Well, apparently try as we might to get on with our lives, the world just can't live without just a little more Aerosmith, not even for a week. Last night the band ended their six day old divorce. During a Perry show at New York's Filmore, Tyler suddenly appeared on stage and announced, according to NME, in a specimen of authentic aging rocker gibberish, so rarely heard in this day and age:

I just want New York to know, I am not leaving Aerosmith," he said, before turning to Perry and stating: "And Joe Perry, you are a man of many colours but I, motherfucker, am the rainbow!"

Tyler then instructed Perry's drummer to play, and the band launched into Aerosmith's 1975 hit 'Walk This Way'. Tyler ended the song with his arm around Perry.

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It was an odd pairing, the shameless blog-and-video fameball, with a contributor to the famed Eggers line of elaborately precious and self-consciously-old-fashioned written products. But then, judging from the Twitter account Allison, 28, set up for young Eggers, 26ish, there were mutual benefits to the relationship. Toph, reportedly developing a feature film, was determined to make Allison school him in the tricky art of internet self promotion:

Allison, meanwhile, got the high drama of a tantalizingly secret relationship with the mysterious "TK" to write up for her various revenue-generating "lifecasting" endeavors.

More surprising than the pairing was how it ended: At Allison's behest. We hear that Toph had an ex-girlfriend who wasn't ex- enough. With the breakup and its slow leak into public view, Allison is feeling "teary" and old and "the world would be a much better place if we were all more honest."

Hard to imagine this fairy tale romance went awry, given how sweetly it started:

Awwwwww.

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Blame this altogether more sinister portrait of Decker as narcotized, philandering spy on her increasingly messy divorce, which involves a custody battle over her children. The accusations are mentioned in a September 29 letter we've obtained, sent to Decker's legal team from the San Francisco attorneys representing her husband (Click here to read the eight-page letter) .

Notice of the breakup first surfaced nearly two years ago. There didn't seem much reason to believe the parting was especially bitter. Though Decker led a series of power grabs at Yahoo, elevating herself from CFO to president and would-be CEO, her divorce generated little such noise. Divorcing couples tend to fight over money, but in April 2008 it emerged that Decker's husband Michael Dovey was not seeking alimony; he told people he was independently wealthy.

But an increasingly contentious court battle has nevertheless erupted, judging from the September 29 letter. The attorney for Dovey references hearings and letters attempting to resolve how to handle discovery, the early legal phase in which evidence is collected.

Dovey's legal team is using discovery, in part, to collect evidence concerning Decker's purported and unspecified "accusations about" her husband — including personal emails Decker may have sent referencing his conduct, "state of mind and/or mental or physical well being," according to the letter.

Some of this material may reside on old Yahoo computers, and Decker's legal team is trying to win the ability to selectively block the disclosure to Dovey's legal team of evidence as it emerges, according to the letter. Dovey's team wants much more: all potential evidence not protected by attorney-client privilege or "attorney work product protection," with particularly sensitive material handed over and protected by a confidentiality agreement.

Near the conclusion of the letter, Dovey's attorneys hint at what else they might be looking for in discovery — and what else Decker's attorneys might be trying to keep a lid on:

These sorts of allegations are relatively common in nasty divorces and custody battles and Decker, for many years a fixture of Yahoo's quarterly conference calls with stock analysts, knows how to mount a strong defense in the bright glare of the public spotlight. Still, a woman who quit Yahoo in January and just bought a waterfront home in the San Francisco Bay Area's quiet Marin County can't be happy to be caught in such a maelstrom of mudslinging. Nor, one would venture, can her former colleagues.

We've posted the full eight-page letter here.

Update: Richard Rados, who wrote the letter, declined to comment on the divorce because of "pending litigation" and added, "I don't want to contribute to ill will between" the parties involved. We left a message for Jennifer Wald, Decker's attorney, and will include any comment when/if she gets back to us.

(Top pic: Decker at an "All Hands" company meeting last year. From Yahoo Blog's Flickr account.)

Spencer Morgan digs into the fairy tale romance of Tinsley and Topper, a romance that began as prep school teenagers with an aggressive make-out session in the fluffy white New Jersey snow, managed to survive years of Topper's drunken floosy-nailing and Tinsley's relentless social climbing, but effectively ended when a pair of men's dress shoes went undelivered in Palm Beach this past April.

As Morgan tells it, Topper was in Florida for the wedding of one of his longtime moneyed bros. Tinsley, the little trollop, was supposed to join him later at the rehearsal dinner and bring shoes for him to wear. That's where the trouble started.

But before the rehearsal dinner, Tinsley texted Topper to say she couldn't come. Mr. Mortimer was devastated.

"The guy was emotionally bottomed-out," said a lifelong friend who was at the wedding. He had to borrow shoes. He kept luring people away from the party, off to side rooms and corridors at the Jupiter Island Club, to ask their opinion on the situation. People he hardly knew. "I guess at one point he called Tinsley and he got the weird European delayed-ring sound-so he knew she was with this other guy. Then up on the altar he was gazing off into who the hell knows where. It was ridiculous."

Tinsley had run off to get boned by a German aristocrat/prince named Casimir Wittgenstein-Sayn, news Topper shared with some of the couple's friends.

Topper e-mailed his friends to explain: "I know I have involved you guys in our problems and that was wrong. Tinsley is at fault of course but Casi [sic] never gave her a chance to breathe even when I asked him to give us space. He was manipulative and overbearing. I love my wife and we are going to do what we can to salvage this marriage."

Apparently, the Europeans play dirty in the game of love and don't give a shit about proper American aristocratic etiquette, which seems to hold that the other party to an affair is supposed to stand down when the cuckold issues an "I say good man, could you please refrain from sexing with my wife for a while" request, something Tinsley's mother seems downright horrified over.

"Casimir is a handsome, charming, urbane, and glib man. Topper asked him to step aside and give him (Topper) a chance to reclaim his marriage. Though he told Topper he would do this, he has NOT. I believe that Tinsley is confused, and she needs time by herself to sort things out."

But despite it all, Morgan says that an exceedingly distressed Topper isn't ready to give up on putting the pieces back together again.

He's become a full-time smoker. He's lost weight. He wakes up at precisely 3:25 every morning and plays over and over the reality show his life became. Still, he hasn't entirely abandoned the idea that she'll come back. "I love my wife" is all he'll tell me.

Perhaps a duel is in order here?

Finally, I should note that reading Morgan's piece is much more fun when you read the quotes in a voice similar to that of the aristocratic characters at the table during the dining room scene in Titanic. You should go over and give it a try.

This sad news comes in the middle of the young couple's publicity tour for Paper Heart, the fake documentary about how their real-life (now real-dead) romance came to be. Or perhaps this is just some publicity stunt? Some kind of meta-advertising gimmick affirming Paper Heart's notion that true love is hard to find and hold? In this era of put-ons and fakery (yeah, yeah, we know you may very well be reading this right next to a banner ad for Paper Heart — it's not our call) who can trust anything? Certainly not dating gossip about America's Twee-hearts from an outlet like Star.

Still, the Yi-Cera relationship gave the sweatpants community of geek girls hope that their precious wit and song writing skills were enough to keep a sensitive young man away the dopey taneroxic starlets of Hollywood. So doesn't this news make you want to pout?

What's even more pout-inducing is what else Star's source told the tabloid:

"Charlyne is beyond sad. And the break-up is so much harder because she'll have to see him on tour."

Michael Cera, how could you? We know we gave you guff for being a mopey hipster but if we take it all back will you snuggle back up to Yi?

As a whip-smart commenter pointed out a love-affair with between Yi and Cera would have been like a "gummi bear getting it on with the Velveteen Rabbit." We speculated that a boy with Cera's sexual persona may in fact not have genitals, just a rainbow colored fleshy patch that sparkles when excited. If this is true, which is likely, then could Cera and Yi ever really have dated?

Whether put-on or physical impossibility, both theories leave room for a Cameron Crowe-style reconciliation. Young geeky outsider chooses to go after a popular beauty but discovers she is shallow and small minded thus forcing him to look in his own backyard. There he sees a girl with unwaxed eyebrows, in sweatpants, strumming a guitar and she embodies beauty in her own independent way.

Drinks are on us, Charlyne!

Gibson must have been eager to get things out in the open: the actor says in court papers he has been officially separated from his wife for more than two and a half years. Grigorieva, signed to Gibson's Icon Records, is herself said separated from Dalton. There were already property records tying the two together, and blurry photographs of a jaunt in Costa Rica (tied to Grigorieva in the Russian press), so it's not like the pair were a complete secret from the world.

Still, Gibson apparently has for years kept his split from his wife under wraps. The breakup dates from the weeks just after the star's anti-semitic tirade against Los Angeles sheriff's deputies. Had it been exposed at the time, it might have dealt his image a particularly damaging double blow.

Now that Gibson's wife has forced the matter into the public eye, taking the Grigorieva relationship public is a way for the actor to underline that he has nothing to hide — and that his life is not as lonely as pathetic as you might expect for an alcoholic anti-Semite ditched by his wife.

Luckily for Gibson, his current Oksana was not scared off by that other musician named Oksana who kept saying she had been sleeping with him.

After the Guardian Media Group announced it had bought Ali's company, ContentNext Media, for a reported $30 million last stummer, Ali became a hero to the ranks of bloggers hoping to turn their blathering into bucks. In announcing the sale, he thanked his wife, Najmia Manjoo-Ali, "who hardly ever saw me for the last four years."

But if anything, she's seen less of him since the acquisition, as he's traveled around the world trying to make the collection of media-business blogs pay off for his new owners. Far from clearing millions, Ali saw an initial payout from the deal that was in the six-figure range, we hear — and he has ambitious targets to meet to realize the full value of the acquisition.

Even over that reduced sum, there are rumors of financial shenanigans between the two. One tale had Manjoo-Ali clearing out the couple's joint bank account. But a source close to Manjoo-Ali says that she only took half of the money — and that was after Ali had moved to take her name off the account. Ali and Manjoo-Ali did not respond to emails requesting comment.

So much for the fairy tale of blogging for dollars: One doesn't start a blog, flip it, get the girl, and live happily ever after. At the end of the story, our hero has the blog. And the blog has him.

(Photo by Rafat Ali)

There are three possibilities. There's Russian pianist Oksana Kolesnikova, who is married and has loudly denied any involvement with Gibson. She was just "entertaining Mr. Gibson with her piano music," if you know what she means, and we think you do.

There's also Oksana Pochepa, a blonde model signed (says Russia Today) to Gibson's Icon music label, who has been loudly confirming involvement with the movie star — perhaps a bit too loudly. She's known as "the Shark," which is delightful.

Then there's theOksana of the moment, Oksana Grigorieva, yet another Soviet musician and mother to actor Timothy Dalton's son. The London-based composer (left, via Rex Features) is reportedly separated from Dalton. Russia's Komsomolskaya Pravda thinks she has to be the woman pictured frolicking with Gibson recently on a Costa Rican beach.

Most importantly, no one has reached her for comment yet, for whatever reason, so she hasn't issued any denials, so for all we know she could be the one.

Assuming she's not, the global celebrity press will go through every last remotely plausible Russian woman named Oksana until either Gibson's reputation for womanizing inflates beyond all reason or the movie star makes some kind of public statement dsaying he wasn't with anyone named "Oksana," ever, so please just shut up.

Then the tabloids will come up with something really off the wall and explosive, like that Gibson's marriage ended over some other big imploding star like, oh, Britney Spears. ( Ha ha, too late.)

So far, the front-runner among his purported mistresses is Russian pop singer Oksana Pochepa, who has been telling the press she's in a "serious" thing with the movie star. From The Sun:

We are different people, but Mel is a grown man and knows precisely what he wants and me too - I know what I want.

There's also some unidentified brunette in Costa Rica Gibson was spotted hugging on the beach. The Mail reports that Gibson's womanizing began spiraling out of control after he filmed Apocalypto in Mexico more than two years ago and was drinking heavily in Veracruz. The tabloid added that his wife, who Gibson once told the New Yorker was "a much better person than I am," got tired of setting him straight.

Maybe Gibson's congregation can pick up the slack. Its members would probably like some sort of explanation for his behavior, too. Especially the ones set to live in the houses his construction company is building "inside the walled grounds."

(Pic via The Sun)

NonSociety, a group blog detailing Allison's, Rambin's, and Silicon Valley heiress Meghan Asha's daily misadventures, has always promised to be more than just a stream of the trio's daily trivia. "It's just the three of us... but not for long! We're bringing on other contributors," the site has promised since it launched last year. Only now, with Rambin's exit, is Allison looking seriously for more people. The site was never about the three of them, Allison now argues. Well, of course, it was never about anything at all.

That's what the celebrity media is betting at least. Us Weekly scored the biggest coup in the current news cycle: an on the-record interview with Lohan.

"It's absolute hell," Lohan told Us... Lohan says she's "so alone" without Ronson.

"Everyone's turned on me," says the actress.

Socialite Nicole Richie, Lohan reports, said "Uck" as she walked by Lohan following a Lohan-Ronson showdown at Chateau Marmont, while actress Drea De Matteo told Lohan, "Come at me, bitch." It sounds like there just might be another side to the story there. Anyway.

Us also quoted "sources" saying Lohan has threatened to kill herself repeatedly over the past month in response to Ronson trying to extricate herself from the relationship. The magazine rushed its coverage onto the cover of Wednesday's issue, where it describes Lohan as "Dumped, humiliated, broke & crying."

National Enquirer sibling RadarOnline, meanwhile, has "rehab graduate" Lohan "chugging" a bottle of Belvedere vodka at a Hollywood club with her mom Monday night and implied Lohan maybe lit a joint.

Over at Time Warner, TMZ had Lohan "devastated" over press reports Ronson might seek a restraining order, while People, providing a rare bit of good press of Lohan, later quoted Ronson's attorney saying his client didn't want such a restraining order.

Lohan is in a sad and tragic place, no doubt. Also pretty certain: No media outlet's about to pass up, in the middle of a recession, what's looking like the biggest celebrity meltdown since Britney Spears' mental hospital tour of '08.

Count de Lesseps has apparently taken up with an Eithiopan woman in Geneva. How did he confirm his countess' suspicions that he was seeing someone else? Via email, according to Page Six.

It would seem even nobles are ignoble these days, where by "these days" we mean in the early stages of the second season of a successful but always ratings-hungry reality show spinoff, like say Real Housewives of New York City.Anyway, there's all kinds of dramatic emotion for the cameras trauma for LuAnn and her children to have to deal with.

"Luann was blindsided. She was just devastated," the close friend told Page Six. "They have basically lived apart for many years — he lives in Europe and comes and goes as he pleases, but she never thought this would happen.

Yes, who would have imagined a long-distance relationship with a count who "comes and goes as he pleases" would end in tears? Perhaps the fellow seen getting into the elevator with LuAnn the other night; the countess' flacks say he's just a friend, so he must possess some insights that have eluded LuAnn thus far.

She's sticking with the "Countess" thing, obviously.

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To this day, every history of Flickr has an obligatory mention of the "husband-and-wife team" who started the photo site. Indeed, their relationship was a key part of the winsome story that made Flickr so appealing to reporters and consumers. But we've been hearing for some time that Butterfield and Fake are no longer husband and wife.

They have not worked together in years. After they sold Flickr to Yahoo in 2005 for a reported $35 million, Fake almost immediately took an executive role developing new products, while Butterfield stayed at Flickr as the site's often-diffident manager. They did manage one joint launch: the birth of their daughter Sonnet in 2007. Both left Yahoo last year.

Hunch, which we're told is going to be some sort of question-and-answer search engine, could be launching any day. Fake seems to have thrown herself into working at the New York-based as a chief product officer, a demanding job with a bicoastal commute. One of Fake's cofounders recently told an investor not to be concerned with Fake's availability to work, saying she was divorced. If they are, it's not clear if the couple has actually completed the process; a search of public records did not show a divorce agreement, and Fake and Butterfield did not respond to email inquiries. But their friends agree they are no longer together.

Last July, when she announced on her blog that she'd be joining the startup, she noted:

Will you be working with Stewart? No, he's currently weighing various metallurgical opportunities.

And there is this: Fake has posted only one photo to Flickr since last July: a screenshot of the original Flickr homepage. A wave of nostalgia, as she moves on to the new? Butterfield, meanwhile, seems to have no trouble making friends.

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George David, locked in a messy public divorce battle, insists it's the latter. His Swedish countess wife, Marie Douglas-David, wants a $100 million goodbye package, in part because she said David two-timed her in 2007.

The couple had filed for divorce prior to this particular alleged infidelity. But the wife is saying they then reconciled. Her husband was turned on by divorce, her story goes.

If that sounds unbelievable, how about the husband's counter story: The divorce was very real and enduring but his wife "forced herself" on him against his will during the so-called reconciliation.

One purported rape came during a trip to Sweden. Another occured when, in a lawyer's words, "she grabbed [David] by the arm and pulled [him] to the bed."

The husband is 226 pounds and 6'3". The wife is 120 pounds.

Then again, she does have 30 years on him. You have to be careful with these minxes, plutocrats. They're not all fun and games and shopping sprees.

Allison, in a drunken moment at the South By Southwest Interactive conference in Austin, Texas, admitted to Rambin's impending departure from the lifestreaming venture, in which Allison, Rambin, and Silicon Valley heiress Meghan Asha Parikh posted constant blog entries, photos, and videos from their empty lives.

Rambin was the least prolific blogger of the three. And yet she contributed so much to NonSociety in contributing so little. True, her "speach" often lacked "coherance" (two actual recent typos). But there's nothing as entertaining as watching a rich girl who recently spent a month on a yacht opine about what it takes to make money. (Which, apparently, she needs.)

Here's Rambin's ramble about the future of Web video:

Here's my answer: I think the key to web video is creating all different formats that can exist together. Create a show with a relatively high production value with approachable characters or personas. Have these people or actors make their own unedited videos so the audience gets to know and love them. Concurrently, short, edited videos should be shot with experts and celebs to show a different perspective in an entertaining way. Approach major brands with sponsorship packages that supplement their current traditional campaign (so they don't get their panties in a bunch). Pitch brand awareness and your distribution channels (which should be any website that will have you). License the show to a major network to increase your eyeballs and the show's value and revenue.

She seems to be talking about TMIweekly, a Web-video show which recently got picked up by NBC's most obscure TV channel. Rambin, Allison said, is sticking with the show even as she's dropping NonSociety. Can you blame her? It's the only part of Allison's laughable startup which is showing even a glimmer of commercial promise. It almost makes you feel sorry for Rambin, when her best prospect for making money consists of unwatchable video on a channel no one watches.

Forman broke up with ubiquitous yet pointless media presence Julia Allison last summer, right around the time he raised a round of $1.5 million. Digg founder Kevin rose also briefly dated Allison last year, and then raised a ton of money. The conclusion: Severing ties with Allison is the most sure-fire way for a tech boy to get rich! This is good news for Eater editor and fellow Allison ex Ben Leventhal, who is surely due for more funding.

(Photo by Nick McGlynn)

Actual, or setup for a joke? It's confirmed, anonymously but by Us Weekly and then People, so probably as real as it gets between two Hollywood celebrities and their dualing phalanxes of "people."

In other words, they waited until after the Oscars. Wouldn't want any "plus one" guest-list awkwardness at the afterparties! (Judging from the Vanity Fair Oscar-party pic above, they both knew the fix was in.)

Adams used to be a randomly oversharey blogger, sometimes a train wreck but generally adorable. He dated Moore, then did something dumb and wasn't dating Moore.

Then he totally promised to change in order to get the singer/actress back and/or keep her back:

So probably Doree's Observer article this week was correct: The best way to improve a boyfriend is to break up with him.

To check in on whether getting back together with said boyfriend is a good idea, check in with Adams in, oh, ten years or so. (You'll probably be able to do so via his oversharey blog.)

After speaking to a friend of Ward's husband, Page Six reported the two started their affair on an Outward Bound trip to Machu Picchu in Peru in 2005 and later met surreptitiously (and repeatedly) in New York. The gossip page had previously reported the affair started only "about a year ago." But the tabloid corrected itself after talking to the once-bitter husband's friends, including this one:

"Imagine how you'd feel, to find out what was really happening when your wife went every other week to quote-unquote work in New York."

If Sulzberger cheated on his wife — which he did, unless he was secretly separated for three years — it's all the more absurd to definitively conclude, as Page Six did last time, that "Caroline Kennedy is innocent" of an affair with the Times scion. If Sulzberger would cheat on his wife, he'd cheat on his mistress. Think what you will about the Kennedy/Sulzberger dinner-party chatter, but this relationship has no bearing on its veracity.

Does the affair have any bearing on Sulzberger's ability to lead the Times Company, then? Not really; he's made enough professional mistakes to make his private foibles a sideshow. The company under his watch instituted its first major layoffs, saw its debt slide to junk status and tried, in a down market, to mortgage the headquarters building it constructed at great expense. Sulzberger over saw ill-advised share buybacks, dividend payments and dumb acquisitions on the business side and fabrication and war propaganda on the editorial side, etc. etc. etc.

The Times publisher does get credit for avoiding the cliche of the mogul with a decades-younger galpal. Ward is 49, just eight years Sulzberger's junior.