televised, tabloidized, & exceedingly well dressed

Haven been on in a While...

2007-12-17T11:56:00.000-05:00

Yeah, for the most part, powting fizzled and stopped over the summer. there were no classes nor homework to procrastinate from, so why bother.

Anyways net net its finals time here at the illustrious Georgetown University (i fled RISD with more zeal then the irish diaspora) and now i am sitting in my bed with my Christmas tree "studying" for my 4 finals in three days.

This morning at breakfast I got into another idealistic-collegate talk about politics. It was a discussion stemming from my odd perseptions of art: having studied it I can appreciate the masters technically surely, and find some odd satisfaction in seeing how many different ways people can complete and interpert an assignment, but i feel the study of something influencial, such as medicine or politics, is in general far more noble. The person I was having this discussion with countered me, saying that many of the congressmen today are successful buisnessmen or lawyers who are now seeking a different type of power. I was (of course) arguing the idealistic point: serving the constituency, looking out for the tired, hungry and poor. I argued that the people on M and Wisconson who were holding up the "Stop Bitching and Start a Revolution" shirts bugged the shit out of me, because they were completing nothing. I am studying so that I can know enough about the international system to hopefully take all my idealistic tendancies and work them within the system.

Anyways. So I'm researching this paper, and I stumble accross this quote from Foreign Affairs:

Rising wealth meant that more and more people were
able to fleewhat KarlMarx and Friedrich Engels had called"the idiocy
of rural life": between 19oo and r98o, the proportion of the world's
population that lived in large cities more than doubled. And byworking
more productively, people had more time available for leisure. Some
spent their free time successfully campaigning for political represen-
tation and the redistribution of income. As a result, governments ceased
to confine themselves to providing only basic public goods, such
as national defense and a fair judicial system, but instead became
welfare states that sought nothingless than the elimination ofpoverty.

Stop Bitching and Start a Revolution?

love that dirty water?

2007-07-10T23:00:00.000-04:00

hilarious. sign and save the world, one drop at a time.

xoxo
emma

boring politics break; for interesting socialite news skip to next post

2007-07-06T23:58:00.000-04:00

sorry to break from carly's much more engaging life below, but since it's officially now 07-07-07 (and my dad's birthday, random fact), i felt like including this little tidbit i came across regarding al gore's LiveEarth concerts today across the globe. it perfectly illustrates the hypocrisy of the whole "celebrities really care about the environment" movement...you know, the hollywood set (not you, carly) decrying global warming and pollution and then rolling up to premieres in limousines. and those are not hybrid limos. don't get me started on private jets. using them is fine, just don't claim they're "green."

http://pajamasmedia.com/2007/07/gore_aid.php

excerpt: “When we’re using enough power for 10 houses just for (stage) lighting… It’d be a bit hypocritical,” Matt Helders, drummer of the popular British band, the Arctic Monkeys told the Agence France-Presse.

Most surprisingly, Bob Geldof, the musician and Nobel Prize nominee who founded the Live Aid and Live8 concerts, singled out Gore in particular, asking, “Why is Gore actually organising them? To make us aware of the greenhouse effect? Everybody’s known about that problem for years.”

so why doesn't gore just announce that he's running for president already? or are we all supposed to believe that's not what most of this is about?

xoxo
emma

All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.

2007-07-06T14:12:00.000-04:00

See, the last time we checked in with ME, the illustrious Carlisle, I was running around Hollywood, crashing parties and being seen. Teddy's, Winston's, Skybar; getting picked up from the studio and having lunch with Cristen at the Ivy (on the patio of course) and catching Wicked after dinner at the Chateau Marmont and fun in those bungalows.

Well, you might have thought I just glided off in a poof of gold glitter to live a life rubbing elbows. However; my parents decided to perpetually live on Martha's Vineyard and, since they pay for, well life, I too am now here, rubbing elbows with seersucker blazers, waiting for all of my friends to get their asses out here and entertain me.

I'm writing a script with Cristen, so I guess that and tanning keep me entertained. I would usually take the time to comment now about all celebs; Paris popping in and out of Jail (maybe she has changed, i can't tell) Linds being sober (I actually have faith in this girl) and the Concert for Diana featuring my fiancee Prince Harry (many can vouch, I look DAMN good in a tiara).

Speaking of the concert for Diana, it was SPECTACULAR. EVERYONE was there: Elton, Fergie, The Feeling, Kiefer Sutherland, Diddy, Becks, I mean freaking everyone. I sat in my red satin robe from 11-5 watching this, breaking only to get tea and toast. I HIGHLY suggest you go to youtube or VH1 and check all of them out. here are my faves.

1. ) Diana's Fave Band: Duran Duran. Hott song. Literally. Its hot in the southwest.

2.) Fine, I'll admit it; Diddy made me cry. Supposedly the princes were trouched.

3.) I didnt know about Joss really till now, and I love her. Supposedly she and Wills are CLOSE (there is obvious flirting here)

4.) Lily. LOVE HER. Think i should become her new best friend.

Anyways. Be Back Later Loves.

it's been too long

2007-07-05T01:36:00.000-04:00

hello, darling readers. sorry for my long absence from posting. i took a hiatus while sorting out summer plans (pittsburgh is my base for the summer) and then a short vacation to hang out with two of my very favorite people (bacon and ben) in washington, d.c./northern virginia while moving into my apartment in charlottesville (ben, you were invaluable in helping set up that desk. really. bacon, you were invaluable at...finding hookah bars).

in other news, i've switched the picture at the top of the blog again. i thought it was time to go back to marilyn...i'm feeling a little old-school hollywood, even though all three of your lovely writers are now on the east coast for the time being. any objections, let me know.

there's not much to update on my life right now...i'm working during the day and developing a project of my own on the side, so stay tuned for news from that as i iron out the kinks and work with the ever-amazing erika chow on some programming issues. hint: i'm out to singlehandedly take down the two-party system, and all of the partisan nonsense that goes with it. who was it that said "that government is best which governs least?"

but in the meantime, i feel that strange compulsion to share with you all two video clips: one long and so-serious-it's-almost-funny, and one short, obviously hilarious. watch a bit of the first and then lighten up with the second. they star two rising celebrities of the democrat party (i warned you, i'm becoming rabidly antipartisan. is that a word?).

al gore: "bush ('41) hasn't done enough in iraq to stop saddam and WMDs"

hillary: nevermind...just listen. and pray she doesn't try to record a duet with celine dion for her campaign.

and oh, what the hell, if you got through those two, you deserve something fun. here's lily allen with "smile." love her!

love you all,
emma

Brokie's Life Lately

2007-06-25T19:57:00.000-04:00

I guess my co-writers and I have been too busy to keep you all updated on random stuff this summer. I thought I'd let you in on what's been on my mind lately... you know, for old times' sake.

1) The iPhone: Which I won't own come July 29th because I don't have a job yet and my mom refuses to let me permemnently borrow $500 to buy a cel phone. So, instead of sitting outside my neighborhood 7Eleven shaking a foam cup at unsuspecting pedestrians, I decided to start not one, but TWO jobs next week. Oh the life of a working girl.

2) Kat DeLuna: I have a lot in common with this rising star. Our names sound the same (my firends call me Cat), we're both Dominican, we both know how to shake what our mommas gave us, and we're pretty cute :D This is her first single called "Whine Up" featuring Elephant Man.

3) Enur: Don't know much about this person/band (?) except that this song is catchy. It's called "Calabria."

4) Parallel Parking: It's the only thing I can't frikken do in a damn car. If anyone has a trick they use or anything ANYTHING that can help me learn how to do this please help me out. I want my liscence!

5) That asshole who tried to sue his local dry cleaners for $54 million: Seriously dude, for some lost pants?? Get a life... and send your clothes somewhere else genius. Here's the rest of the article from the New York Times.

6)NYC: I just got back from my trip to NYC and it was AWESOME! It was the first time I'd been back since I was like 12 or something... I went house hopping and stayed with a few friends and relatives. Fun fun city... I'm so living there one day.

I randomly saw Jade from America's Next Top Model at some restaurant and Jenny McCarthy at the Ripley's Museum premiere while I was in Times Square...

That's it for a while I guess...

-Brokie

I've Been Cooped Up in This Bedroom for Far Too Long

2007-06-06T03:19:00.000-04:00

Hello darlings!

I'm sorry that you havent heard from me in a while... I've been occupying the sick bed for about a week now, and today I finally felt well enough to do something other than sleep off my illness. I've been on cough syrup and other pain relieving medicine for a few days now, and I'm happy to report that I feel pretty much normal again except for my runny nose and scratchy voice from my sore throat. The good news: I have a feeling i'm going to be perfectly healthy again tomorrow; bad news: my scratchy voice sounds kinda hot, and it's returning to it's annoying, high pitched normal self very soon. darn.

Anyway, enough about my worthless immune system. Let's talk about the MTV Movie Awards. Personally, I thought they were lame...

Highlights: Performances by Rihanna and Amy Winehouse, and Will Ferrell making out with the dude from Borat.

Lowlights: everything else, particularly Posh Spice (man, was she mind-numbingly bland during those 15 seconds of stage time), and Sarah Silverman is ugly... I don't understand why they didn't have Dane Cook do the whole thing. That would have saved the show I think. It just seemed really rushed and the whole ad thing being weaved into the show was annoying... made the whole thing look like a big Pontiac/Orbit Gum commercial. Overall: BORING!

Moving on: I like what VH1 is doing during the wee hours of the morning when I can't sleep because I'm having trouble breathing... here's a bunch of good stuff that was on the other night.

1) Cold War Kids- "Hang Me Up to Dry"

I love the way this video was shot. The look of it is just raw, yet classy. Plus, I just can't get this hook out of my head.

2) Feist- "1234"

This entire video was taped during one take... it was probably the 7346759th one, but they didnt cut to the different angles. That's cool. I also want that shimmery thing this chick is wearing.

3)Amy Winehouse- "You Know I'm No Good"

Amy's a superstar. She can do no wrong.

4) Matt Kearney- "Undeniable"

This song reminds me of my boyfriend Jordan, I miss him.

5) Fiona Apple- "Not About Love"

I love the fat guy in this. He has some sick ass moves.

6) James Morrison- "Wonderful World"

Could this kid be related to rock legend Jim Morrison?? I just like this song for some reason.

7) Paolo Nutini- "Last Request"

This dude's really fug, but the song's cute.

Enjoy.

-Brokie

Storytime!

2007-06-03T02:30:00.000-04:00

Ok I really debated posting about this, however I have been publicly asked to so I am.

Cristen and I decided last night that we were going to hit the town. We got all dolled up, drove to Hollywood and parked int he structure behind Grauman's Chinese Theater (where I am going to go see George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Matt Damon put thei footprints in the cement on Tues.). Anyways, after we parked, we were going up the escallator to get out onto the street level where we could walk around when suddenly two girls approached us. Turns out they were from MTV and wanted to cast up in a dating reality show (like Next) and pay us $500 for it. Stupidly, Cristen and I were running around pretending we were British, and they said that we had to have an American Social Security number. Bummer. We ended up telling them that we were heading to Teddy's (at the Roosevelt Hotel) and one of the girls was nice enough to call ahead to get us on the list.

We arrived, got checked out by the doormen, and were whisked past the velvet rope. Inside, Teddy's is beautiful. It has this dark, stucco, European wine celler feel to it, and over the bar is this AMAZING chandeler. As we made ourselves cozy in the VIP area (we were on the list) we ordered a couple of Amaretto Sours (drink of champions). As we were sitting and talking, getting our bearings, a group of guys sits on the couches on the other side of the wall. Turns out it was Brandon Davis oil heir who is famously known as "Greasy Bear" and as the guy who called Lindsay a "Firecrotch". He stayed for a while, then got "bored" and left, only to come back about a half an hour later.

We were having a great time by this point. Many people were hangning out, and we were dancing and meeting some really nice, funny people. As the night got older, the club got more and more crowded. Cristen and I decided to do a "lap" around the club to see who was there and what was going on. Suddenly, as we got near the enterance, Adam Brody and his group of friends walks in. As many of you readers know, I think he is gorgeous. Naturally, I couldnt breathe, and ended up partying about an hour and a half more before I got a chance to sit down with him.

As the champagne was flowing and the night was getting late, I was hanging out with another one of my friends, who knows Adam and went over to say hi to him. I (obvi) came with, and sat listening to their convo about how there are no good movies being written anymore. In addition, my friend decided to introduce me to him with the anicdote of how I was bragging about my legs earlier. I turned to my friend and said "Stop! You are making me sound so concieted!" Turning to Adam I said, "Actually, I'm not going to lie, I pretty much am that concieted." As my friend wrapped up this conversation and said bye, I got up to leave with him. Halfway through this getting up motion, I turned to Adam and said "You know what, my sister of off somewhere, and I don't really have any place to be, so I'm gonna stay here." (Note to ladies wondering how I could be so bold: I was on my 6th drink) We sat and talked bout what my sister was doing, how hot it was in the club, and a few other things. As he got up, I excused myself and rejoined my friends. The club started to close down early, so Cristen and I decided to start the task of finding parking validation. Eventually we got the security guard at Grauman's to validate it, turned down some after party invites, and trudged back home.

Yours From Hollywood, Carlisle

don't ask me, ask carly

2007-06-02T11:35:00.000-04:00

carly had a great night last night, which i would tell you all about if i remembered all of the details, except that carly called me at 2 am pacific time, which was 5 am eastern standard time. so i vaguely remember that she had an amazing night, with many interesting stories.

please, carly, for the good of humanity: post the story of you and cristen in l.a. last night.

oh yeah, i'll get around to posting for real sometime soon. in the meantime, aren't you all glad my two co-authors are so much more interesting?

xoxo
ek

Honestly...

2007-05-29T22:48:00.000-04:00

Here are two things that bothered me about the show "Sunset Tan" on E!...

First- How does associating Britney Spears with your tanning salon make people want to go there? Here's a clip of Brit getting "sexy."

Did Britney really need to call attention to those nasty toes of hers?? I can assure you that no one would have noticed those gross things if she hadnt said anything... I mean, everyone would have been distracted by her disasterous hair style. Bad move Brit. I know I would not want my feet anywhere near where Brit's have been. Who knows what fungus is nesting on those.. ew!

Second- What the clip doesnt show is a lady bringing her young daughter in for a tan. I'm talking like an innocent 4th grader wanting to pay someone to make her look like Britney and Lindsay...

This is exactly why Lindsay Lohan should be burned at the stake:

...A staff member named Nick—"alias: the top salesman"— recommends "the cocktail." He alleges that this is what Lindsay Lohan does: "Do you wanna get the Lindsay Lohan?" The mother prods: "Do you wanna look like Lindsay Lohan?" The child assents and emerges from the cocktail, which is where you do the bed and then you do the spray, with a face that does not at all resemble Lindsay's, with its darling constellations of freckles. Rather, her skin tone is of an insistent orange that split the difference between Christina Aguilera circa "Dirrty" and Mark Green circa last week. This cost $1,300...

For the rest of the article from Slate.com click here.

What is the world coming to?

-Brokie

THANK YOU

2007-05-29T22:22:00.000-04:00

I would like to take the time to direct everyone's attention to the bottom of the page. Over 1,000 visitors! For three relatively unknown people, we are taking whatever milestones we can get.

Actually we would like to take the time to shout out to a few countries. So far we have had visitors from
The U.S.A.
U.k.
Austria
Spain
Phillippines
Denmark
Australia
Brazil
Israel
Singapore
France
Argentina
Canada
India
Thailand

In addition, almost every state has been represented.

Thank You So MUCH!! It's amazing to think about how global this thing is.

People have been reading our blog in different languages too! So far it has been read in
English
Thai
German
Spanish
Portuguese
Danish
French
Hebrew

THANK YOU THANK YOU.

Love, Carlisle

Oh God

2007-05-29T22:15:00.000-04:00

This.Fucking.Sucks.

Although I am impressed that she got back up like that. I would have just sat there and said, "Well, fuck it."

In Her Own Words...

2007-05-29T21:08:00.000-04:00

Aww Happier Times.

Britney recently posted up a new letter on her official site (link in title)

Dear Fans,
I just wanted to reach out to all of you and explain some of the things that I have been faced with recently.
It's so funny how many stories are put out there about people. It's like we all want our side of the story out there as well, but at the end of the day only a few people care to hear what is really going on since the bad is always so much more interesting than the truth. I don't know why, but this is so weird to me. I used to be angry at the tabloids for printing horrible things about me, but now I try to just be numb to what I see. I saw Tyra Banks once get really upset and cry on her show because they made her look fat. We all want a certain image of ourselves out there, and at some point we all do really care what other people think or we wouldn't be here.
Recently, I was sent to a very humbling place called rehab. I truly hit rock bottom. Till this day I don't think that it was alcohol or depression. I was like a bad kid running around with ADD. I had a manager from a long time ago come in and try to direct me and my life after I got my divorce. I was so overwhelmed I think that I was in a little shock too. I didn't know who to go to. I realized how much energy and love I had put into my past relationship when it was gone because I genuinely did not know what to do with myself, and it made me so sad. I confess, I was so lost.
This letter is to not place blame on anyone, although I do see the world with a completely different set of eyes now. Being in that vulnerable state and taken to dinners and parties with friends and finding out later you paid for everything was a huge learning lesson for me. I think the whole problem was letting too many people into my life. You never know another persons intentions or what another person wants. I feel I was too open and looking for answers when I had it all to begin with. I have had to cut so many people out of my life. It is so sad, because if anyone is a family person...it is me. When I was little I remember every night watching movies with my family and feeling so at peace. Dancing and singing all the time just like a little girl should. Now recently I find with my children that I want them to have that feeling all of the time. I am having to face a lot of things right now since I have children of my own. A lot of insecurities from when I was little are coming up again. It is like we are never good enough.
I know everyone thinks that I am playing the victim, but I am not and I hate what is going on right now so much. Maybe this is the reason for this letter...to maybe allow people to look at me differently. It is like when you are a real woman and say what you feel and how you think things are supposed to be, that people just say you are a "bitch."
I feel like some of the people in my life made more of some issues than was necessary. I also feel like they knew I was beginning to use my brain for a change and cut some ties, so they wanted to be in more control of my life than me. I think it is actually normal for a young girl to go out after a huge divorce. I think it was a bigger issue because I had not gone out in such a long time. I am 25 and I do still have a lot to learn, and I am going to make mistakes everyday, and I am sure every mistake I make will probably be on CNN or Good Morning America. I am only human people and I love you for still loving me.
I am sitting here at home and it is 6:25 and both of my sons are asleep. I am truly blessed to have them in my life. Everyday is so surreal. Life in general is so surreal and crazy.
I just hope this letter made some of you think a little bit more of me and where I am coming from. I just want the same things in life that you want...and that is to be happy. It is just so weird because everyone has their own perception of me and how they think I really am. It is so weird how stories are told. There is your side, my side, and the truth. Somebody has to figure it out. I guess we will never really understand or figure out life completely. That's God's job. I can't wait to meet him...or her.
Love, Britney
Quote of the month...
It is ok to disagree with people regarding certain issues. Youre not being true to yourself if you succumb to others opinions because you feel guilty.

I will always love Brit. I spent too much of my childhood worshipping her, but seriously, I think this is a good letter. When she came out with her first album at 16, you have to consider how fast her life has hit her. I am glad she has got her life back on some sort of track.

Tired, Carlisle

Whatever Grandma, the television is NOT making my brain rot

2007-05-29T20:52:00.000-04:00

So I've been watching a lot of TV lately and I figured I'd share a few things I learned while I've been wasting away on my couch.

1) Paula Abdul is not very smart.

Our favorite American Idol judge broke her nose when she tripped while trying to avoid stepping on her doggie. The woman has a good heart, but she's kind of an idiot.

2) Reality TV is not a good way to learn about politics.

Speaking of idiots, here's Whitney and Bobby engaging in intellectually captivating political talk on their reality show "Being Bobby Brown."

3) Underage drinking is very bad.

Here's something that's not so frightening... BABIES!! Here's Will Farrell being heckled by one.

Still bored in Lawrence,

Brokie

Party with Nicole

2007-05-29T18:33:00.000-04:00

Accoring to Perez, this is the invite to the party that Nicole Riche threw that Micha Barton had to be taken to the hospital from because she "mixed alcohol with antibiotics"

From: Nicole Richie < xxxxxxxx@xxxxxxx.xxxxxxxx.xxx > To: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Subject: Masha and Nicole's Memorial Day Party Date: Thu 24 Ma 2007 04:29:29 +0000
My fellow Americans its that time of year To celebrate our country by drinking massive amounts of beer Let's stand together as one, live the American dream Take shots, pass out, & wake up with our pants ripped open at the seems Let's glorify this day in your sluttiest tops and your tightest pair of tsubi jeans Even though we have no fucking clue what Memorial Day really means!!

Mashas House
Sunday May 28th, at 2pm
XXXXX Crest Court
Beverly Hills, Ca 90210

There will be a scale at the front door. No girls over 100 pounds allowed in. Start starving yourself now. See you all then!!!

Please make sure to RSVP as this is a large party and we need to keep track of who's coming. Thanks

Hmm. Well I'm sure if this was the actual case only Nicole and anyone who is legally a mdget would get in. There are reports going around saying that she is nervous because of Paris's sentance. She isafraid the law might come down as hard on her for her DUI (when she was caught going the WRONG WAY down the freeway).

I mean, when you are THAT OBVIOUSLY driving under the influence, you kinda set yourself up, don't you think?

Starving herself so she can party with Nicole, Carlisle

P.S. How hard is it to figure out what MEMORIAL day is celebrating. Seriously. Its a.) in English and b.) has the word MEMORIAL in it. Hmm.

Rumer Willis

2007-05-29T18:28:00.000-04:00

Makes me scared. She reminds me of those scary, mean, cackeling faries that I thought livedin my closet and would come for my soul.

Cowering, Carlisle

If you want it...

2007-05-29T18:24:00.001-04:00

You can buy parts of Linds's crashed car?

Here is the description for the items being sold on ebay.

THE HISTORIC DOWNFALL OF HOLLYWOOD'S STARLETS IS CLEARLY UPON US. FIRST, PARIS HILTON IS GIVEN JAIL TIME AND NOW LINDSAY'S

ACCIDENT MAY MARK THE END OF INNOCENCE & LUCK OF HOLLYWOOD'S YOUNG, RICH & FAMOUS... THIS LATEST INCIDENT SIGNIFIES ALOT

FOR THE HARD PARTYING ACTRESS. NOT ONLY WAS LINDSAY SUSPECTED OF DRIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE, BUT SHE IS UNDER

THE LEGAL DRINKING AGE, AND ALSO FLED FROM THE SCENE OF THE ACCIDENT.

UP FOR AUCTION ARE 100% AUTHENTIC GUARANTEED PIECES & PARTS OF ACTRESS LINDSAY LOHAN'S Mercedes SL 65 AMG black convertible

RECOVERED FROM THE SCENE OF THE ACCIDENT ON THE NORTHWEST CORNER OF SUNSET BLVD. AND FOOTHILL DR. IN BEVERLY HILLS, CA.

LINDSAY LOST CONTROL OF HER CAR IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS OF MAY 26TH, 2007, VEERED OFF ON FOOTHILL DR. , JUMPED THE CURB, AND

ULTIMATELY CRASHED INTO THE HEDGES OF THE PROPERTY!!! BEFORE THE SCENE WAS COMPLETELY CLEANED UP, WE RECOVERED THESE REMAINING FRAGMENTS OF HER CAR, INCLUDING THE FRONT LIGHTS AND PARTS OF THE BODY. THE WINNING BIDDER WILL RECEIVE A SWORN WRITTEN, & SIGNED STATEMENT TO THE EXACT

ACCOUNTS AND CLAIMS STATED ABOVE FROM THE PERSON WHO RECOVERED THESE ITEMS FROM THE SCENE.

Well, that's...festive.

Click on the title for the ebay listing. Current Bid: $800

-Carlisle

Ok Let Me Break This Down For You

2007-05-29T16:13:00.000-04:00

So LINDSAY LOHAN starts of her weekend by going to Les Deux, a Hollywood hotspot. She (naturally) gets a little plastered. She leaves around 2.30 am and then moves on to a private party in the Hollywood Hills until about 4.30. On the way back to her house, she got out of the chauffer-driven SUV and started screaming at the others inthe car. She fled down the street with the driver following her, but a male friend picled her up. She then to the Skybar at the Mondrian hotel, tried to get a room, however, they said there were non available, and she naturally threw a tantrum, running into the bathroom and then finally leaving.

As she was pulling out of the hotel, she saw her friend/girlfriend (depending on who you ask) Damantha Ronson and asked her to come with her. Samantha said no, and Lindsay, who saw the paps trailing her, threw a medicine bottle at them. Seeing this, Sam got into the car and sat on the lap of another passenger (the car has two seats).

Around 5.30am on Sunset Blvd and Foothill, Lindsay ran off the road, over the curb, and smashed into a tree and some bushes.

And then, she flees the scene of the accident. Which, if I had just totaled my Mercedes, is exactly what I would do. "Oh I'll just ... leave it here. And not talk to these people about how I plowed into their front lawn, or you know, call my insurance man or agent or anything.

Here is the Police Statement : http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid353549946/bctid932533450

Click the title to see a vid of her fleeing the scene. Just because I know Brokie has a facination with "Cops".

Anyways, so supposedly she spoke to the security guard of a nearby home and then her driver showed up to moce the car and take her away. The police found her at Century City Doctors Hospital being treated for minor chest injuries. She was cited for DUI, and it seemed to be just another Holywood night.

However, the LAPD dearched her car and found what they called a "usable amount" of cocaine in the car. Now she is being faced with Felony charges.

Did she stop partying then? You would think so huh? Nope.

Here are some pics of her looking well a little rough yeaterday with ther friend/lover Samantha

If you didn't know those little chips hanging from the windshield are like little gold stars for staying sober. HA.

She is supposed the begin shooting on the drama "Poor Things" produced and starring Shirly Maclaine this Thursday, however Shirley is denying this saying that there was no deal in place, even tho many of the trade papers had already stated that she was set to star.

Thank God, however, that this morning (as I was asleep) Linds was being driven to Promises (Brits old stomping grounds) by her laywer Blair Berk, for what TMZ calls a "serious medical treatment program" a striking contrast to her past stay which allowed her shoppin trips and stops at her apt. She will be in the facility for 30 days; however she will be an outpatient for much longer.

Also according to TMZ, there were rumors that she would go back and forth between her movie set and Promises, however people are saying that this is "absolutely not going to happen", sne she can only being work when she is an outpatient.

Her rep's statement is this:

"Lindsay admitted herself to an intensive medical rehabilitation facility on Memorial Day. Because this is a medical matter, it is our hope that the press will appreciate the seriousness of the situation and respect the privacy of Lindsay as well as the other patients receiving treatment at the facility."

Hmm, as iI have been writing this ling report about "What Lindsay Lohan did this weekend" I have had some tiem to ruminate. I think she is a talented actress, but she does need to get things under controll. Although her partying is keeping her in the forefront of entertainment news (and I was looking forward to seeing her around the clubs and see how out of control she was) I think she really needs to spend time taking stock of how she wants to be percieved and what are her priorities in life. I htink, like Drew, she can pull this around and she the world how much she can bring to the entertainment industry.

Off to see Georgia Rule, Carlisle

Man vs. Wild

2007-05-27T23:23:00.000-04:00

Man would I hate to be stranded in the wilderness...

I stumbled upon this new show called Man vs. Wild on the Discovery Channel earlier tonight. It's a Jeff Corwin-esque nature show hosted by wilderness daredevil Bear Grylls. He purposely gets lost in some dangerous remote place and finds his way back to civilization while giving his viewers fun tips on how to survive out in the middle of nowhere. What a psycho.

My sister thinks this dude Bear is hot because he can climb shit and eat wild animals while lost in the mountains. I think eating raw fish out of a dirty river and biting into a half decomposed zebra carcass is gross. His show's pretty intense though.

I also saw this... and thought how useless Cingular would be to me if I was lost in the wilderness.

haha. that girl is so cute.

-Brokie

I Like Rihanna's New Bob

2007-05-27T18:12:00.000-04:00

When I first saw the video for "Pon de Replay" in 2005 I thought, "Oh this is catchy, but this girl is clearly a one hit wonder." I felt that there was nothing special about her: she had no charisma, couldn't dance, and had an odd-shaped head.

But, boy was I wrong about her. I have to admit that Rihanna's been growing on me ever since. Her melodious hooks never fail to stay stuck in my head for weeks, and her videos keep getting better and more creative as she gains more and more fame. No one out there right now sounds or looks anything like her. Her adorable carribbean accent (from Barbados) definitely adds a style that's all her own to hip hop beats that make you wanna dance.

She has definitely grown into that awkward head of hers. She looks better than ever in her latest video featuring Jay-Z.

Some of my other faves:

-Brokie

Foundations

2007-05-27T17:38:00.000-04:00

I found this on Perez today. It's Kate Nash's latest music video.

It's really catchy, but made me kind of sad. Good song nonetheless.

-Brokie

Lilly Overload.

2007-05-27T15:08:00.000-04:00

Ok so I wrote back to perez saying:

Hey perez, im the girl who was talking to you about lilly this morning. ANYWAYS. after TONS of searching (most of the rest of that today show was painful, but i suffered for this vid) i found it on msnbc. debby harry says lilly has an "interesting and unique" voice.

here it is

http://video.msn.com/v/us/fv/msnbc/fv.htm??g=9208e584-59b1-4189-b9da-25c8ae8f3b09&f=05&fg=rss

xoxo.

and HE said:

Thanks C!
xoxo
P

oh god. i'm pleased iwth myself.

and then he posted about it!!!! here is the link to it

http://perezhilton.com/topics/lily_allen/in_case_you_missed_it_20070527.php

god. here is the vid.

AND (wow this is a lot of excitement generated from me watching the Today show for once in my life) gofugyourself.com (a site your authors love so much) posted about the ADORABLE outfit Lilly is wearing

here is the link:

http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/2007/05/well_played_lil.html

it is a pic where she isnt wearing those great glasses, but whateves.

yours from sunny california, carly

MORE LILLY

2007-05-25T22:10:00.001-04:00

Yeah, found this vid. i LOVE it and the song. So pretty and wow, a pretty elaborate video.

enjoy.

also, i tipped peresz on lilly and blondie's performance on TODAY this morning. Here is what i wrote:

> On 5/25/07, THE AMAZING CARLISLE wrote:
>> were on the today show this morning and were brilliant. lilly was so
>> cute in a little sundress and white shades. really, cant believe she
>> thought she was fat, she looked amazing.
>> xo.
>>

and HE WROTE BACK.

> is it on you tube?
> xoxo
> p
> Perez Hilton
> Gossip Gangsta
>
> PerezHilton.com
> Celebrity Juice, Not From Concentrate
>
> 8174 Sunset Blvd., Suite #993
> Los Angeles, CA 90046
>
> Email: Perez@perezhilton.com
> AIM: CoolLava1978

YAY!. yeah. i am tres cool. anyways i found the vid and gave it to him, so look out if he posts it up. i think ill go down to sunset and go up to him and tell him i sent him the vid. maybe next week. ill keep you posted.

Oh Lilly

2007-05-25T14:40:00.000-04:00

I ADORE Lilly Allen

I love this song. The video is pretty cute, i LOVE the sets, but puppets have alsways made me feel kinda unconfortable.

Also she did a cover of "Heart of Glass" with Blondie this morning on the Today show and it was brilliant. xo- Carlisle

STORYTIME

2007-05-25T14:09:00.000-04:00

Ok, once there was a girl named Lindsay Lohan. She was in a couple movies, then took a Drew Barrymoore-esque turn and got a "litlle out of controll" something which might also have coincided with the whole "rehab is omg so fucking cool" phenom of the early 00's. ANYWAYS, she does her stint at Wonderland and then begins to party again, saying she isnt drinking but yet running around in her bra at Coachella so yeah total success story. Well I guess little Lindsay thought she has us all fooled into thinking she was an amazingly strong willed recovering alcoholic because ladies and gentleman her 21st birthsay is being sponsored by...

Svedka vodka.

Next year she might not get an Oscar, but maybe the ultimate title of "Worst Recovering Alsoholic Ever"

As "thesuperficial.com" says: "Everything about this just sounds like a good idea. Maybe after the party she can rub herself down with steak and play with some tigers. I mean, as long as we're sticking with good ideas here."

Hey Brit?

2007-05-25T12:20:00.002-04:00

yeah, umm please just stop.

Marc Jacobs

2007-05-25T12:08:00.002-04:00

IS ON MYSPACE!?!?

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=193414838

...so redic.

Maxim's (not so) Hot 100

2007-05-24T01:57:00.000-04:00

How sickening was VH1's special on Maxim's Hot 100? You know, I'm OK with most of it: all of the women looked amazing, most of the interviews were pretty funny, and the list was very well showcased with cool celebrity footage and fun musical montages.

HOWEVER, there were two things that ruined the whole thing for me.

1) All that extra Avril Lavigne stuff was obnoxious and so unnecessary. She was all over that TV special. Why is Avril so important all of a sudden? I don't know what it is about little girls with really big mouths and squeaky voices... they just make me cringe. She was just bouncing off the walls and it got to me a little bit. The freak show was #15 on the list this year.

2) Lindsay Lohan was number 1... WHY?! She sounds like a man! Her uber-manly voice just doesn't rub me the right way... she sounds like a 45 year old chain smoker. To add insult to injury, she looked gross in her interview. Her face was shiny and her hair was a fluffy blond mess. I wanted to tie her up in a leash and take that bitch out for a walk. I liked her a little better as a brunette, or even a red head. But EW, sure she's been in the tabloids a lot lately, but it's mainly due to her drunkenness (even though she's only 20), her questionable fashion choices, her bad movies and her drug use.

And that's NOT sexy if you ask me.

Other than that the list was pretty much on point.

Click here for complete details, or the post title for the list's official website.

-Brokie

The Prince Post

2007-05-24T00:23:00.000-04:00

Oh yes... more eye candy, but much, much more...

Inspired by my roommate Vee's random Facebook messages, I give you Princes William and Harry. Oh they're positively delicious.

Much like every other girl on Earth, Vee is obsessed with and plans to marry either of these hotties. If she ever comes across one of them she plans to, and I quote, "sex him immediately." Personally, I think that Harry has better hair, but if William came up to me one day and said, "Catherine, I love you more than Harry ever will." I would totally go for him. Until that happens, Harry is def my favorite piece of royal ass.

They've always been adorable.

Who doesn't love a momma's boy?

If this doesn't boost our ratings, I don't know what will.

Oh actually these might...

-Brokie

HAHA.

2007-05-22T01:48:00.000-04:00

OMG if i EVER see Seth MacFarlane walking around I will jump his bones.

http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid285859616/bclid294430730/bctid909960076

Old Hollywood

2007-05-22T01:25:00.001-04:00

Oh lord. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Smart. Good Hearted.

I really wish more people under the celebrity spotlight had the both brains and compassion that Brad and Angelina have. They do so much for the less fortunate, purely through the goodness of their own hearts. I really admire them.

I am not sure what America's facination with celebrities has become. It has always existed; people aspired to be as rich, beautiful, and as immortal as the people they saw on the movie screens. Usually people were admired for their beauty and acting abilities. The press used to give more respect to people in the public sphere. Suprisingly, when FDR was president, much of the country did not know he has polio; the press never shot pictures of him below his chest.

I think however, in light of such scandels as Watergate and certain scalatious stories of the British royal family, many people do not crave to be like celebrities, but rather to topple the pedestle upon which they stand. How many news stations were turned on to the Anna Nicole Smith death. Was it because she was a figure many looked up to? No, it was because people were facinated with the consequences of her drug ridden life.

Now that I am back in Los Angeles, I come face to face with this dicotemy. On my way down Sunset I pass the Beverly Hills Hotel. It is a beautiful hotel, pink with its famous bungalows. It stands as a relic of old Hollywood. As I continue down, I come accross all the clubs that serve as celebrity playgrounds. Now the tabloids are full of stories of who is straying off the wagon in these very clubs.

Will this gap between what celebrities used to be and who they have become exist forever? I look at Brangelina and I start to think not. Here is an interview Angelina gave with Ann Curry. Like Drew Barrymoore, I applaud her for getting to a stable place in her life.

On Lies In The Media:

Ann Curry: So if I asked you, for example, right now what's something that's untrue that you would like to say right now is not true, you wouldn't know what was untrue that was written about you?

Angelina Jolie: No.

Nothing?
No. I mean, I can assume. You know, I know there's a cycle of certain things that they keep rewriting or whatever, but I can - and I can assume things made up. But - but, no, I haven't - I haven't a clue. You know? I - (LAUGHTER) and - and why - why would I, you know? There's nothing - there's nothing I have to hide or defend. Or - you know, I'm gonna live my life. And there are gonna be times when people wanna try to attack me and I don't know why, but they will. And that's okay. And this-

It's okay?

Well, there are other things I'm more concerned about. My kids are healthy. I have a lot I want to do in this world. Before I do, I wanna do a lot of things as a woman, as a mom, and - and that's my focus. At the end of the day, I'm gonna - I'm gonna be dead one day. And what people say about me is gonna be what I accomplished and what I did in my life and how my children are. And I don't think it's gonna be whatever was...

Is there anything you'd like to say to people listening now because you now have an unedited audience here - an unedited opportunity to give people to unvarnished truth about who you are and what you stand for. Is there anything that you want to say about yourself?

No. I mean... I have always been honest about who I am, and I've always been very outspoken to press. I think people have heard a lot from me (LAUGHTER) over the years. And - and you do hear more, you know?... People wanna believe negative things, they will. And I can't - I can't - you know, I can't help that.

CLICK HERE for more of Angie's Today show interview!

On her role in A Might Heart:

It's interesting. I was reading that you were actually six months pregnant when you first talked to Mariane.

I was six months pregnant and - and...

But that helped you empathize?

But it was. It was - it was also a very interesting thing because it was, you know, for as much as I was kind of waddling around and feeling the heat and being - I - I couldn't help but look over at this woman and think, "God, she is - she is where I'm at now and I'm having - and not just the physical thing of being pregnant and, oh, that's difficult. And - but I have - I have this man with me who's helping me through this and loves me.

And it's - and it's a joyous moment. And we - and we're about to now also have a baby, and we're gonna look at this baby together across the room at each other. And it's all those things that make that so much more. And to - to not just physically be thinking, "God, how - how is this woman physically dealing with trying to maintain her strength and take care of this baby that's inside of her, working so hard and - and having so much emotional stress?"

But on top of it, what that took away from her, you know? What that took a - away from - from this time in their life, this is the happiest time in their life. And - and what that must be - I - I just can't imagine. I thought about that when I was breastfeeding. I thought about that all through kind of the birth of, you know, that haunted me and that - you know, when I was sitting her quiet, I would think, "God, what - just a few months after, what is that like? What is that like?"

To play her was not easy. To play her at this time of her life was not easy.

I've played real people before, but I-- I never knew them. And, you'd think that would be easier. (LAUGHTER) I did. I think at first but the day before we started shooting, I was - I had - I hardly slept and I was in a panic. And - and - you know, it - I had gotten to know her and I'd gotten to know their son. And the thought that he would see this one day. It was my responsibility to not just show the world but also show him how much his mother loved his father and how much they loved each other and how they handled this time. It was something that haunted me through the whole thing and haunted, I think, everybody involved. Nobody ever really voiced that and nobody really talked about it, but I'm sure it was something that um - and - she did become a friend. So how do you - how do you play - I'm sure if somebody said to you, you know, your great girlfriend has gone through the most horrible thing in her life. Why don't you stand up and show us what she went through and how it felt?

Again, sorry.

2007-05-22T01:18:00.000-04:00

Since I have been absent from my poor blog for all of maybe three days, I again apologize with a picture of a hott boy:

This boy is a German/Dutch model. Click on the title of this post for the place where I found him. (No, sadly, you will not be teleported into my backyard.)

Here is a little bit about this man.

Aaron / Kult Model Agency
Name: Aaron Bruckner Agency: Kult Model Agency Age: 19 Height: 6'1 1/2", 1.88m Place of Origin: Westerwald, Germany Ethnic Origin: 1/3 Dutch, 3/4 German. Birthsign: Pisces. How discovered: Was discovered by a scout while shopping in Dusseldorf. Favorite things: To be creative and ambitious Favorite music, band: Electro, house, chill out. Hobbies: Dainty food, grateful music, arduous sports, profound literature. Favorite foods: Chinese. One thing you'd like to do before 30: To get married. Place you'd love to visit: Perth (Australia).

Drooling, Carlisle

Hello Darlings

2007-05-22T01:11:00.000-04:00

Sorry, I've been busy going accross country for well probably the twentieth time this year, but now that I'm all settled, I admit I am proud of the way I packed up my room, secured an internship, and watched my brother's school perform Wicked three times without joining them onstage (by the third time I knew all the words). You know who i am also proud of???

Aww britbrit. Good Job. Yellow is the new color of spring (HELLO REESE WITHERSPOON OMG HOW AMAZING HAS SHE LOOKED LATELY???) anyways. I hear that Brit is now adding extentions to her hair instead of buying wigs at the 99 cent store.

Sadly, most of her outifts POST this picture have sucked, but small steps brit, smal steps.

WTF?

2007-05-21T04:16:00.000-04:00

How lame was the cover of Cosmopolitan this month?

I honestly have no idea why Ashlee Simpson was on there... there is nothing fun or fearless about her, plus she just recently got a new face- and it's NOT that cute. The actual article was uneventful to say the least; it was extremely boring and about 8 1/2 sentences long. I'm not blaming the poor author of this article (they probably made her do it), but rather the intellectually stale subject. This poor writer had nothing good to work from and the piece pretty much made me feel bad for the woman who sat down and tried to get real answers from Ashlee. The writer was reduced to handing her a Cosmo Quiz worksheet. It contained pretty much all the highlights (barely) of her interview including such random Ashlee facts as:

- Her favorite body part: boobs
- She feels that the statement, "you can have a good relationship without amazing sex" is both true and false.
-She feels sexiest in bed.

...among other riveting blurbs.

The reason why it irks me so much that she's on the cover is because the women on there usually have more to say and are in the media spotlight around the time of their issue. They usually describe a celebrity's philosophy on life, love, health or whatever. She isn't doing much right now besides dating that ugly guitar player in Fall Out Boy, and it seems that Ashlee here went on a prissy little ego trip during this interview talking about her hair, her boobs, and the fact that she's starting to like the beach now.

Psh! I knew what was in store when I saw that plastic nose on there. Shame on me for giving in anyway.

Disappointing Cosmo, shame on you too.

-Brokie

they say the next big thing is here

2007-05-20T01:20:00.000-04:00

...but it's all just a little bit of history repeating. love that song. anyway, speaking of next big things, i'm venturing away from my usual politico-rants and going for music. faithful, loyal readers, download the following. i promise you won't be disappointed. if you are, you can stop commenting on my posts. oh, wait.

the fratellis:
flathead
chelsea dagger
henrietta

xx
ek

ps i've linked the video for "henrietta" below, because i like it the best, but you can easily find the rest on youtube - i'd prefer that people listen to the songs first, and watch the trippy pin-up girl videos second, but that's just me.

The Rhode Island School of Design

2007-05-18T09:19:00.000-04:00

Emma: Today has been a pretty bad day for all of our friends. Did anything happen to you?
Carly: Hmmm. Oh! I got crazy glue in my eye.

So Long RISD.

COPS

2007-05-17T21:35:00.000-04:00

Not everyone has a bright future in sales. Take this agile, yet vertically challenged, man. He just can't seem to get it together, and constantly runs from the law.

Enter, Officer Rosenthal- an admirable law enforcer with a warm heart. The litte man puts up quite the chase, but his itty bitty legs are no match for Officer Rosenthal's fervent will power.

Slow down little guy, all he wants to do is help you!!

At least there's a happy ending. I love COPS.

-Brokie

Love Don't Live Here Anymore

2007-05-17T00:45:00.000-04:00

Note: I wrote this blog entry at 2:17 am last night. I did not immediately post it because my mother refuses to pay for anything but dial-up (it’s the cheapest), which is so damn slow that they are just paying for me to fucking ignore it. It was taking forever for the window to load so I just turned off the internet altogether, typed it up as a word document, and saved it to upload from my sister’s apartment (where the broadband is found). The following was on my mind at the time last night...

My house makes me fucking angry. I want to smash my lap top into millions of tiny little pieces. Here’s why:

The big old TV in my living room is older than me. I mean, it’s a fucking antique; I suspect it once belonged to Jesus. Unfortunately there’s nothing divine about this piece of shit. Even though the TV and I grew up together and have seen some good times in the many years we’ve lived under the same roof, it just will not stop torturing me. It has a habit of shielding whatever it is that I’m trying to watch with an annoyingly faint green tint that will NOT go away no matter how hard I hit that fucking box. Oh MY GOD… It makes everyone on TV GREEN. WHAT THE FUCK?! Besides the fact that it might be an artifact of religious significance for my mother, I feel that we haven’t gotten rid of it because the picture is not green ALL of the time. In fact, my family can go months without a hint of this green veil of evil (oh I’m so clever). And when it does happen, it doesn’t shroud my channel surfing… or lame ass celebrity poker. Oh NO, it only gets between me and whatever object of my desire; and it’s always something that’s really amazing (it just happened to be COPS just a few short minutes ago). It does this just to spite me, I know it. The worst part is that there is absolutely nothing I can do to seek revenge against the TV. Its feelings don’t get hurt when I call it a fucking bitch ass bastard at the top of my lungs. It does not get bruised when I smack it in the screen with my hard flip flop. And it most certainly does not cry or bleed when I beat it with its own worthless remote- did I mention that the remote does not respond to batteries? That’s right, I have to get off my pretty little ass EVERY TIME and press the fucking button in PERSON. It’s just a sad, sad situation.

At least I’ve figured out the only thing that will alleviate my rage- I must set the television on fire. Yes ladies and gentlemen, the only way that the fucking TV will suffer is by melting. I want its stupid screen to burst, its straggly little wires to sear, and its ugly fake oak finish to sizzle due to the blazing flames that will devour that bitch right before my eyes. MUAHAHAHA!!

Unfortunately, this is the one thing I can’t do because the TV is INSIDE the damn house; and I can’t do it outside because it’s too heavy for me to lift… fucking fat ass. I hate this; I’m getting a migraine just thinking about how much I despise the fucking TV (instead of feeling less angry like I thought I would). Ok, I’m going to bed now. I’ve had it with this Godforsaken box…. But I swear, I will take that metal baseball bat from the ugly little boy across the street and pound it over and over again until I feel it in my soul that the TV has felt enough pain for the torment it puts me through every time I try to be with it… or until my arms start hurting, or until I break a nail or whatever else will require me to put the weapon down.

Oh, and I’m sleeping at my sister’s house tonight.

-Brokie

apologies, i'm back

2007-05-15T13:32:00.000-04:00

note: apparently the new way to make links on blogger is to click the post title. not sure why, but that's where my links will be. sorry.

before carly kills me for not posting, i apologize - i started my summer internship yesterday, and i've had to move to leesburg, virginia and find housing in about four days. i'm not quite done with this process yet, but i'll try to find more time to post. really.

anyway, i'm working in political pr/marketing, and part of my current task involves media research, so i keep coming across interesting articles. i'll post a few if any are really of note, but in the meantime, here's one from hillary, saying our generation doesn't know how to work. good job, hillary - start alienating the younger generation. that way we can continue to encourage voter apathy (i also saw voter registration stats lately - not good) and discourage young people from any political involvement, since all of our candidates nowadays are really (for the most part) a bunch of older white guys who suddenly discovered myspace.

bonus points to any readers who manage to make joke connecting politicians with all the other old creepy white guys on myspace.

oh yeah, and hillary's discovered text messaging. she hopes it will help her better communicate with voters...because nothing says "i care" like a text message sent to thousands of people from one of hillary's staffers. i'll link to the article when i have time, if you're desperate in the meantime look on wonkette.

that's all for now, more updates on "emma's exciting life in leesburg" still to come. stay tuned.

ek

OMG what the fuck is going down on Maury

2007-05-13T21:25:00.000-04:00

haha brokie will like this:
it's a woman scared to death of a baloon

and this guy is scared of peaches! he hates the "feel, the touch, the look"

and the ever terrifying pickles

and sadly, i react the exact same way about birds. just hate them.. the little fucks.

Where I'm Interning This Summer

2007-05-13T17:53:00.000-04:00

Ok, fine, time to brag. I GOT AN INTERNSHIP!!!

heres the company:

http://www.zoicstudios.com/

Out of her mind with happiness, Carlisle

Sorry

2007-05-13T17:31:00.000-04:00

I've been paying attention to the whole ratings buisness of this blog, and I've noticed that pretty much, we are dropping fast.

I Understand, we haven't posted a lot. I'm sorry. Seriously.

As a present, (I know VEE will enjoy this) here are many hot male celebs shirtless.

YOUR WELCOME, Carlisle

Adam Brody

Ashton Kutcher

Brad Pitt

Colin Farrell

Mark Wahlberg (he actually has a third nipple, on the right side)

Open Letter From Candy Spelling to Paris HIlton

2007-05-13T17:13:00.000-04:00

Happy Mother's Day!!!!

This is a letter posted on TMZ.com from Candy Spelling (Tori Spelling's Mom) to Paris Hilton

Dear Paris,

As someone who has known you for most of your life, I pay special attention to your press coverage. (Apparently, I'm not alone, based on the responses every word about you creates on TMZ.com and elsewhere.)

Paris, I'm very worried about you. The last week has not only been an obvious roller-coaster for you emotionally, but your strategy went from blaming employees and stating silly excuses like, "I don't read," to your new lawyer's tactic to have you sound mature and take some responsibility. In between, the paparazzi continue to follow you shopping and taking self-defense classes (to protect yourself in jail?), and some over-zealous friends staged embarrassing protests (three people?), and wasted taxpayer funds with a petition to pardon you.

People who are rich and famous are not treated like "regular" people, even though you claim to now be just like everyone else. In most situations, your privileged life works to your benefit. You have opportunities, access and resources like few others; and frankly, you can get away with more bad behavior and excuses than most people could even imagine. However, as the real possibility of jail approaches -- whether it's 21 days or 45 or whatever the latest report is -- it's time to get real. It's time to find "a Paris" somewhere between "heiress" and a character on "The Simple Life." I know she's there, and I know she can be a good citizen and maturely face consequences other people would have to face under the same circumstances.

I am sorry you have been sentenced to jail. I can't think of too much that would be worse. But since you let this happen, use the next couple of weeks preparing not only by publicly learning to fight (not a good message to fellow inmates), but by looking around, realizing that you are not as truly entitled as your money implies. You are a young woman who can add more to her community than establishing new definitions for infamy.

Best,

Candy Spelling

Randomness

2007-05-13T17:06:00.000-04:00

This is a vintage pic perezhilton just put up of Adam Levine and John Mayer kissing onstage.

This reminds me of a party I went to with a certain unnamed co-author of this blog. We were in some abandoned wherehouse thing, and everyone was in some state of non-soberness.

Unnamed Co-Author: Omg! Those two boys are making out.
Me: Oh, yeah they are
UCA: Wow, that's so cool! I've never seen that in person before.
Me: Well, there you go.
UCA: I want to like just join in.
Me: Umm, well something tells me that would be unwelcome.

Yours in warm weather, Carlisle

Keep it Clean, Please.

2007-05-13T13:19:00.000-04:00

It's ridiculous what celebrities think they can get away with these days. Being rich and famous does not make you immune to real consequences for unacceptable behavior. Endorsement deals particularly entail watching what you do or say because it's your job to keep your image clean and likable. Can these idiots not remember that age old cliche- image is everything? Is that so difficult to understand?

With that said...My roommate is a HUGE Akon fan; I mean, he's all she listens to. Anyway, she casually mentioned to me earlier that Verizon dropped Akon from their endorsements after he was dry humping a teenage girl on stage during one of his concerts in Trinidad.

This was seriously something I had to see... and it turned out to be worse than anything I ever expected. Seriously, this dude is gross. Look for yourself:

Ok so, I couldn't find the full length clip of it (it's not on YouTube anymore), but this report pretty much shows the gist of what he did on stage- he just basically banged the shit out that little girl all around the stage. It was quite disturbing.

On a lighter note: here's a different kind of crazy stage antic; a more endearing one. So I've read that Amy Winehouse gets drunk off her tiny little ass regularly while performing on stage. This is a clip of her and the straight laced Charlotte Church performing a cover of MJ's "Beat it." SOoo funny!

Hey, at least she didn't start humping Charlotte Church. I love Amy!!

-Brokie

I Fucking Love Jon Stewart

2007-05-10T23:13:00.000-04:00

No Pity

2007-05-09T21:11:00.000-04:00

This girl deserves what she gets. She is a horrible, spoiled person who (on tape) has lets just say dropped the n-bomb a few times. I don't judge people by rumors, but what was unearthed from her secret little stoage unit cemented her fate in my mind.

Oh and yeah, she was spotted driving around LA AGAIN. Damn, if I see that btch when I go home next week I will personally pull over my car, chase her down, and scream, "BITCH, TAKE A FUCKING HINT!"

Exasperated, Carlisle

Scary News From the West Coast

2007-05-09T14:01:00.000-04:00

There has been a big fire raging in the Griffith Park area of Los Angeles. I has so far scorched 600 acres of the historic park. Thankfully all the landmarks: The Griffith Park Observatory, Los Angeles Zoo, Travel Town, That Place Where I Used To Ride The Ponies (ok, it is important to me, and to the ponies), The Train Museum, and the Hollywood Sign were saved, and none were damaged.

300 homes had to be evacuated. Why is this story near and dear to my heart? Not only because I live in LA, but also because my best friend Cristen was evacuated. All residents were allowed to return home today, and only one home suffered damage.

At present time the fire is 40% controlled. They think it may have ben started by a discarded ciggarette (guess Smokey the Bear was right) and exacerbated by the unusually high temps and Santa Ana winds.

Go to:

http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/05/09/la.fire/index.html

or click on the title of this post for the CNN report.

Whenever I Feel Like the East Coast is Too Weird

2007-05-09T13:58:00.000-04:00

I comiserate with Elle Woods:

Love, Carlisle

Hello Beautiful People

2007-05-09T13:40:00.000-04:00

I, the darling Miss Carlisle Alessandra Ann Frances O"Brien Williams, am still sick; however, far be it from me to leave you all stranded with nothing to read (as, ahem, my esteemed co-authors have.

To date I have a fever, headache, bloody, stuffy nose (they think i broke a capilary), and sore throat. I went to the doctors again today, and to this laundry list of symptoms they added allergy congunctivitis. In English: My eyes hurt.

I'm sorry; that was gross. The point of that was to point out to my co-authors that SURELY they are not in such dire straits as I am, and therefore should get off their lazy butts and write.

phew.

Anyways, I come to you today to ask your OPINIONS. See, the comment feature here is of infinate amusement to me (I love reading your feedback) yet none of you EVER comment. You can do it anonymously folks. It's simple.

As you may or may not have noticed, I got bored and SPIFFED up the blog. I think it's well, really pretty. Thoughts? Suggestions?

Please America, I know it's hard ( I shouldn't be offended, most of the American population doesnt even vote for the freakin people in charge of them) but try to muster up an opinion one way or another.

Go ahead, make my day.

From the Sick Bed...

2007-05-08T17:41:00.000-04:00

I've been dreadfully sick the whole da. In addition to the cocktail of pills I'm taking every 4-6 hours I've decided that the best remedy for being sick is Lucille Ball.

After watching 3 hours of "I Love Lucy" I decided to look up something on youtube to show you all. Unfortunately, there isn't that much on there; however I have discovered another gem. The "Lucy Show" Lucille Ball and Vivianne Vance's folow up to "I Love Lucy". It revolves around the divorced Lucy Camichel and her friend Vivianne.

In this episode they are having a shower installed, however Lucy insults the plumber and he quits. Lucy and Viv decide to finish it themselves, and it results in the hilarity below:

In addition, the pilot "Lucy waits up for Chris" is great. Now I'm watching "Lucy and the Ceramic Cat". God they were gorgeous.

Yours in Sudafed, Carlisle

The Spy Who Loved Me

2007-05-06T18:18:00.000-04:00

Emma and I have this slight James Bond thing (see earlier posts) and I think I am speaking for the two of us when I say that Brokie's post title below got "Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon and, well the entire title sequence of "The Spy Who Loved Me" with Roger Moore and Barbera Bach (future Mrs. Ringo Starr). Brilliant Movie, Brilliant song. Carly Simon is great. I'm not saynig this because I'm prejudiced for people with the same name... absolutely not.

After a lot of searching, I bring you:

Yours in the Union Jack, Carlisle

Don't Make Us Laugh... Nobody Does It Better

2007-05-06T14:32:00.000-04:00

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Oh please. My idiot boyfriend Jordan (who calls himself Jord-o) and his friend James have recently created a blog that is dedicated to "loving the Midwest" and mainly rivaling this one. I don't remember why they decided to embark on this pointless mission, but I do know that their obnoxious, wannabe website is not even remotely cooler than Televised, Tabloidized, & Exceedingly Well-dressed. We're cuter, classier, and have better legs than those collar-popping clowns (oh, and the alleged collar-popping is just a gimmick; in reality, Jordan (or Jord-o, whatever) hates popped collars. The blog, called Collar-Popping, Plex-Obsessed, Hopelessly Drunk and Self Centered (ridiculous, yet fitting nonetheless), is an absurd attempt to belittle the legitimacy of our pretty little chunk of the world wide web.

Not only did those boys arbitrarily set themselves up for failure, but they also proved that they are jealous of what we've accomplished. That other blog is essentially a male chauvinist and narcissistic attack on a successful endeavor set forth by a group of intelligent and witty (not to mention attractive) girls. They are trying to prove that boys do computers better than girls do. Clearly, they are a couple of bored copycats who wish they could be as cool as Emma, Carly and I are.

Really guys, that's cute... and we're flattered... but don't get too carried away in your wishful thinking and assume that you've started some sort of glorious take-over here (Jordan, we've talked about what happens when we assume). We all know that your Midwest thing is going no where. I mean, who even knows what constitutes as the Midwest anyway? That is an obscure and far away place for the rest of us normal Americans. At least now we know it's somewhat populated... you've accomplished that much. Gold stars for both of you!

Nice try guys, but we're better. It's as simple as that. Everyone who reads our blog, and in turn glances at yours out of pure curiosity, knows that the girls are on top and we simply do it better. At least now we have insignificant underlings to step on while we're up there.

Kisses!

-Brokie

ps... Jordan, you have pretty eyes, but biters never prosper!

Also, some songs about girls kicking ass. enjoy.

speaking of which...

2007-05-04T22:33:00.000-04:00

This song pretty much fits the mood from the post below.

I love Ne-Yo. He's a hit-maker (but man is he a bad dancer).

-Brokie

ps... it kinda sucks when your boyfriend is out drinking with his philosophy class... and all the rest of your friends aren't doing anything... so you can't really take advantage of the temporary freedom. Dammit, I blame Carly. She left me alone tonight.

AWWWWW

2007-05-04T00:13:00.000-04:00

This is an adorble picture.

Here's hoping all of you can find someone to be as happy with as Angelina and Brad seem to be with each other.

In an extraordinarily good mood, Carlisle

Vive L'Europe!

2007-05-02T22:57:00.000-04:00

Ooh comme j'adore l'Euro-pop.

Voila Gunther.

Oh and remember Die Prinzen?? Word up to Deutschland, ja!

Love it!!

-Brokie

I Hope No One Ever Publishes MY High School Yearbook Photos

2007-05-02T17:53:00.000-04:00

Ha. Look at this:

George Tenent went to high school with Ron Jeremy! Hee. This makes me laugh. I really wonder who I might be linked to in the future? Who from Andover's class will be what? Any weird pairings you can think of? Comments welcome.

And yes, I've now decided this is a contest for most interesting combo. Example:

Hollywood celebrities Brokie and Carlisle went to high school with President Emma King! How interesting!

or

Known coke-head __________ went to high school with noted political scientist ______.

This should be interesting.

BRITS BACK!

2007-05-02T17:02:00.000-04:00

See y'all, I knew you were doubters. I, the daughter of hollywood, knew from massive devouring of gossip blogs, that Britney was performing under the stage name of "M + Ms" (for Mom and Ms. [she is single... get it... yeah]) at the House of Blues in San Diego, Anaheim, and Hollywood. No one believed me, but here:

She showed up at the House of Blues San Diego, played a 20 min set (Baby One More Time (remix), I'm a Slave For You, Breathe on Me, Do Something, Toxic) and left.

I knew my Brit had it in her! I'm so proud. Some are "outraged/suprised" that she lipsynced, but seriously, lord knows when you go to a Brit show you are going to get intense dancing and an entertaining performance. Watch the "Britney Spears Live In Las Vegas" show and you'll see her dance her ass off, pant and sweat, yeat never falter in the song. I don't care. She is killer.

Check this TMZ link for really good footage:

http://www.tmz.com/2007/05/02/britneys-stripperific-onstage-lap-dance/

You're Welcome
-Carlisle

R. Kelly Rises Up

2007-05-02T14:48:00.000-04:00

I was a little weary this morning when I heard a clip of R. Kelly's new song dedicated to the victims of the tragic VT massacre. I assumed that since R Kelly's career and reputation toppled significantly after that sex tape scandal with a minor in 2002, he was just trying to look good again by adding this dedication to his latest single. Before he got caught seducing a little girl, he had been pretty much on top of the world since the early 90's with such hits as "I believe I Can Fly," "Bump N Grind" and "I'm Your Angel" (a collabo with international diva Celine Dion). After listening to his latest single (which sounds VERY similar to his most popular hit "I Believe I Can Fly"), "Rise Up," I thought, "WOAH Kelly... I see exactly what you're trying to do here; you're attempting to use this tragedy to build up some of that wholesomeness (and not to mention accumulate some dinero) you lost after peeing on that 16 year old girl. Oh NO, Kelly I see right through you mister, and you should be utterly ASHAMED."

However, as I looked into the whole dedication deal, I discovered that all the proceeds from the single are going to VT's memorial fund for the victims. The lyrics came to him while sitting in his tour bus after hearing about the tragedy. I then decided that perhaps R. Kelly is just trying to gain our trust back. Maybe, he isnt a big huge perve. My better instincts led me to simply give him the benefit of the doubt and support his sympathetic endeavor to spread that sense of national condolence to the victims' families throughout the hip hop community. I'm sure that the inner-city kid who doesnt watch CNN, but listens to the hip hop radio station, is now going to hear about the song's connection to this tragedy and be that much more informed and aware of what the rest of the country is going through.

::Ok Kelly, I see what you were thinking... you felt bad on your bus, you wrote a little song, and the kids end up just as touched as you were. That's sweet. Hmm...this is gonna do wonders for your image Kelly. You knew that the American people were a bunch of sappy motherfuckers, didnt you?::

I just can't help having mixed feelings about Kelly's might-be-mission here... it just seems so random that R. Kelly, out of all artists, is singing about the VT massacre. Actually, now that I think about it, I feel that I'd probably be just as suspicious of any other popular artist who tried to further their career or up their image using a tragic event such as this one. I'm just not sure how honorable a celebrity's intentions are when they use their talent (their job, really) to capitalize on such a touchy subject.

In any case, I'll keep convincing myself that R. Kelly is just trying to do a good deed. My heart goes out to those who suffered this tragedy too, Kelly.

Brokie

ps- this is the remix to that R. Kelly spoof by Dave Chappelle. he's a clown.

hey, i'm still here

2007-05-01T23:23:00.000-04:00

...i'm just buried in work for the next week or so. i promise i'll try to post more in the meantime, i got complaints that i don't write enough (sorry meghan). i'd argue that it's all relative, and it's hard to top carly's scientology story. but here's something to amuse you all anyway.

as you can see if you bother to click on the link, or as i will explain for you if you don't feel like taking a chance on my links (i know, mine are hit or miss...you expect a cute picture of celebrity children like catherine links to, and you get politics, sorry). anyway, los angeles is apparently the most polluted city in the u.s. (big surprise), and pittsburgh is second. which, for the unobservant, directly relates to this blog: carly is from los angeles, and i'm from pittsburgh. any correlation between growing up in polluted areas and the ability to write snarky blog posts on there internet? the jury's still out, but i'll say this: catherine's post are usually a lot calmer, nicer, and less rant-y than mine, and typically feature adorable babies. and lawrence, massachusetts was definitely not on the pollution list.

-ek

Adventures In Scientology

2007-05-01T09:48:00.000-04:00

In light of what Brokie just posted, I thought it would be timely to tell you all a horrifying story; a story so bone chilling you won't sleep for weeks.

It is tentitivly titled: "That Time Cristen and I Decided to Go to the Scientology Celebrity Centere"

It all began one fine, lovely, sunny California day when I called Cristen because I was in her neck of the woods. I needed to go buy some things, so I decided that we should go together. As we were heading down towards, well fine Amoeba Records and Hustler (don't even ask), we passed something we pass very often: The Church of Scientology Celebrity Centre". As we were in the car, we both turned to each other and said, hey, why don't we try to sneak in there?

See, what you may or may not know about Cristen and I is that we have a slight problem with tersspassing into places where we are not allowed to go; the more forbidden, the better.

After my first attempt at parallel parking (it only took about 20 minutes) we headed for the main gate.

It seemed a little risky to just barge right in, we needed to get a lay of the land. We werent sure how to pull this off, so we decided to first head around the side entrance.

After making our way through this maze thing we headed up the stairs and saw:

There were gardens and courtyards and SCORE, a resteraunt. See, people less psychotic as Crist and I, resteraunts are always good because, if questioned, you can always tell people you are meeting someone there, waiting for a table, ect. If they get too suspicious, pretend you just got a call saying they can't meet you for lunch, and get the hell out of there.

Anyways, we decided this back ent=rance thing was the way to go, so we walked around the resteraunt, through a back door and into a long, mahogany hall.

Now that we were inside, we needed to regroup, so we headed into a bathroom. After applying lipstick and discussing our plan (we were "guests" at the hotel, and therefore entitled to walk around the lobby) we ventured out. Right accross from the bathroom was something we hadnt noticed when we walked in:

This my friends is L. Ron Hubbard's office, and this picture does not do the creepyness of it justice. It is like a presidential museum, its roped off and has a little plaque (which said somehting to the effect that even tho the guy's dead they always have to keep an office for him.) What they ALSO didn't decide to tell us about were these weird machines in the corner (not pictured). They kinda looked like suitcases that, when opened, had little film reels and wires in them.

We decided that us staring into this room in horror was a bit suspicious, so we stuck with the plan and headed towards the lobby. There was a smaller lobby at the end of the mahogany hall: it had a partition wall made up of posters and flat screen TV's telling us about all the different fundamentals of Scientology. At the end of this lobby was a reception desk and stairs leading up and back into a hall. We knew that this was where we wanted to explore, however the reception desk was posing a slighht problem. Instead, we decided to go around the partition wall and into the other part of the lobby.

Isn't that beautiful? Seriously, aside from this being really creepy it was gorgeous. See those stairs in the back? More on those later.

So after we had hung around the lobby a little bit, we decided we had to head back to the bathroom to develop some sort of plan. While in the bathroom, which, I might point out, was a SINGLE person bathroom, therefore we were also aware that this joint-bathroom going looked a little suspicious. As we were in the bathroom, we suddenly heard a lot of commotion. We tentively ventured out, and saw a group of about well maybe 40 Hispanic people. There were woman, children, men, and they were all heading up the forbidden reception stairs. Cristen and I immediately thought: Perfect, we will go in the middle of the crowd and blend in. Well, ladies and gentleman, we got past the reception desk, up the stairs, and then saw this:

All these people were being hearded down a small hall and into this room by a Scientology lady. At this point we faced a hard decision: how to explain why we, the two gringas, were merrily going inot this film room with the rest of the group. It was then we calmly backed up and bolted back into that beautiful lobby.

Now we had a lay of the land, and knowing that there was a lot more to explore back in that forbidden hall was killing us; however, Scientologists are scary, and we didn't want to get thrown out by them, or worse, converted (we are both VERY proud Catholic girls "Katie Holmes COME BACK".)

While we were in the lobby, we suddenly remembered those stairs. This was a particularly dangeous decision. We had no idea what was up there, who was up there, or what we would encounter.

So yeah, up the stairs we went.

As Cristen led the way and I checked to make sure no one was following us, we headed up the stairs and found a hallway with long classrooms, and many Scientology people walking around.

This is supposedly what the classrooms looked like; we never made it inside of one so we can't verify this. Oh, btdubs, all these pics are from the Scientology Celebrity Centre Website, its not like we had time to bust out the high tech cameras.

This, dear readers, is a time in spying where you have to suddenly really convincingly act like you are 100% supposed to be there. Cristen and I straightened up, heads held high, and walked around talking to each other as if we belonged. After we turned a corner in a hall we found a bullitain board. Brilliant. We had time to regroup and talk which pretending to look at all the stuff posted. A few people walked by and gave us somewhat weird looks, but we were merrily discussing such buillitain board events as the "Scientology Christmas Event". On the board were job applications, and Cristen, honestly the smartest person I know, decided to grab one as a souviner and a decoy in case someone asked questions.

And ask they did.

PART TWO: THE SPANISH INQUISITION

As Cristen and I headed back down the hall towards the stairs we were still debating whether or not we wanted to leave this floor, or more importantly, how to stay up here without looking suspicious. We were at the top of the stairs by a display of books (for sale on the holidays) and pretended to discuss which book to buy but realy muttering about our game plan. Well, while we were up here, a woman whose name was jamie or Jennie or something (Crist will remember) came up to us and asked what we were doing. Now, when you are presented with an opportunity like this, only the most seasoned spies will proceed as Cristen and I did. We said, "Oh, our cousin wanted us to pick up a job application, but you know we were here anyways and we became interested in the religion as we were walking around" See, you think this is the exact wrong answer, but we knew if we were interested, these weirdos would try to recruit us, and in addition, we would probably be able to see more of the Centre. Seh offered us a tour and we accepted. As we walked down the stairs, we were interrogated by Jamie about who our cousin was, why she wanted the application (answer: she had a friend who did work here and reccomended a job and told her where to get the app.) and why the cousin wasnt here herself; however, this was all worth it when she whisked us by the reception desk, past the part of the forbidden hall we had already ventured into, and into a room filled with more posters and TV's.

As we were instructed to sit down, Cristen and I new we were about to go on an adventure, an adventure that we knew we had to be very cautious in proceeding.

As we sat down Cristen and I found ourselves with a security guard who was talking to a woman about the religion. Suppoedly he had been a security guard here and now wanted to join.

We were handed sheets of paper on which we had to write our names and addresses, ect. GULP. Hmm. Lucky Cristen and I have become telepathic over the years, so we put our RISD addresses and fake names. As we were doing this, more interrogation occured about our stupid fake cousin; however we also had to talk about why were putting Rhode Island addresses down, and it was then that Crist and I got the golden ticket: The Scientology Celeb Centre is not a center for Celebrities, it is a centre for artists, and our going to art school meant that we could visit the centre any time we wanted and use the facilities. She haded us a bunch of flyers, and she woman who was the voice of Bart on the Simpsons (who is a Scientologist) was comming to speak. We were beginning to think, "hey, this might not be so bad. We totally won't ever become Scientologists, but we can wander around and go to these lectures and see Tom Cruise and it won't be a big deal.

Then, Ms. Bitchy Interrogator Decided to explain the religion to us.

PART THREE: WOW, WE OBVIOUSLY WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL.

She began by asking us to stand up and direct our attention to the screen in front of us. We woke up ten minutes later chained to the desk of L. Ron Hubbard. No, we watched a movie. It was about a subject now near and dear to my heart, DIANETICS.

Here is what I learned from the video. You have bad memories? and because you have then they influence your life now? and you have to let them go or else they make your health suffer? so you have to release them?

All the question marks are there because I have actually no idea what these people are talking about. Even sadder was the video kinda made sense at the time, mostly because it showed a man remembering car crashes and it looked sad so I kinda understood why you might want to release them, but they kept talking about your mind being a movie and film being recorded and in retrospect, its really confusing. However; you cannot turn to your Scientologist minder and proclaim, "This makes no sense", so we asked some nice questions, and were directed down the hall back towards the partition wall. We passed a picture of this excersise room:

Part of our Dianetics movie was about how to get rid of these memories, which was through E-Machines and these excersise. A whole nother poster was devoted to this, however when we asked about it, she hastily glossed over this info. It was then Cristen and I knew she was giving us the diluted tour, the tour reserved for teenage girls who arent the celebrities giving all the money to this place. In light of this knowledge, Cristen and I became a little more angry with this bitch. We were listening to her whole spiel, why wouldnt she show us all the goods?

We were directed towards the posters near the reception area, a poster about the mind, body and soul. Oh wait, no. The mind, body and THETA. (Mind you, all my info about Dianetics and Theta are exactly from what i remember, how they the Scientologists tried to explain it to me. I am purposefully not going back to the website to recheck what I remember, I'm trying to convey how it felt to be Cristen and I right then.)

This was a non-movie poster, so the Bitchy Lady decided to explain that you have to nourish your mind and body, but then your Theta was well, your soul kinda thing. I don't remember how she explained it, all i remember is Cristen saying that (since we had already explained to Ms. Bitch that wer WERE Catholics, but looking for an alternative) the theta was kinda like the soul in Christianity, right? The kinda center of your spiritual life. Oh god. This was the WRONG thing to say. Ms. Bitch was like, no, its your Theta. Cristen replied, well I mean, its kinda like your soul because... and the woman was liike no, its like your Theta. Around and around they went until I thought I was going to explode wiht laughter and Cristen gave up.

It was around this point that Jamie lost her patience with us completely. She, the sly little woman, decided that since we OBVIOUSLY were having some trouble with Scientology, we shoudl buy some books. We wer not so keen on the idea, so we tried to ask more questions and pretend to understand the religion better. Jamie replied the, just like Christians and the Bible, you have to read the texts to understand. What we decided not to tell her was that priests rarely just get frustrated with you and say, "Hey, just read the book and come back with questions."

As she walked us to the book store, we passed that creepy L. Ron Hubbard office. She explained a little about that, and then directed us to the bookstore, or as it is more affectionately known "Where the Scientologists Try to Wheedle All Your Money Out of You."

We walked in and she pointed to a selection of books. She started loading our arms wiht about 6 or 7 books, including a DVD called something to the effect of "Psychiatry Kills" with a graveyard and a lot of blood on the cover. It ws then Crist and I began the evasive maneauvers. We said since we were sisters we only needed ONE copy of each book, and we should probably start off small with maybe... just... two. (We cited lack of money, and as we opened our wallets to lay had to hide the excess money) We ended up with "Dianetics" and "The Fundamentals of Scientology"

As we paid, I said I was happy I was buying the Dianetics book, I used to suffer from headaches from my ADHD meds and how medicine never helped. Suddenly, the whole room was silent; you could have heard a pin drop. "You took WHAT?" Jamie said. Freaked out and scared, I kinda just stood there. After half a second she began a RANT about how psychiatric drugs were so harmful, how America over medicates, and how I might DIE from having taken these meds. It was all Cristen and I could do to not die laughing. She was so deadly serious, yet the thought that I might die from these meds was utterly rediculous.

While we were checking out (and to our dismay our names wer already logged into their computer database) the Bitchy Jamie (having calmed down from her rant. I really wanted to offer her a Prozac, but I thought she might kill me) flipped through a book on the life of L.Ron Hubbard. Like a fan with a rockstar she showed us his baby pictures, explained how he used to be a photographer, and gazed adoringly at pictures of him leading lectures. When she got to a page with the E-Machines, Cristen and I saw an opportunity. We asked what they were, and noted that we saw them for sale in the store and in L. Ron Hubbard's office, and this lady avoided the question like she was guarding a deep secret.

So, becoming rapidly bored with this and scared of being coerced into buying more things, Cristen and I took our reciept, went to the car, and exchanged our Christmas presants: "Dianetics" for me and "Fundamentals of Scientology" for Cristen.

Happy Holidays.

Tom Sucks

2007-04-30T14:21:00.000-04:00

OMG... Why is Tom Cruise such a freak?

Honestly, what happened to the dreamy Air Force pilot days? Or the days when he was just an all-American hunk of man-love with a sexy smile? Back in the Jerry McGuire days I would dream about a teary eyed Tom staring deep into my eyes and uttering a heavenly, "Catherine...you complete me" right before I dove into his herculean arms for the most romantic kiss of my life.

However, that was then... and now I see him for what he really is: A psycho man-pigmy control freak. He creeps me out. I feel so bad for Katie Holmes. I don't understand how that wholesome girl got suckered into devoting her entire life to Tom and his wacko Scientology. Katie is but a delicate caged bird... sing Katie SING!!

Ok so, this Scientology Tom advertises everywhere was developed by a science fiction writer...c'mon Tom, some sci-fi obsessed geek INVENTED it. WTF? According to US Weekly, some of the religion's tenets include:

Extraterrestrial Evil- based on the belief that aliens captured the souls of humans during a galactic battle against an evil alien-tyrant named Xenu 75 million years ago.

Human Healing- John Travolta (a devoted scientologist) healed Sting when he was sick once...CREEPY.

Telekinesis- apparently Scientology can teach you how to move ash trays with your mind. Clearly, Carrie was a Scientologist too... and remember what happened to everyone who hung out with her?? THEY DIED.

My theory is that Tom is just being weird and obnoxious to distract everyone's attention from the fact that Suri is the real alien. I mean, she is curiously bizarre looking. She resembles that blob guy from Star Wars, the really wise one. Or maybe even a baby ogre. Anywho, maybe puberty will treat her well, who knows?

The fact is that Tom's been a creep show nowadays. First the hopping around Oprah and squealing thing, then the random ass wedding to the young and impressionable katie Holmes, and then there's the whole Suri being born ugly thing... This is all just very sad and strange. I feel like Tom's been around long enough to know better than this... his image wasnt built up since the 80's to become a side-show attraction... his handlers should have been on top of him and his antics. With a whole army of publicists, reps and agents, how is it that accomplished A-list acting vets like Tom can just ruin themselves in a matter of months?

It's mind boggling...just mind-boggling.

-Brokes

Tidbits

2007-04-28T17:10:00.000-04:00

Ok darling readers, I am aware that posting has slowed down from the massive excitement/adrenaline rush of getting a new writer, but much like a cop at Grauman's Chinese Theater I am holding down the fort. Actually, I am the one with no life. I don't know where Emma is but Brokie is at Six Flags and that makes me seethe (oh yeah, seethe) with jealousy.

I ended up going to the Salvation Army today to shop with some friends for the annual RISD/Brown Drag Show. I know everyone who is close to me just stopped and re-read that sentance over and over. Anyways, they were going and I didn't really want to sit in my room so I went. When I got there there was a suprisingly large selection of records, so I decided to scope them out, during which time I discovered a suprising fact.

Absolutely no one wants to hang on to Barbera Streisand records.

Seriously, poor Babs had been discarded six ways to Sunday. There were her Christmas Albums, Greatest hits albums, and even the soundtrack to the newest incarnation of "A Star is Born".

What is wrong with everyone? SERIOUSLY. Babera is one of my heroes. When I was little I watched Hello Dolly and dremed of being her (or Dolly, it's debatable). She is a diva to the max, has a brillinat voice, and hair that has seen more reincarnations then Cher. What is not to love.

Perplexed, Carlisle

P.S. Dear, loyal readers, feel free to comment on all/any posts. Express your opinions. Judging by the current voting rate, you all aren't really used to doing this. Try it.

Quotes of the Day

2007-04-27T13:03:00.000-04:00

Well, I think this was said sometime in the wee hours of this morning. I tried to write how many hours I had untill class on my arm and cross them off as the all nighter dragged on, however it's all smudged from me drooling on it. Anyways.

Last night (just going along with the theme of "Carly's Week From Hell") was the night before a paper on Islams effect on the spread of democracy AND 25 self portraits were due. I was up and so caffenated my thoughts were like this"

"Ok so when people are dissatisfied with the government they try to go for something more underground like Hamas right? But if all of these underground factions are elected into government, like Hamas, they might create governments more illiberal then the current dictator. So its like an underground band yeah? Cuz like when no one knows about it it's cool to be like the only one who knows about it and who likes it, but when its all mainstream, you become disenfranchised with it?"

Scary.

As the night draged on and more and more self portraits were completed, I (the very vain) started to complain how these things looked nothing like me, to which Emma replied:

"do a self portrait snorting crushed no-doz"

Brilliant.

Teeming with illiberality, Carlisle

During Drawing Class...

2007-04-27T12:02:00.000-04:00

Teacher: That's too small. What is that little cup of water for?

Me: My feather.

Teacher: Oh. That's a good cup for the feather.

Taken out of context, I sound like a "special" kindergartener.

i am

Sincerely, Carlisle

snaps

2007-04-27T06:23:00.000-04:00

in stark contrast to carly's deep and soul-searching previous post, this is a completely gratuitous one. in the (unlikely) event either of you are reading this, thank you to elle and megan for the mcdonald's breakfast run of five minutes ago. i'm not sure why i haven't slept - my only reasonable explanation is that spring reminds me of andover, which reminds me of all-nighters, which disables my natural reflex to sleep. in any case, i'm off to deliver breakfast to other lucky people this morning. hope everyone's day starts off this well.

love and coffee
ek

Second star to the right and straight on till morning

2007-04-26T18:07:00.000-04:00

When are we supposed to grow up?

Ever since we were born our parents have had a say in our lives. They picked out our clothes, fed us, picked which day care we would attend. As we got older, we expressed our opinions more. We refused to eat peas, hated wearing socks, or refused to go to bed on time.

As we grow older, an interesting relationship develops. Children can express opinions but children know that when it really boils down to it, what the parents say goes. We can kick and scream and refuse to get a shot but no matter what the rules will still be enforced. Around this time, however, children start to develop their own personalities: which sports they play, books they enjoy, which things they find funny. Parents observe these tendancies and try to encourage them; children are given piano lessons, driven to soccer, take art classes and swimming lessons.

Through high school increased pressure is put on the child. They need to learn to study on their own, choose afterschool activities they are interested in, and try to stay afloat in the ocean of a social life high school presents. Parents move to a role of supporter giving their child advice however they still posess the "parent card" which can be used to enforce attending classical music concerts, family dinners, and abiding by curfews. Children are given more freedom, however it is still clear who owns the house, buys the food, and pays the bills.

When are children supposed to grow up? Do parents get to hold this "parent card" all the way through college? What happens when a child has to make an important decision: what to major in, which college to go to, which jobs to take, and their parents dissagree? When a child grows up attempting to please their parents, how does the decision to do something for themselves affect them?

There comes a time in every kids life when they have to make a choice that their parents might not aggree with; however, the child knows if they do not try to do it their own way, make their own mistakes, go out on a limb they can't be proud of themselves. What happens when a child takes a deep breath, considers all the options, and chooses a life step knowing all eyes are on them, and their parents don't give them a chance? In trying to protect their children, trying to give them advice and lead them to the most successful and happy path, they might be sheltering them too much.

Sometimes, if a child has thought things through as best they can, taken careful time and consideration in making a decision, the child should be allowed to try. They know all eyes are on them, they know if they mess up this decision will be refered to time and time again, but when someone is trying to grow up they should be given an opportunity to do so. The umbilical cord sometimes needs to be cut twice in life, whether everyone is completely ready or not.

This ain't a greater plan to break your heart of me. -Carlisle

Again, To Start Your Day Off Right

2007-04-26T12:33:00.000-04:00

Omg. I really don't think anyone in this world does not like "I Love Lucy". Personally grew up watching this all the time (I think it was on whenever I had dinner). Net, Net, I being both a film major and an "I Love Lucy" fan get pretty picky about which "fan made" videos I like. This one is pretty great. I love Desi Arnaz's voice.

Arriba con la conga! -Carlisle

I Heart Little Amy

2007-04-25T23:40:00.000-04:00

No other break up song has ever made me this happy.

I'm OBSESSED.

Expounding

2007-04-25T21:53:00.000-04:00

Alright, its time to enjoy another episode of "Random Thoughts That Go Through Carly's Head"

Today's Topic: Men Who Can Dance.

Now, I started thinking about this because I'm watching "I Love Lucy" and Ricky is singing some number and doing a few sly moves while he is singing, and I was reminded of my debtante ball (refer to later post if you want that story). At this Deb ball there was a lot of mandatory dancing, so after many, many dance partners Cristen and I came to s stunning realization.

Men who can properly dance are DAMN sexy.

I'm not kidding. Men of yesteryear knew how to ask a woman to dance, sweep her off her feet, and lead her around the room (See the "So This Is Love" sequence of Cinderella). Nowadays, men come up to you and lead you off to do some (most times off rythm) swaying. A man today who can come up to you and purposely dance around the room confidently leading you is a rarity. I love them. More men should either A.) Learn how to dance or B.) Pretend and confidently try.

Waiting to be swept off her feet, Carlisle.

Hmm.

2007-04-25T21:38:00.000-04:00

Oh. God. Kirsten? SERIOUSLY. I can only think that maybe she was watching too many reruns of "Sex and the City" and got a wee bit too inspired by the whole "naked dress thing"

I can't think of any part of this outfit I agree with. The shapeless frock and bunched sleeves? The odd satin slip that almost looks like they were starched into shorts? The tights which almost look like a cat took to them? The shoes are... fine? Yeah Kiki, thats all im giving you FINE (the question mark still stands.)

And GOOD LORD. I know how much this whole Spiderman franchiese has gotten you. Its rude to go to the premiere of a high=profile, box office blockbuster looking like you can't afford to get your hair or makeup done. And honey, it's called POSING. You are doing the exact opposite here. The image you are projecting here is less "I'm the star of this movie" but rather "I'm at a school dance, but my mom made me wear a dorky outfit and I kinda want to die."

I have no pity. This could have all been prevented. Is it that man your seeing? Honey, SIGH, I didnt want to bring this up, but he was (quite rightly) critiqued recently on gofugyourself.com for wearing (brace yourself) MAN LEGGINGS. It's got to be hard to hold on to your fashion sense when someone like THAT is constantly around.

Finally, (I know I'm kinda kicking you when you are down BUT) lets get you some INVISALIGN. K? Maybe the you won't have to date someone less hott then Brandon "Greasy Bear" Davis. Oh yeah. I just went there.

Concerned, Carlisle

She's a Lumberjack and I'm OK (with this).

2007-04-25T16:52:00.000-04:00

Ok, note the Monty Python reference. I do not understand why this outfit is being taken apart. Every gossip blog is making the HIGHLY original comment,

"What is she, a LUMBERJACK? HA."

Well, Bloggers United Against Lumberjacks, I think she looks FINE. THERE. I said it. She has cute little short shorts on, and looks like she just said, "Hey, fuck it. I'm hot, I'll just casually throw on this flannel shirt and rock the whole "I'm wearing my bf's clothes" thing."

And, she does indeed rock it. She has her better, healthier body back (look at those legs!) and those ADORABLE shoes (a VERY similar pair I just bought for Cristen). In addition, she isn't trying to pull off some weird hair color. Her new hair color is remarkably similar to her original and makes her look healthy and natural.

Or I couldbe vehemently defending this outfit because I wear shit like this all the time. Or because i LOVE LiLo.

solidarity for lumberjacks, Carlisle

Sexcellent BC Coach Taints Young Blond

2007-04-25T11:17:00.000-04:00

My little Jesuit school on the Heights has been tainted!! Remember when I mentioned that I would probably be inspired by those nauseating blonds down the hall?? Well... one of them had SEX with the most successful coach here at BC!! AAAHHH!!!

The story was front page news (note unnecessary mention of Mutch singing "Like a Virgin" to his players in article)in the Boston Herald this morning. Coach Mutch resigned immediately after he was informed that his raunchy text messages were found by the young girl's teammate* on her cel phone. What a dumb shit.

I feel particularly bad for my friend Thomas, the deviant girl's boyfriend (probably ex-boyfriend by now). I don't get it...I thought they were so happy together... he practically lives in that girl's room. I also feel bad for the horn dog's wife (she's one of the coach's former players according to my friend Jeni from across the hall...hm interesting) considering they just had their fist baby at the end of last year.

Ay ay ay... what an awkward situation. That loser Muncher really dampened his break out year by thinking with his OTHER head, if you know what I mean. Plus, my roomie Vee says, "If I was doing something naughty, I would delete the evidence. How dumb can she be? Whatever, stupid people should always get caught." I definitely agree with what Vee really means: It feels good when bad people get caught. I mean, let's be honest, talking about this is actually kinda fun.

But seriously, what is it with hockey players and sex scandals anyway? Don't they blow off enough steam practically killing each other on the ice??

A Little Better then Folgers In Your Cup

2007-04-25T11:10:00.000-04:00

To start your day off right (I know many ofyou may be feeling disgruntled by the whole "tropical fish budget" being talked about below) here is a hilarious interview between the Most Holy Conan (or as Brokie, with adoration dripping from her voice, calls him: Conie) O'Brien and Adam Brody. Conan is hilarious as usual, and Adam is actually really good at the spontaniously funny thing.

The best part of waking up, is Televised, Tabloidized, & Exceedingly Well Dressed in your cup.

No calling dibs on any of these boys tho. I've got Adam and Brokie's got Conie (since she wants to be a part of my family, this might be a better road then adoption).

tired, carlisle

of all the things in this world to attack, they've taken away my faith in microwave popcorn

2007-04-25T10:40:00.000-04:00

anybody else catch this in the new york times today?

aside from all the talk of OSHA accomplishing nothing (government agencies can be incompetent - this is news? you never heard of FEMA?), did anyone else worry about the popcorn? maybe it's just my starving college student instincts kicking in, but i feel like i've consumed a fair amount of microwave popcorn in my day. and, you know, i feel a little queasy thinking that the chemical that apparently gives it that "buttery" taste (what happened to real butter? oh, nevermind) also gives people lung disease. but hey, only when you breathe it in.

bottom line: kids, if you eat popcorn, don't inhale.

-E.K.

an answer to cat's question

2007-04-25T02:41:00.000-04:00

this is why i was hating on nancy pelosi. that, and on behalf of the fashion police.

sans shoulder pads,
emma

Dannielyn

2007-04-25T01:24:00.000-04:00

OK... I MUST admit that Baby Nicole Smith (AKA Dannielyn) is A-dorable!! She is the cutest thing I've seen since Shiloh Jolie-Pitt.

Just had to put that out there. Look at the pix.

Oh and...I don't care too much for Hillary, but why are we hating on Nancy? She's cute.

minor political snark

2007-04-24T22:43:00.000-04:00

got this in an email today...and while i'm probably not alberto gonzales' idea of a good republican, i'm probably also the most conservative writer on this blog. at least, i think i've got the most vitriol towards hilary and nancy. so here goes.

HOW TO START EACH DAY WITH A POSITIVE OUTLOOK

1. Open a new file folder in your computer.

2. Name it "Hillary Rodham Clinton"

3. Send it to the trash.

4. Click "Empty the trash."

5. Your PC will ask you, "Do you really want to get rid of "Hillary Rodham Clinton?"

6. Firmly Click "Yes."

7. Feel better.

PS: Next week you can do Nancy Pelosi

You deserve to feel GOOD!

...i can think of a few political figures to whom i would like to apply that. not shaha riza, though. i'd keep her around. finding her in the headlines all the time makes me laugh.

it also just occurred to me to start an offshoot of this blog following the trend of gofugyourself.com (see link at right), only applying my keen faux-pas spotting abilities to those in politics, rather than "traditional" celebrities. however, i quickly realized that this endeavor, if done right, would keep me busy 24/7. there simply aren't enough hours in the day to catalogue the bad fashion that plagues our nation's capitol. someone really should form a congressional committee to investigate.

if i ever hold public office, i'm wearing nothing but chanel. hell, if i ever work in an office, i'm wearing nothing but chanel. to do otherwise would be to shirk my civic duty to my loyal constituents.

My Contribution.

2007-04-24T17:33:00.000-04:00

I am so proud. Look at all these posts. What started off as yet another one of Emma and Carly's "Let's Be Really Rich and Famous" ideas (starting with the Vanity Fair Covers and ending most recently with me marrying Adam Brody, which, is still in the works thankyouverymuch) has become something that, say all of ten people read. I'm giving all of us here at "Televised, Tabloidized, & Exceedingly Well Dressed" snaps, a.) because we have done good and b.) because I fancy myself to be Elle Woods.

While looking back through these last posts, I thought "Wow, Emma contributes all the political and Washington gossip delivered in clear, perfect writing, while Brokie relates humorous collegite stories with such amazingly beautiful prose. What can I contribute?"

Here, my dear and loyal readers, is a story about a man who ran into a resteraunt, dropped trou, and cut off his own penis. It is charmingly titled "Docs Fight to Save Man's Willy."

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007180857,00.html

Enjoy.

My Roomie

2007-04-24T16:34:00.000-04:00

I'm very lucky to have been blessed with Vaishnavi Arshanapally (Vee) as my roommate. She looks out for my wellbeing and makes sure that I don't do anything stupid... she realizes that sometimes I do things without thinking them through, so she usually does the thinking for me by posing thought-provoking questions such as are you retarded? or why the fuck would you do that? Even though I find myself being yelled at a lot, I've decided that I'm actually a fan of Vee's tough love approach because her eyes open really wide and get all blinky when she's yelling and it just makes me laugh. And this laughter is good. I mean, who doesn't like laughter and happiness?

Vee isn't loud only when she's asking me significant questions, she's relatively loud all the time. My theory is that she's mildly deaf (mainly her right ear... the one closest to my bed) and doesn't realize just how boisterous her laugh is or how she uses the word huh all the time. This is why I don't hold her volume problem against her. She cant help her handicap. And I still love her.

Besides the loudness thing, she also has an exaggeration problem... which is also hilarious. I love it when she says things like: "Is that a cellulite? I'm such a fucking fatty." as she examines the reflection of her long, lean legs in front of the mirror -or- "OMG I'm dying of heat exhaustion." as she sits by the window on a warm day. -or- "God, my hair is doing something fierce right now." even though her hair is just kind of sitting on top of her head as always. These are just a few examples of the many "serious" comments she babbles thrughout the day... and she wonders why I'm always laughing at her.

Clearly, Vee is the main reason why I'm so happy here at BC. We manage to poke fun at our imperfections and laugh out loud together on a daily basis. Sure, I mentioned Jordan by name in my first post, but Vee had her own spot in my heart reserved long before he did. She's pretty she's smart (even though pre-med may be kicking her ass... you will overcome Vee!), and she doesn't take other people's criticisms to heart. She's an emotionally independent girl (not entirely independent due to her constant weepy phone calls to Daddy..aw) and she always does what she wants.

She's on top of it all, and I'm grateful that she wants me to too (that was weird but, you know what I mean.)

Love her!! Ah!

The Mariposa Song

2007-04-24T15:19:00.000-04:00

Ok Emma... This is for you. I completely forgot that you wanted this song... why is it that I have to e-mail it to you again?? Can't you just find it on iTunes or something?

Anyway, I've found the music video for everyone else's viewing pleasure.

I don't actually have this song on my computer... at least I don't think I do. But I'll search.

Lovve,

Brokie

Oh Lord.

2007-04-24T12:36:00.000-04:00

Alright. I'm sorry. Catherine has some blood thing I'm not going to even attempt to spell it because it would go something like this classic from my favorite show "I Love Lucy"

Ricky: How do spell s'perience?
Lucy: E-x-p...
Ricky: E-x? You're kidding!

...story of my life.

Anyways I thought I'd brighten up all of your days by showing you this cover of Hello UK!

It's a semi-Spice Girls reunion, (all the girls except Scary were at Ginger's baby's christening, Posh is the Godmom).

Although why anyone would willingly (and in 36pt font on a magazine over) admit to having sex with Eddie Murphy is BEYOND me.

xoxo, Carlisle

hallo, salut

2007-04-24T00:37:00.000-04:00

hello, all. i'm posting quickly to welcome catherine, but mostly also to balance out the fact that carly posted about a billion times. so i don't really have any juicy celebrity gossip to contribute.

oh, david halberstam died yesterday. it's not really gossip, and he was more a writer than a celebrity (unlike kurt vonnegut, who i'd say was closer to both), but i did see him speak/got his autograph, and my mom loves his biography of bill belichick, so he's going to get this little mention.

other than that, i don't have much to say. except that if you have a need for a political intern in the DC area this summer (or, let's be honest, you want to pay someone a nominal fee to get you coffee and make photocopies and act like you gave me paul wolfowitz's job instead of a summer internship), you should hire me. 100% available. and if you want to sublet a four-bedroom apartment in charlottesville, virginia for the summer, complete with hardwood floors and air conditioning, once again, i'm the apartment-subletting girl of your dreams.

a note to catherine: after four years of friendship, you still have forgotten to email me the mariposa song. but i don't blame you, because of the anemia and all. but i do miss the song. just saying.

amor,
kingaling

Oops...

2007-04-24T00:23:00.000-04:00

I forgot to add those fun labels! I choose...

Ladies and Gentlemen: the beautiful and talented Catherine Castillo has finally arrived!

2007-04-23T23:48:00.000-04:00

Yess!! I’ve finally been introduced!! Thanks Carlisle for that INSENSITIVE introduction. You should be used to me forgetting things Carlisle… you HAVE been taking care of me for five years now. It’s not easy living with a really, really bad memory and very poor eyesight. I would write reminders all over my arms and stuff, but they would wash off in the shower (yes, indeed I DO shower… surprise!) and the mere possibility of ink poisoning scares me. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t extremely grossed out by needles so I could write permanent reminders on myself like that dude form Memento who tattoos important details of his life all over his body due to his reoccurring short term memory loss. That dude and I are just innocent victims here …we’re both crippled by diseases that negatively affect our memory and stuff. I don’t exactly know what mental disease is eating that dude, but I do know that my ANEMIA has to be the cause of my constant forgetfulness. Wikipedia that shit, it means my blood is suffocating… which explains why I bruise so easily, crave steak all the time, take numerous naps, and have very low stamina. Plus, I figured since my blood has less oxygen than it should have, so does my brain… which justifies my faulty/inactive memory… and low SAT scores. So, in reality, I am not stupid or crazy. It all makes perfect sense. In conclusion, Carly should never make fun of people who are handicapped and suffering from crippling diseases such as Anemia because they will go off on some ridiculous tangent that is aimed at pointing out the fact that Carly has a cold, hard piece of dirty rock for a heart…

And I’m sorry that I forget things. I hope you still love me.

Anywho, I’m Catherine and I‘m so excited to be contributing even more random shit to this blog. My inspiration will probably be based on my experiences with the prissy blonds down the hall (the squealish whores), overly-confidant football players (yep, more than 3 I might add), my adorable boyfriend (Jordan) vs. the two roommates he despises (both of which I love !!), and my endearing group of nerdy friends… and that’s in a pretty generalized nutshell.

So yeah, this is gonna be fun... unless Carly keeps DISCRIMINATING against the disabled. In which case I might have to continue enlightening her via angry posts :)

Umm… read this article about babies that touched my heart today while I was avoiding my homework. The article describes a big problem that's been around for a long time... a problem that has been worsened by numerous government "reforms" in the past, which were based on the stereotype that single, poor women of color are unfit to be mothers. The article touches on a small part of the big, sad picture.

Also about babies (and on a lighter note), this made me laugh out loud. Haha! That ugly baby has antennas on her head.

Peace.

In addition...

2007-04-23T21:05:00.000-04:00

Click on the vid with the flute and flag. It's a brilliant and timely music video. Rate and comment.

-Santa

HERE

2007-04-23T21:03:00.000-04:00

Is a gift from me to you. Too much Paris and Lindsay. Look at the vids on the side, and refresh the page until you see Mika, then click on the last one. It's Brilliant.

-Carlisle

Sadly

2007-04-23T21:01:00.000-04:00

Sadly enough, I think Lindsay summs up some of my concerns. Its debatable whether this is an actual exchange, although its funny as hell.

A Moral Dilemma

2007-04-23T17:51:00.000-04:00

Let me explain my moral dilemma here. I love Perez. He follows the American Dream story; like Arnold and Desi, he came here, found a gap in American culture, and filled it. He has built up a giant fan base, brought gossip blogs into the forefront of Celebrity reporting, and changed the way people use blogs. Even if you hate him, you have to agree he has done well for himself.

In addition, having ht balls to pull off the look above (which I, personally, find fabulous) is quite commendable.

However, I take issue with Paris Hilton. I have never met her, however, some of her public decisisions provide fodder for people to judge.

Socialites have existed for hundreds of years. If you want to get into a debate whether they, as a social group, should exist, that is another question. What is interesting about Paris is that she has taken this socialite title and folded it into the realm of Celebrity, which would be fine (Edie Sedgwik did it) except, she did it through a sex tape.

Again, (my International Relations teacher keeps telling me to stop doing this) I am raising the tangent of sex tapes as an acceptable or non acceptable medium (if you want to know I don't care what you do in your spare time), but here's what I think:

If you are an heiress, a member of society, only famous because of the entreprenurial prowess of your forefathers, would you seriously even consider making a sex tape, knowing how potentially embarrasing that could be to your family? If your going to take their money, you might as well keep up apperances.

After this, Paris exploded onto the scene. She starred in "Reality TV" shows, modeled, and actually was in a movie. She has, according to reports, done quite well for herself, and could really support herself on her own.

Has no one noticed her eye is majorly fucked up?

Children Be Warned:

2007-04-23T17:44:00.000-04:00

When you find one of these men staring back at you from the mirror, you know God hates you. This is a photo of some fuck from Laguna Beach and his rapper friend who reminds me of the guy from "There's Something About Mary" but who is supposedly a rapper. They were hanging out, got drunk, and instead of doign normal things like throwing up or crying into the phone, they decided to play Russian Roulette.

Neither one of them died. Since I believe they belong to the group of "People Who Really Shouldn't be Famous" a club led by Paris Hilton, I don't know why we care about this incident.

xo, Carlisle

And the Oscar Goes To...

2007-04-23T17:39:00.001-04:00

Well hopefully me. But for the moment Emma and I would like to make an important announcement and add to our masthead our dear friend and brilliant mind:

Brokie.

Catherine Castillo joins our esteemed journalistic outpost. She should be posting soon. Well it's Brokie, so maybe she'll remember to in a few years.

Love, Lisle.

Continuation of Carly's post

2007-04-19T12:47:00.000-04:00

To continue the theme of Carly's post below...

My heart goes out to everyone at Virginia Tech. I'm proud of UVA for the way students and faculty have gone out of their way to help in every possible way; Virginia Tech may be our athletic rival, but it draws us closer in times of tragedy. I'm especially glad that college students around the country have decided to show their support, demonstrating that this isn't just a Virginia thing.

Those are the commendations. Now for the condemnations.

To certain members of the political/media sphere: this is a tragedy on an epic scale. It is not a soapbox for either the pro- or anti-gun lobby. It should not be an excuse to sell headlines, or, more appropriately, airtime. Unfortunately, I get the feeling the media coverage will only go downhill from here. The anti-gun lobbyists are already all over this ("if no one had guns there would be no more shootings"), as is the other side ("if everyone at Tech had a gun, the shooter would have been stopped"). I have news for both sides: you're both wrong. Now drop it, and give everyone time to properly grieve before you make this issue a political one.

That being said, the real rant begins here. If you haven't heard of John Derbyshire, lucky you; that's about to change. He's a writer for the National Review, and I'd like to call for his dismissal, a la Don Imus. You can read what he wrote about Virginia Tech at the link below. I can't describe accurately enough how angry this makes me. I can only hope that exposing further people to his little piece of cowardice throws an uncomfortable spotlight on his little neocon corner, and that he eventually be made to apologize, or at best, resign. Read for yourselves and let me know what you think.

http://corner.nationalreview.com/post/?q=YzllOTU0MDUzY2NhZDE2YmViYmRiNmE5ZjM1OWQxYTU=

Thanks to wonkette.com for the link. If this piques your interest, check out what he wrote about the British hostages in Iran (hint: he hopes they die).

In Memory

2007-04-19T01:45:00.000-04:00

To all the families and friends affected by this senseless tragedy, our prayers and thoughts are with you.

May You Rest in Peace.

Today we are all Hokies.

Referendums

2007-04-14T21:03:00.000-04:00

Firstly, I do not endorse Emma's views on the classic film Titanic

Secondly, Why were clothes so brilliant in the fifties.

Thirdly, Do you work in the film or television buisness? Please hire me.

I am

Sincerely, Carlisle

frustration

2007-04-14T02:11:00.000-04:00

i'm currently watching "titanic" for the first time in my life...and yes, i know i must be the last girl alive on the planet who has never seen it. in about another half an hour, that won't be true any more. however, it might mean i'm not alive on this planet at all. this movie is killing me. rose is stupid and gets to live. jack saves her life and so he dies. simple premise, annoying as hell. of course, meghan reassures me that it's all worth it for the amazing ending. if i never post again, it's because "titanic" drowned my soul in the icy north atlantic.

freezing,
emma

NOW IN PRODUCTION

2007-04-14T00:54:00.000-04:00

"I'm the Only Normal Kid at RISD" or "Yeah I'm Unique, but I'm Not an Ass About It"

This is my family

2007-04-13T21:28:00.000-04:00

Scene 1

Cristen is deciding between a red dress and a blue dress for prom and has modeled it for all family members. She calls Carly on the phone and has Wylie talk to Carly while Cristen changes. Cristen presses Wylie to the point of killing.

CRISTEN: WHY DON'T YOU LIKE THE RED DRESS???

WYLIE: WHY DON'T YOU SHUT UP!!!

CRISTEN: WHICH DRESS SHOULD I WEAR?

WYLIE: DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? CARLY HEARD ME. THE WHOLE WORLD HEARD ME. DO YOU WANT ME TO GET A PLANE AND WRITE IT ON THE SKY? GOD!

Cristen

2007-04-12T00:14:00.000-04:00

Carly: Do you ever read my blog.
Cristen: No, can't say that I do.

Later

Cristen: "My Name is Hollywood, or that's what my Daddy Calls me."

....

Cristen: Oh god, this is going to be a rant.

Your Writers, Perfectly Described.

2007-04-10T09:53:00.000-04:00

My Name is Hollywood

2007-04-06T19:26:00.000-04:00

or that is what my Daddy calls me.

Anyways, Greetings from California. I am sitting here in my kitchen, contemplating life and listening to my Bro practice for the talent show which is a big deal I guess. Anyway. Lets beging today's rant shall we?

This is the only good thing to come out of Photobooth. Ever. That program has produced so many pointless Facebook albums and those 4 square profile pictures. If you have been on the phone with me when I'm looking at facebook, you have probably heard this already; however that all changed when Jamie and I decided to Photobooth (yeah, now it's a verb too.) Maggie.

My baby takes after her mother. Natural Ham.

xoxo.