöjd. Min äldste son var lik Laura Bush - det var inte lika roligt - för honom. Men jag skrattade skadeglatt tills jag insåg att han ärvt något av utseendet från mig - vilket alltså betyder att jag också är lik Laura Bush. Jag tror vi provar ett nytt foto.

Han är lik Matt Stone - som gör South Park - och det stämmer - han är skrämmande lik Matt Stone - både till utseende och humor. Tur för sonen att jag också gillar South Park... Annars skulle han vara tvungen att göra en ansiktsoperation. Det hade varit fallet om han istället liknat George Bush...

Provar dottern. Karolina Kurkova - tjeckisk fotomodell. Hm - vet inte. Dakota Fanning - barnskådis - ja mer lik henne isåfall.

Kate Bosworth (ingen jag kände till men jag googlade) - ja men henne är hon rätt lik.

Fast egentligen tycker jag att min dotter liknar Julia Roberts rätt mycket.

Provar yngste sonen - Ashley Olsen (ytterligare en för mig okänd person som måste googlas) - hm - kanske.

Och hon liknar Helena af Sandeberg - och Helena liknar min yngste son - vilket är bra - eftersom hon spelar hans mamma i en film som kommer till hösten...

Men jag tycker min son är lik Macaulay Culkin från "Ensam hemma" (ja, jag fick googla fram det namnet också - jag känner bara till verkliga kändisar och riktiga skådespelare - som Monica Zetterlund och Gösta Ekman, Margareta Krook och Ernst-Hugo Järegård...).

Vem anser My Heriage att du är lik? Stämmer det? Glöm inte att morfa fotot - det är kul.

I wcale mu się nie dziwię. Ten film jest rzeczywiście strasznie trudny do wytrzymania, wzbudza całą górę negatywnych emocji (z których zastanawianie się, którym kapciem walnąć w ekran, jest taką prawie pozytywną) ale... niezły. Macaulay Culkin wkurza maksymalnie, co udowadnia, że jest naprawdę przyzwoitym aktorem. Pomysł na przyjęcie takiej roli jest wręcz idealny: nie ma chyba lepszego sposobu na rozbicie dziecięcego image'u niż zagranie młodego homoseksualnego freaka, zaćpanego o każdej porze doby a zarazem mordercy. Grana przez niego postać jest tak odrażająca, że aż fascynująca a jego anielskie loczki i chłopięcy (mocno pedofilny miejscami) urok idealnie dopełniają wizję "szatana":

W warstwie wizualnej ten film jest wystylizowany na maksymalny kicz. Ponieważ jednak przykrywa on wyjątkowo paskudną fabułę, zabieg pozostawia zamęt w głowie. Z jednej strony "Party monster" jest czymś w rodzaju kolejnego pomnika rozrywki (tak jak "Kabaret" upamiętniał przedwojenny Berlin, "Klub 54" Nowy Jork lat 70.) czy może raczej próbą upchnięcia lat 80. w ramy pewnego obrazu. Z drugiej jest ostrzeżeniem. Obraz to bowiem przykry i smutny: nie ma już niezobowiązującej rozrywki, uczestnicy tego światka mają w nocy ten sam wyścig szczurów co za dnia, te same dragi, tę samą samotność i pustkę.
"Party monster" ostrzega, że wir ulotnych przyjemności sprowadza na manowce, że kolorowa wizja po E czy K to oszustwo. Nic odkrywczego, ale zrobione bardzo przekonująco (nudności w trakcie oglądania gratis). Budzisz się po kolejnej przećpanej nocy i - wot, siurpryza - jesteś skacowany, starszy, ze zmarszczkami pod oczami, pustką w portfelu i zerem szans na przyszłość, poza kolejną działką rzecz jasna. Stając się częścią blichtru nie tylko tracisz szansę bycia czymś więcej niż elementem tegoż blichtru, ale również szansę wydobycia się z niego. Wysoce przygnębiający przekaz.

O ile jednak bohaterowie "Party monstera" mogą mieć jeszcze nadzieję, że Nowy Jork - i szerzej, świat - nie musi być dołujący i smutny, to my już niestety takiego luksusu nie mamy. W końcu widzieliśmy już "Shortbusa", kolejny pomnik, tym razem upamiętniający wszechogarniającą samotność i społeczną alienację pierwszej dekady XXI wieku.
Kino gejowskie wyraźnie zaczęło odbierać i przetwarzać mnóstwo negatywnych impulsów ze świata zewnętrznego. A może po prostu odważa się już - wreszcie! - mówić do gejów zamiast o gejach? Jeśli tak, to ja jestem za. Ale mogliby wymyślić jakąś naklejkę typu "Old-queer care required", żeby początkujących kinematograficznie nie wdeptywać bez ostrzeżenia w ziemię.

Fenton Bailey, Randy Barbato, "Party Monster", 2003

PS. Oglądając "Party monstera" pięć lat po premierze wreszcie widać, z czego czerpie dzisiejsza moda vintage. I dlaczego jej nie lubię. :-)

Ok, last night I didn't have any screengrab material to present during the post-analysis of Bush's last SOTUA. But today, aha, I have found a few up my sleeve to share with you.

Now, Mebz and ACAnderfan are having this discussion in the comments section of yesterday's post about the lighting and position of camera on Anderson Cooper during the airing of last night's AC360. Personally, I don't see what the fuss is all about. Here he is discussing the SOTUA:

To me, he looks like he always does. Granted, though, I am not as a devout Anderfan as others are, so perhaps I don't notice the subtleties as much as those who tune in to him on a regular basis.

This is just IMHO, but Anderson always reminds me of what I think this movie star will look like when he is 40:

Yup. Mr "Home Alone" himself. Please, no virtual tomato-throwing if you disagree with me. Just putting my thoughts out there.

In one of their past posts, All Things Anderson wrote about which celebrities they think CNN anchors and reporters look like, and Anderson was compared to Kermit the frog. Granted, there were similarities in the picture they used, but for a non-muppet, I think that Macaulay comes in pretty close, don't you think?

I also happen to think that in some of Anderson's younger pictures (ie from when he was hosting Channel One) he looks like a young Andrew McCarthy.

I've stated before and I'll say it again, I think John looks like Brendan Fraser. I think this similarity is moreso, when John was younger:

Take care everyone and I look forward to our contributors' posts later on this week!

-Millie

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He's best known as the resourceful kid from the Home Alone movies.

The now 27 year old actor will be in theaters again in February and he ain't home alone any more.

The movie is Sex and Breakfast.  He and his costar Alexis Dziena are having problems in their relationship so they resort to group sex to fix things.

I'm not sure why actors who have been child stars find it necessary to do completely radical things to dispel that goody goody image.

I mean, look at the lengths former Mouseketeer Britney Spears has gone to.

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