While listening to Pandora today, a song called "Funk This" came on. The band has the greatest name I have ever come across: Mr. 611 Funkyshit and the Stickdicks. They are not listen in the AllMusic Guide, and a Google search revealed very little about them. Anyone ever heard of them or have more info? I'm not that big into the song, but I find them fascinating...

Wow, the uncensored trailer for Basic Instinct 2 is pretty raunchy. So much so, that I think it has saved me from actually having to sit through the entire movie. All the good stuff is right here.

On a related note, I was shown the original Basic Instinct at summer camp when I was 13 years old. For some reason, I decided to share the news with my parents the following day, who called the camp director and really tore into him. The director complained to my counselors, who then complained to me for being a tattle-tale. And that was the end of any porn-esque movies shown to us that summer.
You can imagine how well that went over with my bunkmates.

Yes, that's Melinda from Real World: Austin. She gets even more drunk, and more naked, here.
And then here.
And finally here.

Where the Wild Things Are Now
Guys, get ready for more swimming pool lesbian make-out scenes.

And ladies, get ready for more shots of Kevin Bacon's penis.

Rubik's Cubes always used to make me feel like an idiot. I could never solve them ever. But that is a problem no more!
(Thanks Jen)

This idea for a spoof version of 24 is intriguing on so many levels. But I'd really love to see the musical version. Imagine hearing the "beep... beep... beep... beep" sung in 4-part harmony!

So I'm pretty sure that I'm a jinx to New York City. The following things have happened in the less-than-5 years since I've moved here:
- The 9/11 terrorist attacks
- The 2003 blackout
- The largest snowstorm in NYC history
- The 2005 transit strike
- The Yankees have not won a World Series, but the Boston Red Sox have
- No other professional New York sports team has won a title
- Increase in subway fare
- Increase in cab fare
- Sky-high real-estate prices
- CBGB's loses its lease

I'm sorry!

Update: After some discussion with Lindsay, apparently I have also jinxed South Florida, which endured Hurricane Andrew, the 2000 election debacle, the Challenger disaster, and the exponential growth of old people during my residency there.
Beware the next place I move...

Apparently sportscasting is harder than it looks. Or maybe this kid is just an asshole.

TRL Moment of the Week
Here is a transcript from Monday's show, in our News wrap-up (after we covered the shooting at the Busta Rhymes video and the premiere of Get This Party Started)
NewsGuyGideon: And that's all for now.
VJSusie: Great job Gideon. Great news… great news.
NewsGuyGideon (uncomfortably looking at his feet): Well, except for the piece on Busta.
VJSusie (laughing, not having heard him): Haha! Thanks Gideon.

This is pretty ridiculous... in doing research on Paul Walker for his TRL appearance next week, I stumbled upon this game for his new movie Running Scared. It's a full game in which, as Paul's character, you drive around and kill people, except for the round where you go home and eat out your wife until she orgasms. Yes, and this is on New Line Cinema's official site for the movie. You can access it by going here, clicking on Play Mature Levels, registering for the age verification (make sure pop-up blocker is turned off), then entering the cheat code YUGORSKY (I have no idea what that means). Once the game starts, drive in the direction of the pointing red arrow until you get home... and that's where the fun* really begins.
Unfortunately, the chances of us being able to ask him about this on the air are probably less than nil.

* Note: I've played the game, and it's pretty easy to bring her to climax... much easier than with a real woman... although it's also less fun.

Today only, the British site Holy Moly is streaming the new Madonna video, "Sorry." It's basically the same exact song and concept as "Hung Up," only not as good and taking place in a roller-rink and some sort of hooker van. You can see it here (but you have to register).

Well I've been had. The Journey reunion at the Grammys never happened. I should have instead reported on Paul McCartney playing with Jay-Z & Linkin Park, which I also knew about from my insider. But no... I went with the Journey story, and now I seem like I'm full of shit. Plus I think that the Q104 e-mail is the same one I received 11 months ago... it would make sense, as they had a presale for Def Leppard's summer concert with Bryan Adams and it mentions Steve Winwood's concert at the Beacon, which took place last Spring. So it's doubtful that tour will happen, at least in the near future. My readers will never believe another thing I write.
On a related note, I heard that George Lucas is releasing a special edition DVD of Howard the Duck, in which he's adding 25 minutes of never-before-seen footage and replacing Howard with a competer-animated one. Can't wait...

Open Arms-egeddon It
So I just heard a pretty exciting tour rumor (at least I think it's pretty exciting... feel free to disagree, and I know a lot of you will): Def Leppard and Journey touring together. I can't find anything confirmed, but I got an e-mail from Q104 with a link to a Def Leppard presale page. Unfortunately when you go to that page, you get an error message. I checked the Def Leppard official site, which has nothing in the tour section but does have rumblings in the message board. Ditto the Journey official site, although their message board seems more confident.
More on this developing story as I get it.

*Update: I just heard from an inside source that Steve Perry will be reuniting with Journey at the Grammys tonight. That's good news, especially if it means he'll sign on for the above tour.

Yesterday my boss started cleaning out his office and gave me this unwanted Audiotronic Robocop doll. From Robocop 3 (the PG-13 one that I never saw). It says things like "Drugs are trouble!" or at least it would if the battery hadn't died. The battery in the gun still works, however. I wonder if there's any way to replace the doll's battery without taking it out of the box. It's a collectible, after all (although when first informed that it might be worth money, my boss tried to take it back and I refused... he gave up when I showed him this expired eBay auction in which it didn't get a single bid at $1.00).
The sad thing is, there's no room for this on my desk given all the other toy clutter I've accumulated from co-workers, including a Crocodile Hunter jeep (complete with crocodile, snakes, and the hunter himself), a laughing Nemo (that doesn't laugh anymore), DJ Scribble's Spinheads, a bottle of I Bet You Will champagne, Avril Lavigne's high school photos, a "Happy Light Year" ALF sticker, and other assorted junk. At the moment it's sitting on the ground behind my door. But I will hold onto it.

So I'm not sure which makes a stranger pair: Tommy Lee & Dennis Quaid, or Tommy Lee and Nina Arsenault (Canada's most famous transsexual)

As the internet is all abuzz about Brokeback to the Future, here's another recut trailer to check out: Cabin Fever (crossed with Terms of Endearment).

Quick thoughts on last night's Super Bowl:
- Fairly boring game, but congrats to the Steelers. They definitely deserved it.
- Karma is a bitch. I had drafted Josh Brown in my fantasy football league, only to waive him after a bad couple weeks to start the season. Then last night he misses a field goal to end the first half, which had he made it would have won me $100 in my Super Bowl pool.
- The Rolling Stones performance was an abomination. Why was Mick Jagger singing like Tweety Bird ("cwy" instead of "cry")? Next year they should take a page from The Simpsons and book Hooray for Everything's "salute to the greatest hemisphere on earth, the Western Hemisphere! The dancingest hemisphere of all!"
- Commercials were very weak. I think my favorite was the one where the doctors kill the fly with the defibrillator. Most appalling was the "Addicted to Lost" promo. To change the words to that classic song, especially after Robert Palmer's death, is practically sacrilegious. For shame, ABC.
- If The Bus retires, it's great that he goes out as Super Bowl champ. Pity, though, that he couldn't score on those two goal-line runs.
- For much more interesting Super Bowl blogging than mine, check Chuck Klosterman's Page 2 diary.

Another Resident of the TRL Graveyard
Thursday we had Nick Cannon on the show to promote the new season of Wild 'N Out. We played the game he does on the show where he has to keep a mouth full of water while the other team tries to make him laugh. Every time he spits out water, you get a point. We used a teenage juggler / comedian, who (not surprisingly) did not make him laugh.
I'm not sure what they call this stunt on the show. We called it Spit It Out. I had pitched Spits & Giggles. But got shot down. Oh well.

Everyone remembers the recut trailer for The Shining and the many that followed... well, there's a new one, showing Sleepless in Seattle as a thriller. And it's really good.

You can check out a bunch (if not all) of the short films that played at Sundance on their website. I've only watched a few so far, but here are some of my favorites are:
-The Pity Card (directed by Bob Odenkirk, about the effects of a guy taking a date to the Holocaust Museum)
-Robin's Big Date (starring Sam Rockwell as Batman and Justin Long as Robin)
-Ha Ha Ha America (don't even know how to describe this)

For some reason, a lot of people find my site when they search for Jodie Sweetin, even though I can't recall ever posting about her. But today I will, since it turns out she's a recovering crystal meth addict! Who woulda thunk it?

P.S. When I think about that intervention, all I can picture is Dave Coulier saying "Come on Jodie, CUT... IT... OUT!" (and doing that stupid hand motion he does when he says that)

I'm definitely going to hell for laughing at this. But you'll join me down there.

Americans are addicted to oil, according to President Bush's speech last night. Scottish people are addicted to heroin, according to this article about an 11-year-old girl in Scotland who overdosed at her school last week. I can't decide which is worse.

The caption says it all...

Today's post will be in my amazing Scottish brogue:
Back in the US and totally knackered… I could definitely use a full day of sleep. Had an absolutely brilliant time though. It was great catching up with all my mates over there, even for such a short time. It felt a wee bit odd being back there after 5 years, but soon I felt right at home. Lots of talk about music (mostly British, like Arctic Monkeys) and TV (mostly British too, like Celebrity Big Brother), but I got by. Everyone is doing well… some are still in uni, some have jobs, and some are on the dole… but they all seem happy. I'd forgotten just how much everyone eats and drinks over there… I must've averaged well over a pint of lager per waking hour. I also had my first Sunday Roast, which consists of a whole roast chicken, sausage wrapped in bacon, 3 kinds of potatoes, 4 kids of veggies, stuffing balls, 3 types of pie, ice cream, and more. In fact, I'd say that almost all of my meals contained at least some combination of bacon and sausage, especially the eagerly-anticipated Scooby Snack (cheeseburger, 2 fried eggs, bacon, sausage, & potato scone, available only from midnight to 6am). Bloody amazing.
Em, well I need to head to my flat and maybe grab a power hour… or just sleep straight through until morning.

Sorry for the lack of posts lately, but I've been pretty swamped at work... and now I'm off to Scotland until Monday night. No posts from there, as I'll probably spend the whole time there shit-faced (or, as they say there, pissed).

But before I go... I would totally kick ass at this show!

NBC-Ya
So Will & Grace is finally leaving the airwaves at the end of the season. Now word comes that The West Wing will be gone too. What's next? Hopefully SNL. I know it's the hip thing to do to badmouth it lately, but last weekend's show was such a trainwreck, I don't even know where to begin. Every single sketch could be boiled down to a single joke: pirates like Sarsgaard cause they say "argh." Shattered Glass at a cat magazine (um, isn't that parody like 3 years late? I guess it's better than when about a month ago they finally took a jab at Glengarry Glen Ross 13 years after the fact). Shopping at Target sucks (is that even a joke to begin with?). Aside from the Gore / Kerry Weekend Update bit (which was actually amusing), and the first line of the Sarsgaard SARS Guard in which he calls himself "critically acknowledged," the only time I laughed was at how badly the hotel scene got screwed up when Peter broke the TV. Watching them figure out how to continue the sketch without showing the TV screen… and without showing the tech person crawling under the camera… now that's comedy.
Seriously, let's put this show out of its misery. It's just too painful.

TRL Moment of the Week
For Spankin New Music Week Rock, we asked our guests before the show to name their favorite rock video of all time. The plan was to then ask them on the air and roll some of their pick. We got the same answer Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday: GnR, "November Rain."
Sweet!
Unfortunately, clearance problems prevented us from showing that, or any other GnR video.
Not sweet.
But it's only a matter of time before the demand becomes too great and we're forced to show GnR videos on TRL. And I can't wait!

Keeping my geek streak alive today, anyone with fond memories of playing hours worth of Mike Tyson's Punch Out will enjoy this.

I know this is a few days late, but... I watched the series premiere of Love Monkey the other night. Even though I dislike Tom Cavanagh, and even though the previews looked terrible, I gave it a shot. And it was surprisingly watchable and occasionally amusing (except for the ridiculous forced "guy talk").
However, I just have to point out that "Essential Bob Dylan" does not have every song he ever recorded... it is a 30-track greatest-hits album. I know I'm being nitpicky, but for a show that's about the music industry and striving to be credible, they can do better than that. Hell, make up a fake compilation if you have to. Not that anybody should believe that Dylan's entire catalog can fit into a 2-disc set...
Yes, I know I've sunk to a new level of music geekdom. And I'm not even that big a Dylan fan!

MTA, I'm sick of riding subways at night* that have to crawl through tunnels at like 4 mph even though there is no traffic in front of them, simply because your workers won't move off the tracks. Yes, I know they have important maintenance work to do. But when they hear the horn blare, clear a path. Is it so hard to take 3 steps to the side so the train can get past? If they're too slow or stupid to get out of the way of a giant fucking train, then maybe they deserve to get run over.
And hiring conductors who try to be cutesy by saying "Good morning, good morning, good morning… oh, and did I say good morning?" does not make it better.

* Note: I am prone to cut them more slack when this happens at 3 in the morning, but not at 9pm, which is still prime-time for subway travel.

Axl Rose made a rare public statement to Rolling Stone regarding the long-awaited Chinese Democracy album. He says, "People will hear music this year."

Unfortunately, he doesn't say it will be new material from Guns N Roses.

But at least he's making an effort. And the goatee draws some attention away from the cornrows.

Who cares about watching the stupid Olympic Torch being lit when instead you could be tuning in to what could be (but hopefully are not) the final 4 episodes of Arrested Development ever?

It's been many years since I've laughed at a good Blonde Joke (probably not since I heard "What happened when the blonde tried to use a vibrator? She chipped her tooth" back in middle school), but I laughed at this one.

Wow, Fiona Apple and Zach Galifianakis sure make strange bedfellows. See for yourself in her new video, "Not About Love."

The good news this weekend is that all 4 football teams I rooted for won. Now if only both underdogs can prevail next Sunday, we'll have a Panthers vs. Steelers SuperBowl that only I will be excited for (although I wouldn't be particularly upset if the Broncos make it either).

The bad news this weekend is that the bagel place downstairs from me, where I've eaten countless bacon egg & cheeses was temporarily shut down by the health department. Lord knows what's living inside my stomach...

TRL Moment of the Week
On Tuesday, LL Cool J dropped by to promote his new movie Last Holiday. Since he began rapping when he was 9 years old, we brought in a 9-year-old rapper to show his skills to LL... an adorable rapper named Young Zay. Pretty impressive stuff for his young age, although I think he needs to harden up a bit. Here's my favorite line of his:
Don't gimme ya comb, cause you may have lice
And that ain't nice

Honorable Mention
Evangeline Lilly (who looks absolutely stunning in person) paid us a visit on Wednesday. In a Get-to-Know segment, we asked her what song reminded her of growing up. Her answer: The Damned, "Jet Boy, Jet Girl." She claims that her parents used to play it for her when she was a child. I'd never heard it before, and didn't recognize it even after she sang it to me backstage. But after finding the lyrics, I can guess that she must've had one fucked-up childhood.

As I had some free time at work, I decided to create a South Park version of myself. The resemblence is striking (excpet that my t-shirt should have the name of an 80s band on it).
You can do your own here.

Leave it Papa John's to improve on Domino's. Although I'm a big fan of the CinnaStix, this Cinna Swirl Sweetreat seems like a major upgrade. Just thinking about that and a large BBQ Chicken & Bacon pizza makes my cholesterol shoot through the roof.
I just wish it didn't look like it came from the center of a circle-jerk.

Ad As Hell (And Not Going To Take This Anymore)
There's an ad in today's AM New York for Metropolitan College of New York, with a middle-aged, successful-looking man smiling and saying "I want a college degree. I just don't want to take four years getting it."
Oh yeah? Well boo-hoo, you big baby. I want to be a millionaire. I just don't want to work for the money. But life usually isn't that easy, is it? Most times you have to put in effort to get what you want. It's called work ethic. Look into it.

Excellent news from my friend who had been stationed in Iraq:

Yes...
I've finally returned to the land of the living. Our advance unit arrived in GA on Tuesday and I've slept, spent, and drank my way to today. To all, my NEW cell is (***) ***-****...and I'm trying my best to get internet hooked up soon (I'm on a library comp w/ a 15 min time limit).
Other than that, just happy as hell to be back and sorry that I couldn't spend New Years with you guys. Thanks for all the greetings I didn't see until now...
Take care, I'll write you personally as soon as I get my computer running, and be patient....block leave will be here soon!
This computer says I have 2 minutes left, so I'll wrap it up and talk to you later....
Smiling widely,
K

Thus ends (at least temporarily) many many months of concern for his safety and well-being. I hope that anyone else who has friends or family serving overseas get to experience a similar sense of relief soon.

Warning to All Readers
If you're using a stapler, be careful that you DO NOT accidentally (or purposely) staple your finger. It stings like a bitch. And causes a blood blister.
I learned this the hard way yesterday.

That's it, I'm officially fed up with NFL announcers. These guys are so in love with the sound of their own voices, they hardly pay attention to what's happening on the field. Case in point: this weekend's (devastating) Tampa Bay loss against the Redskins. At one point in the second quarter, flags went flying after a play, and the refs called unsportsmanlike conduct on the Skins. The replays showed that TB's Michael Pittman got into an argument with Washington's Sean Taylor, and after a few seconds took a swing at Taylor. The announcers in the booth went nuts, saying that this is the worst officiating call they have ever seen, that Pittman is the one who should be penalized, that Taylor didn't do anything, that they hope this doesn't affect the outcome of the game, that they've never been more horrified in the history of the world EVER...
Um, excuse me? Did they not see the official standing right next to the players when it happened? Cause I'm sure he would call the penalty on the wrong person when he's watching the whole thing happen. Why don't these officials open their eyes instead of their mouths?
I told my roommate that Taylor must've said something really awful to instigate Pittman and cause the penalty. But the announcers just kept going for the next few minutes, even as Taylor was being escorted from the field. They then said how unfair it was for Taylor to be punished for this penalty, since it wasn't his fault. On and on and on...
Until they "received word from downstairs" that Taylor had spit in Pittman's face. Which, had they been listening, the official said when he announced the penalty in the first place. Then it was okay… and the announcers changed their tune to the point where they said that they'd slap someone who spit in their face too.
These guys have been getting worse and worse at not paying attention to the on-field action. I think from now on I'll watch the game on mute (and maybe pop in some GnR to get me pumped… yeah, that sounds good)

For anyone who's listened to a Fall Out Boy song and not understood a single word they're singing, you'll enjoy these videos:
- Sugar We're Going Down
- Dance, Dance

TRL Moment of the Week
VJDamien has been trying to get me to agree to see Eddie Money perform at B.B. Kings next month, which I finally agreed to. After telling him that I roped in another friend to join us, he hit me with this quote:
"I guess that makes 3 tickets to paradise!"
I wonder how long he'd been waiting to use line... it's a damn good line, though.

Usually I hate these stupid flash cartoons, but this one manages to cram just about every random pop culture reference that I love into one song... if only they'd added Patrick Bateman, it'd be perfect.

The Sports Guy always writes quality columns, but his latest is particularly funny... even if you could care less about college football.

Has Mel Gibson officially lost it? I thought so when I saw the trailer for Apocalypto... and now I think so even more when I heard about this hidden frame of himself he inserted into the preview.
Although it may be the most entertaining thing he's done in years.

Virgin Radio has revealed its list of the Top 500 Songs of All Time. Some odd, typically-British choices (Robbie Williams and James Blunt both in the top 10?). Also, it is drastically different from Rolling Stone's list... but to each his own, I guess.

Fantastically funny Op-Ed piece in Sunday's New York Times by Larry David. Since the site requires registration, I'll just post it here:

Cowboys Are My Weakness
By LARRY DAVID
SOMEBODY had to write this, and it might as well be me. I haven't seen "Brokeback Mountain," nor do I have any intention of seeing it. In fact, cowboys would have to lasso me, drag me into the theater and tie me to the seat, and even then I would make every effort to close my eyes and cover my ears.
And I love gay people. Hey, I've got gay acquaintances. Good acquaintances, who know they can call me anytime if they had my phone number. I'm for gay marriage, gay divorce, gay this and gay that. I just don't want to watch two straight men, alone on the prairie, fall in love and kiss and hug and hold hands and whatnot. That's all.
Is that so terrible? Does that mean I'm homophobic? And if I am, well, then that's too bad. Because you can call me any name you want, but I'm still not going to that movie.
To my surprise, I have some straight friends who've not only seen the movie but liked it. "One of the best love stories ever," one gushed. Another went on, "Oh, my God, you completely forget that it's two men. You in particular will love it."
"Why me?"
"You just will, trust me."
But I don't trust him. If two cowboys, male icons who are 100 percent all-man, can succumb, what chance to do I have, half- to a quarter of a man, depending on whom I'm with at the time? I'm a very susceptible person, easily influenced, a natural-born follower with no sales-resistance. When I walk into a store, clerks wrestle one another trying to get to me first. My wife won't let me watch infomercials because of all the junk I've ordered that's now piled up in the garage. My medicine cabinet is filled with vitamins and bald cures.
So who's to say I won't become enamored with the whole gay business? Let's face it, there is some appeal there. I know I've always gotten along great with men. I never once paced in my room rehearsing what to say before asking a guy if he wanted to go to the movies. And I generally don't pay for men, which of course is their most appealing attribute.
And gay guys always seem like they're having a great time. At the Christmas party I went to, they were the only ones who sang. Boy that looked like fun. I would love to sing, but this weighty, self-conscious heterosexuality I'm saddled with won't permit it.
I just know if I saw that movie, the voice inside my head that delights in torturing me would have a field day. "You like those cowboys, don't you? They're kind of cute. Go ahead, admit it, they're cute. You can't fool me, gay man. Go ahead, stop fighting it. You're gay! You're gay!"
Not that there's anything wrong with it.

Was last night the final episode of Arrested Development? If so, it went out on a great note. Way for the writers to get in some digs at Fox and viewers for such poor treatment of the show. Here's hoping it lives on, somehow, some way...

And keep an eye out here for ways to save it.

Sorry my first post of 2006 was so angry and bitter. I'll back up a bit and discuss my NYE plans: floor-producing MTV's New Year of Music. My first time working the show, and it was surprisingly fun and non-stressful.


Around 9pm, the VJ's (plus special co-host Stephen from Laguna Beach) and I headed outside to tape the intro for the show. Unfortunately, just as we were ready to roll, P.O.D. started performing for one of the other shows shooting in Times Square. And we had to wait for them to finish to avoid having that horrific music in the background.

This is after P.O.D. launched into their 3rd song. You can see VJSusie and VJLaLa starting to get annoyed. Fortunately for us, P.O.D. is short on hits and soon thereafter ran out of songs to play.

Although I would never want to be one of the half-million jerkoffs standing in Times Square all night, it was actually pretty cool being able to walk past them and hang out above them. According to the cops, once the people on the street are placed into a particular section, they cannot leave at all. The crowd began to form in full force around 3pm. What do they do for food? And, more importantly, when they have to go to the bathroom?

Of the musical guests, I spent the most time with Fall Out Boy. They have a problem with cursing, so I had to constantly hold up a cue card saying "Don't Forget - No Swearing!" whenever they were on the air. They had a great time... although I'm sure they didn't appreciate Nelly calling them "The Fall Out Boys."

Overall, a memorable way to ring in the New Year. I hope everyone else enjoyed their celebrations. Best to you all this year!

Soy Un Perdedor
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After making it all the way to the end of my NFL Suicide Pool, I put all my faith in Drew Bledsoe and the Dallas Cowboys for Week 17.
And boy, did I choose poorly. (Ben, you were right)
So not only did I have to wait while everyone else picked correctly earlier in the day (3 people had Pittsburgh, and 1 won with San Francisco of all teams), but after waiting for the very last game of the regular season, I watched the Cowboys self-destruct against a pathetic Rams team. 20-10, final score. And that's it for me (and the one other moron who also went with Dallas). Instead of sharing in the $6,000 pot, I'm simply out $150.
But almost worse than the loss (emphasis on the word almost) is that I had to sit through ESPN's coverage of the game. Never have I been more annoyed by commentators. Since it was the last of ESPN's Sunday night games (starting next season they'll show Monday Night Football instead), the commentators had their noses up each other's asses the entire 3+ hours, saying how much fun they've had over the past 19 years, how much they love each other, how much they'll miss each other... I wanted to vomit. It was as if they weren't even there to cover the game. Who do they think they are? This is not the end of some grand cultural institution. Get over yourselves! At one point in the 2nd quarter, Pat Sommerall joined them in the booth to reminisce. Which they did for a good 5 minutes, not once commenting on the action happening on the field, which included one of the longest punts I've ever witnessed being called back on a penalty and a beautiful-looking catch being ruled an incompletion. In ignoring their actual duties, they basically revealed that their job is pointless. Guess we don't need commentators at all. Good riddance to ESPN's Sunday Night Football.
To sum up: I'm a loser baby.
So why don't you kill me?
Please?!?

P.S. On a lighter football note, I finally tracked down the clip from last week of the jackass Cleveland Browns fan running onto the field only to get bodyslammed by a Pittsburgh Steeler. And in doing so, I discovered an amazing sports blog. This will definitely cut into my downtime at work.

So I'm in the office, killing time until a 2pm script read-through for MTV's NYE show. I'm trying to figure out who to pick for the final week of my NFL Suicide Pool*. Yes, I've made it all the way to week 17. Unfortunately, so have 5 other people. This is the first time in the history of the pool that there may not (and probably will not) have a sole winner. I have it narrowed down to either the Cowboys at home against the Rams or the Giants on the road against Oakland. The Giants have already guaranteed a playoff spot, can win the division with a win, are playing a Raiders team sitting out LaMont Jordan, are sitting Jeremy Shockey, and stink on the road. The Cowboys may be eliminated from playoff contention by the time their game starts and could have nothing to play for, Bledsoe makes too many mistakes, you never know when the Rams will explode for 40 points, but they should win this game easily.
If I make it all the way to the end only to lose in the last week (especially after surviving last week's Tampa Bay overtime scare against Atlanta), giving up my share of the $6,000 pot, I don't know what I'll do. But if there are no posts from me in 2006, you can assume I chose poorly this weekend and decided to end my time on this earth.

Happy New Year, everyone!

* For those who don't know, in a Suicide Pool you pick 1 team each week. If that team wins, you advance to the next week. Lose or tie, and you are eliminated. You can only pick the same team once a season. Last person standing wins.

O'Brien + O'Donnell = O'Boy
Time Out New York calls this splice of Pat O'Brien's cell-phone message with Rosie O'Donnell from Riding the Bus with My Sister the "Flat-Out Funniest Thing of the Year." I don't know that I would go that far, but it's pretty amusing.

Are you a New Yorker without any plans for New Year's Eve? Why not spend it at Mars 2112... with Wes and Johanna from Real World: Austin?

Well, there's actually many reasons why not to... but I won't judge you if you go.

While reading the latest issue of Rolling Stone, which lists the 100 Worst Movies of 2005, I decided to count the number of those movies I was forced to see because of my job. The winning number? 23. True, that's not a huge percentage, especially since I also went to screenings of 4 of the 10 (which was actually 11) Best Movies of 2005. But it's still approximately 23 more of the worst movies than I would've wanted to see.
My boredom today caused me to count up all the movies I had to see screenings of this year, and the list came to a whopping 44. They are listed alphabetically below, and I've color-coded them thusly:
Green = I would've paid money to see it
Yellow = I would've been annoyed to pay money to see it
Red = I should've been paid more to see it

40-Year-Old Virgin
Aeon Flux
Assault on Precinct 13
Bad News Bears
Be Cool
Brokeback Mountain
Coach Carter
Constantine
Crash
Cursed
Dark Water
Derailed
Doom
Elizabethtown
Fantastic Four
First Descent
Flightplan
Four Brothers
Get Rich or Die Tryin
Hostage
House of Wax
Island
Jarhead
King Kong
Kingdom of Heaven
Longest Yard
A Lot Like Love
The Man
Memoirs of a Geisha
Miss Congeniality 2
Murderball
North Country
Red Eye
Rent
The Ringer
Rize
Robots
Sin City
Skeleton Key
Son of the Mask
Star Wars Episode 3
War of the Worlds
Wedding Crashers
Wedding Date

Sure is a shitload of red, isn't there?

After the yearly barrage of holiday music overtaking radio stations, I've come to the scientific conculsion that the best Christmas pop song of all time is The Kinks, "Father Christmas."

The worst: Jet, "Back Door Santa." Really now, that's just not necessary.

Well, the holidays are upon us, and that means that it's time to relax. Yesterday TRL taped its last show of 2005, and as our end-of-year gift, our bosses gave the staff the day off... which was fine, except that somehow I got suckered into going to a 10am screening of Glory Road. If you recall how much I hated Coach Carter, this is practically the same movie, only slightly improved. But not much. No work Monday, and probably not much to do Tuesday and Wednesday, then a half-day Thursday and no work Friday. Not a bad way to end the year.
It's hard to believe that the start of 2006 will mark my two-year anniversary at TRL. I'm not saying I don't like my job (I do... great co-workers, not too stressful, oftentimes fun). It just sometimes feels like my life is blowing by too quickly without me really doing what I want to be doing. I may have to reevaluate some things next year. But I'll wait until after the holidays for that.
For now, Merry X-mas / Happy Hanukkah to all my readers... maybe I'll catch you out tomorrow night celebrating Jewish X-mas (I'll be seeing Munich and eating Chinese food on the Upper West Side).

Thanks to my friend over at CtBL for introducing me to Latke Larry. That Jerry Stiller sure has the voice of an angel!

Shaven, Not Stirred
I'm surprised I haven't seen more people link to this photo... although I guess Eliza Dushku really isn't such a big deal. Sorry the picture is so large... but scroll to her waist for a big surprise.
And if you can, answer these questions for me:
- Why would anyone design a dress like that?
- Why would anyone buy a dress like that?
- Why would anyone wear a dress like that without anything underneath?

I know this is fake, but it also is enough to ensure that I will never be a camera operator on a porn film.

Note to my friend S___: the next time you throw a house-warming party, and you use your bedroom as a place for people to put their coats, you might want to reconsider having a bedspread with a cartoon horse on it. In fact, as a 26-year-old male, you should probably do away with it altogether.
And no, the excuse that your mom got it for you does not make it any more acceptable.

My roommate's annoying mother is in town again... for 2 weeks! Fortunately she's not staying with us, but she sure hangs out enough at our apartment. She walked in on Saturday as I was watching the Giants / Chiefs game... here's a sampling of her words of wisdom in the 20 minutes before I turned the TV off and retreated to my bedroom:
- (in reference to a player being penalized for taunting) "Taunting"? I always thought it was "tauning."
-(in reference to the same penalty) I wonder what he said. Probably "your mother."
-It's a good thing my cyst cleared up.
-Don't you think my Davey (my roommate) looks handsome in turquoise?
-(in reference to John Madden) Wow, he sure is fat!
-Well, I guess I'll take off. (she stayed for another 10 minutes)
-Don't you think Joaquin Phoenix sings better than the real Johnny Cash?

TRL Moment of the Week
Who are these animals who were standing out in the pit before Tuesday's show, and where did they come from? Are they fans of Ludacris and his DTP crew? And why is there a random guy without a costume mixed in with them? These are questions that, unfortunately, will never get answered.

P.S. Sorry this is late, and that there's been a lack of posts over the last few days... but I've been smacked by a fever and debilitating headache. Just in time for the holiday season.

So I'm probably the last person in the blogosphere to see the video of the bear getting shot by a tranquilizer and falling out of the tree onto the trampoline... but in case I'm not, here it is.

After seeing the nominations for this year's Golden Globe awards, something struck me as I looked over the nominees for Best Song: why don't artists actually sing about specific movies anymore? In the 80s, almost every song contained lyrics referencing the movies they were used in. Off the top of my head:
- "Howard the Duck" by the Bangles
- "Goonies R Good Enough" by Cyndi Lauper
- "Ghostbusters" by Ray Parker Jr.
- "On Our Own" by Bobby Brown (from Ghostbusters 2)
- "Princes of the Universe" and "Who Wants to Live Forever" by Queen (from Highlander)
- "Batdance" by Prince
Artists these days put in no actual effort… they simply provide leftover songs previously recorded. And it makes me sad. I long for the glory days of 80s soundtracks.

Did the chest-waxing scene in 40-Year-Old Virgin make you cringe? Then you're not gonna like this contest finding the hairiest chest in America...

I'm getting pretty tired of going to concerts and having people behind me complain that I'm too tall. Yes, I'm 6'3". No, there's nothing I can do about that. But if you're stuck behind me and can't see the stage, you're out of your mind if you think I'm gonna give up my spot for you. You should've averted the problem and gotten there earlier. Or, even better, you can step 4 inches to the left or right so that I'm not blocking you.
This is your problem, not mine. So leave me alone.

I think StileProject was right on when they named this woman Cameltoe of the Year. That thing looks like Audrey 2 with its mouth shut in Little Shop of Horrors.

And while we're on the subject, during Spamalot there is a moment where 7 members of the cast are trying to spell out "CAMELOT" with signs. They first spell "MOLECAT," then spell "CAMLTOE." When the 2nd spelling came up, the guy sitting right behind me (who had been silent up until that point) yells out "Cameltoe! Now that's funny!"
It is? Thanks for clearing that up, jackass. I never would've known. And I'm sure the cast and crew are ecstatic that a one single joke out of 2 hours struck your fancy. Now sit the fuck back and shut the fuck up.*

*Note: this marks the long-awaited return of Angry LastStop. Enjoy!

TRL Quote of the Week
"(indecipherable mumbling) fucking (indecipherable mumbling) balls!"
- Lindsay Lohan, our guest co-host on Tuesday, in reference to our using a lotto-ball machine to pick a winner for a giveaway. For some reason her microphone had been left on as she hung out backstage, thus broadcasting the comment for all the world to hear.

This Spike Jonze-directed Gap ad must've been a dream come true to shoot.

Being a big fan of Lost and an even bigger fan of Requiem for a Dream, this is a very enticing rumor. I just hope it's true.

A bluegrass CD of Def Leppard covers could be one of the worst ideas ever thought of... and yet, here it is.

Long Kong (Beware Spoilers!)
Last night I went to an advance screening of King Kong. Being a huge fan of the original, I was extremely hesitant with my expectations of the new film (especially hearing of its 3+ hour runtime). And after the (excruciating) first hour had come and gone (which definitely could've been boiled down to about 20 minutes), and they still hadn't reached Skull Island, I almost began to panic. But at about the hour-and-20-minute mark, the film kicked in. And never stopped. One jaw-dropping action sequence after another, including a Brontosaurus stampede, Kong taking on 3 T-Rexes, and a nice destruction of 1933 NYC. Plus the relationship between beauty and the beast is surprisingly heartfelt. More than one person left the theater misty-eyed.
The film does have its flaws: Jack Black is terribly miscast, it's definitely too long, a lot of special effects (especially when dealing with water) look fake, there's an annoying subplot with Jamie Bell as a stowaway who compares this trip to "Heart of Darkness," and a terrible inside joke about how Fay Wray isn't available for the movie-within-the-movie because she's filming a picture for RKO. But for at least 100 minutes, I was captivated.

I was not, however, captivated by Spamalot, which I saw on Sunday. Having waited for Hank Azaria to return to the cast, I'd heard nothing but raves about the show. And I love Monty Python & the Holy Grail. But half of the play is cut straight from the film (and the cast is not nearly as funny as the Pythons), and the new stuff is mostly filler and recycled jokes from other Python bits (such as the Lumberjack song and the fish-slapping sketch). With a few exceptions, the songs are instantly forgettable. The cast tries hard and mostly do well, especially David Hyde Pierce and Sara Ramirez. But it certainly doesn't live up to the hype.
Oh, and one more thing… to raise money for Broadway Cares: Equity Fights AIDS, Spamalot is holding a silent auction. High bidder gets Hank Azaria to record an outgoing voicemail message in the voice of any of his Simpsons characters. Minimum bid is $500. Anyone want to get me that as a gift?

For all you techies, The Office genius (and Extras bungler) Ricky Gervais has a weekly podcast. Get it here.

TRL Moment of the Week
Uh-oh, alert the FCC... on Monday, MTV News correspondent Gideon Yago gave a report on the Nick & Jessica divorce. He gave a brief history of the break-up rumors, including Joe Simpson's response to an US Weekly story, saying it's the "usual bulls@*t."
Which is how we posted the text during the story.
But that's not how Gideon read it.
And yet even as a wave of panic crossed his face and a ripple of disbelief ran through the audience, he didn't miss a beat and continued with the story.
Don't know how many complaints (if any) we received, but I'm glad he at least tried to spice up the show.

I Pity the Fool Who Don't Follow My Directions!
My infatuation with Mr. T continues with this news report... yes, you can practically have Mr. T in your car with you! What could be better?

Repent! The End Is Near!
I mean, I'm sure she is an expert on the subject...

Another disappointing e-mail (at least from my perspective) from my friend stationed in Iraq:

Wow...what a crazy past couple days. Life over here often changes in a heartbeat and that's exactly where I find myself right now. Most of you know how I've been wavering on the "getting out, staying in" question for the past six months, but yesterday I made it final. I just signed my life away for the next 5 years.
I know, why why why? Everybody I talk to can only tell me how much they want me to get out of the army. But I think that was the problem, I was listening to what they wanted me to do, rather than what I wanted to do. So, after a sleepless night, I walked into the re-up officer's office early yesterday morning, and committed the next half decade of my life to Uncle Sam. Wow...
Today was the swearing-in ceremony and I felt like I was in a coma, words came out of my mouth like somebody else was saying it. I heard this guy named _____ swear to protect his country, honor the constitution, and all that...just hard to believe that guy was me.
My plan is sound however, I charted out my career path which, if all goes well, will send me to Ranger school when I get back, and then have me going to Special Forces selection by the end of 2006. If I don't pass (but I will), my fall back is to go to warrant officer's school and learn to fly helicopters. Either way, I win. I like the army life...nowhere else can you focus so entirely on self-improvement, and I feel I still have a long way to go.
To me, life is about challenges. After meeting them and succeeding, you ramp up and find other peaks to summit. That's what this is all about...what are my limits? And there's no doubt the next 5 years will test just that. Most guys will tell you that after they re-up they feel like they just swallowed a lead weight, but I feel exactly the opposite. A little nervous perhaps, but excited to see what's around the corner...both body and mind are going to be pushed to the envelope and I can't wait to be there and see how I measure up.
What a crazy couple days... ;)
Stay cool and I'll talk to you soon.
-K

I really thought he had reached his breaking point with the Army, so hearing this is pretty disheartening. I hope that he is still planning on swinging through New York during his leave in January so I can ask for a better explanation. At least it sounds like his training will take him out of direct combat for a while, but the idea of him in the Special Forces worries me.
Bush, if you're reading this (and I'm sure you are), get the fucking troops out of fucking Iraq right fucking now!

The U.S. House of Representatives should follow in Idaho's footsteps and pay respect to Napoleon Dynamite. You can't argue with points such as:
- WHEREAS, Kip's relationship with LaFawnduh is a tribute to e-commerce and Idaho's technology-driven industry
- WHEREAS, Uncle Rico's football skills are a testament to Idaho athletics
- WHEREAS, Napoleon's bicycle and Kip's skateboard promote better air quality and carpooling as alternatives to fuel-dependent methods of transportation

Saw Ray Davies perform at the Supper Club last night... what a thrill to see such an accomplished musician perform in a small venue. He played quite a set, mixing new with old, hits with deep album cuts. He even performed a mini-Village Green Preservation Society set ("Village Green," "Johnny Thunder," and "Animal Farm"). Some of his new songs are good, but it's strange how 60's musicians who once wrote perfect 3-minute pop gems now feel the need to write songs that meander for 5-6 minutes (McCartney, I'm looking in your direction). Davies is a great showman, performing with non-stop energy, cracking jokes and telling stories between songs. He played for over 2 hours, including 2 encores packed with hits like "You Really Got Me," "Lola," and "Waterloo Sunset." As far as I know, this was his only U.S. concert of the year. But if he tours when his new album comes out, it would benefit you to see it.

Fans of Family Guy will find this interesting... creator Seth MacFarlane's student film Life of Larry, which eventually evolved into the current series. Same type of humor (some of these jokes even made it into episodes of Family Guy), but much crappier animation. For some reason it's broken up into 2 parts... watch here, then here.

What am I thankful for after this holiday weekend? Certainly not the cab ride home from the airport last night... 3 minutes in, an SUV cuts in front of the cab I'm in with my sister, causing our cab to slow down... he's then plowed into from a cab behind going about 40 MPH (the photo is that car), which slammed our cab into the SUV. This led to our standing in the mud on the side of Grand Central Parkway for an hour and a half as the police filled out their paperwork. Eventually we were free to go, and since our cab was still in working condition, we hopped back in and rode into the city in a car whose back-left wheel was rattling and which was leaking exhaust.
Fortunately my sister and I (and everyone else) are okay... my neck and back are sore, but I'll get past it.

Other "highlights" from my time at home:
- Jetblue delaying my flight to Florida on Tuesday night from a 9:45pm departure to a 12:50am departure. I was able to switch flights to one that was supposed to take off at 9pm, but it didn't actually leave until 11:20pm. Still better than the original, which didn't land in Florida until 4:35am.
- Also, Jetblue, when you are giving announcements about delayed flights, it's not cute or funny to continually make jokes about "Even though Jetblue is so great, believe it or not we can't control the weather." Nobody is laughing. Just shut the hell up and get the plane to the gate.
- Went to see Good Night & Good Luck with my grandma*. The opening credit sequence is a montage of the cast at an awards banquet interspersed with the credits... set to music, no dialogue. It is a few minutes long. As it fades out, my grandma says (in a non-inside voice), "Wow, that preview looks fascinating! I wonder what it's for."
- The Seminole Hard Rock Casino looks ritzy and glamorous from the outside, but inside it's just a bunch of crotchetyhety smokers playing slots and poker. No blackjack (or craps or roulette). What gives? Can't Native Americans count to 21?
- I found out that my high school crush is dating "some short guy." She likes short guys? What the hell? I probably have even less of a chance with her now than I did in high school.

* Note: Talking to my grandma, especially about pop culture, is becoming equivalent to conversing with The Riddler. For example:
- that tall Daly woman = Geena Davis
- Anderson = Jason Alexander

Happy Birthday to Me!
Wow, with all the excitement in my life (or maybe it's due to the total lack thereof), I missed the fact that Last Stop has now entered the Terrible Twos. Amazing that I haven't tired of this yet... or written something that's gotten me fired. But we'll leave both possibilities open.
And just like that, I'm going on sabbatical... heading to Florida tonight for the holiday, so most likely no new entries until I get back on Monday.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

So far I've been pretty pleased with my new gym. It's bigger, more equipment, better air-conditioning... and much better music. Instead of techno crap and remixes of top-40 songs, it's mostly 70s and 80s... lots of Cars, Blondie, The Cure, etc. And the other day they played this, a mash-up of Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" and Oasis's "Wonderwall," with some of Travis's "Writing to Reach You" and even an Aerosmith / Eminem post-script. I think mash-ups are very hit-or-miss, but in my mind the simpler they are, the better... and this one is about as simple as they get.
The guy who mashed this, Party Ben, has some other good ones on his site (and some not-so-good ones). Give 'em a listen.

TRL Moment of the Week, Pt. 2
Also on Thursday, our studio was packed with guests (Ryan Reynolds, Natasha Bedingfield, and Big Boi). When VJ Qud-dus arrived to the studio and started to walk into his dressing room, a wardrobe assistant informed him that he would be changing in the office of one of the production accountants. Qud-dus balked, but was told that his dressing room was needed for the guests. He looked to me and said, "You'd think I would get more respect around here, seeing as how I've been doing this 5 years."
"Well, guess that shows how high up you are in the TRL totem pole," I replied.
He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. As he headed down the hall, he stopped to take a look at the studio schedule, which lists what talent is placed in what dressing room. When he saw that he was, in fact, not assigned to his own dressing room, he exclaimed "Well ain't that some shit!" and walked away.

An hour after this incident, he was called to the stage to shoot the Live Hit (the promo which airs 10 minute before TRL saying what's happening on that day's show). He asked the stage manager if he could hit the bathroom first, and was told yes but that he had less than 5 minutes until the LH.
With 3 minutes to go, no sign of Qud-dus.
Ditto 2 minutes, even after he had been paged over the intercom system.
With 19 seconds to air, Qud-dus strolls through the control. At this point he has been eliminated from the LH. Our producer asks where the hell he's been.
"Sorry, I was in the bathroom and lost track of time."
And thus he cemented his place in the bottom of the totem pole.

TRL Moment of the Week
Ryan Reynolds dropped by yesterday to promote Just Friends. Since both he and Vanessa have now had fat-suit experience, we had them battle it out in a sumo-wrestling challenge. And while watching them spar on-set was exciting enough, the true highlights occurred backstage when the pair tried out some synchronized Robot Dancing, followed by Ryan attempting to mount Vanessa from behind. Truly a sight to behold.

Went to see local NY band Valeze last night at Pianos, and must say I had a blast. The lead singer Tiffany Randol, who I had previously seen at the Losers Lounge Tribute to Stevie Wonder, is the product of a menage-a-trois among Shirley Manson, Joan Jett, and Debbie Harry… if such a thing were possible. For 45 minutes the band tore through a set of synth-punk cranked up to 11. Their sound is much harder in person than the studio versions found on their site, but it kept the crowd in a frenzy the entire time. $8 well spent.

Yes, there have been other lists of the worst album covers of all time, but this one is definitely the most exhaustive. I think my favorite is Ultimate Spinach - "The Box" (page 2). Although Ted Nugent - "Scream Dream" (page 5) is always good for a laugh. And the Lords of Acid - "Pussy" one (page 7) is pretty good, although the story behind it can't be true.

Nice article from this week's New York Observer lamenting the inevitible end of Arrested Development. What a shame it would be to lose this show. I've heard rumors that Showtime might pick up the show if Fox does cancel it, which I guess would be a decent move (although I'd then have to start subscribing to Showtime). Whatever happens, it's too bad AR never caught on with a bigger audience... it deserved to.

What does TRL VJ Vanessa do in her free time? She dresses up in a fat suit, of course.

I'm so sick of hearing car alarms. Why do people still buy them? And why do manufacturers still make them? I doubt they deter robbers at all, and they certainly no longer cause any sort of reaction from people on the street.
At this point, don't you think a better idea would be to make car alarms more like ringtones? Car owners can personalize them with a song that most people don't like, such as Hilary Duff's "Wake Up" or Clay Aiken's "Invisible." That way, if a thief is actually trying to break into a car, he'll probably be embarrassed to be associated with that song and run away. And if it goes off accidentally, at least hearing a bad song is better than that annoying alarm.

Tilly & the Wall is in the process of recording a new album, and they're keeping a running diary of their progress. Check it out here.

Sin-Ergy
Synergy Fitness Clubs suck suck suck suck suck!
I went to work out on Saturday afternoon (yes I do work out, even though it may not appear that way), and upon my arrival was greeted by a darkened gym, locked door, and posted signs saying that due to financial difficulties, this location would be closed effective immediately.
Yes, it vanished overnight.
The sign continued, saying that members could transfer their membership to the location 20 blocks away or send a request for a pro-rated credit. They make no specific mention of whether I will actually get a credit if I request one… but I do still have 9 months left on my membership, so I better.
For now, I'm stuck looking for a new gym, most of which are two or three times as expensive as Synergy, and further away from my apartment. But I guess I got what I paid for.

TRL Moments of the Week
In honor of Spankin New Music Week: Now and Next, I'm picking a choice moment from each day for your reading pleasure…

Monday
Pharrell makes an entrance to the show by driving up in his $1.1 million black Enzo Ferrari (the one that appears in his video "Can I Have It Like That"). He pulls up to the curb, Vanessa does a quick interview with him, then after tossing to a video starts to lead him inside. Pharrell begins to follow her, then stops in his tracks, looks back at the car idling in the street with the doors open, and says "Yo, what's gonna happen to my car?"

Tuesday
Australian twin sisters The Veronicas make their first visit to TRL. As Damien is dong a Get To Know segment with them, he asks what artist people would be surprised to know they like. One of them says "k.d. Lang," then quickly adds "We like boys, but we like her music."

Wednesday
Damien is interviewing Hilary Duff, who has brought the premiere of her new video. They discuss the fact that Good Charlotte's Joel and Benji helped her write material for her "Most Wanted" album. He asks her if she'd ever write material for GC, and she says no… to which Damien says "Well it probably wouldn't work, since you basically write about puppies and stuff."
She was not pleased.

Thursday
Green Day finally agreed to perform on TRL. And not 1, not 2, but 3 songs! Unfortunately, when the band shows up (late) for soundcheck, it seems that drummer Tre Cool is so hungover, he needs to be hooked up to an IV. And our medical staff is not licensed to do such a complicated procedure. So actual paramedics were called in, strapped Tre to a gurney, and started pumping him full of fluids.
(He did manage to make it through all 3 songs, albeit with an extreme look of nausea the entire time. And they were amazing.)

Friday
In a slap-to-the-face of classic-rock lovers around the world, Lindsay Lohan informs us that she wants to do a medley of her current single ("Confessions of a Broken Heart") and either Cheap Trick's "I Want You to Want Me" or Stevie Nicks' "Edge of 17." A collective shudder ran through the staff.
(She ended up doing "I Want You to Want Me," which was surprisingly palatable... at least by her standards)

While it's no surprise to anybody that Paris Hilton only has one facial expression, this is still pretty funny.

This video is like an episode of The Surreal Life on wheels: Paris Hilton, Stavros Niarchos, Talon from Laguna Beach, and Kimberly Stewart (Rod's daughter) driving drunk, slamming their car into parked trucks, and talking their way out trouble with the police.

I'm sure all the Star Wars geeks have already seen this, but if not, here's the Easter Egg from the new Revenge of the Sith DVD of Yoda dancing to hip-hop.

A camera crew is following my boss today for A Day in the Life of Television, documenting what happens on a typical day at TRL.

So it probably wasn't the best idea for me to wear my Mary Carey for Governor t-shirt.