The most exciting scene from last night’s premiere of ABC’s Private Practice was a c-section performed under acupuncture anesthesia — and even this was tedious, as newer, quirkier Addison Montgomery (Kate Walsh) couldn’t stifle her nervy monologue or her even nervier countdowns. When her surgeon’s knife finally drew blood from the pregnant teenager’s tummy, the mood was almost laughable (though, I assume, we weren’t supposed to laugh).
Not a joke. It looks like one... but it is not.
Canterbury Institute, an addiction treatment center in New Jersey, unleashes its new ad campaign – and it's got fangs. Growl.
It just keeps getting worse.
I miss the good old days.
Huh?... really... uh... okay... like... really... hmm... maybe... like... yeah... sort of ... oh my god... well... uh... yeah... that really sucks.The Lauren Conrad Collection for hussies is boring. Did she really have to design the dress to the far left? It looks like a beach towelette. The Rayon/Spandex line comes in four colors: Black, Navy Blue, Ivory, and Burgandy.
To build off Ellee's last entry, I'm inclined suggest that there might be a logical explanation for Britney having turned into what TMZ so politely deems a "slopwreck."
Girl is tressed-out. Not like how you get when your entire day is ruined by your side-bang and nobody cares but you. I'm referring to pop princess 'tress.
As Entertainment Weekly hastily reviews Britney's four new tracks here and VH1 even hastilyier puts together Britney's Most Shocking Year Ever! here, I can't help but think: what if we still like her music?
"Gimme More" sounds even eerier now, like an electro witchy-pop lament. And, well, I like it
Pow! Ha ha ha!
Tommy Lee posted his official unapology on his Web site. Below, I copied the unapology in it's entirety and bolded the key points like Rock Star Mad Libs (though, I was tempted to bold the whole thing):
"Yeah!! .....here I am minding my own biz having a great time with my friend Criss Angel (magician) and watching the MTV awards in the front row saying hello to all my friends.
I don't want to talk about it.
And then they kissed... muah-awa-awa
A follow up on our recent 50-Cent-vs.-Kanye-West Phlog post: they make out for the cover of Rolling Stone.
The price of fame looks steamy, at least.
Hey! Hey! You! You! I want to be your punch line.
Thank you, Britain's Q Magazine. You've really got a way with wayward stars.
We were going to compile a list of the top ten Avril Lavigne non-wisdoms in your cute little "Ten Commandments." But the commandments are already so half-witted, we'll let them blabber for themselves: HERE
MTV is doing away with unscripts.
…Not entirely, of course. But in the midst of The Hills mayhem (in a little blurb in the bottom left-hand corner of the screen), MTV has posted the trailer for Kaya, an actual scripted series starring Danielle Savre (Heroes, Boogeyman 2 [blargh]). The show will be the first of its kind in 5 years — the last non-reality MTV show we can remember is Undressed (and no matter Adam Brody and GLAAD awards, Undressed’s awkwardly acted vignettes did little for characters or plotlines).
Your rap lifted me high-er!
Phoenix staffers weigh in on the new Heidi Montag/Spencer Pratt song "Body Language":
“Ugh, I cannot stand the whole ‘let’s take a bad singer and make her a pop star by layer/distorting/computerizing her voice to the point where it barely even exists’ thing. But the beat’s ok – definitely not as bad a song as you’d think it would be.
The way we were.
The Hills pretty much delivered. Most shocking of all: everything promised in the trailer for the premiere actually happened. And not only did it happen, it happened in all its eery, depressant, otherworldly Hills-like way — the only downfall being that Audrina was there, too.
Doctor's orders! Grrr.
Here is the news: