I doubt Tom Cruise is much pushed out of shape by wife and beard Katie Holmes spending time with his former Taps co-star Sean Penn. Tom likely spends some quality time alone...
The music is rhythmic and very erotic. Tom's in front of the mirror again. Tom puts on the cartouche amulet and brushes on a highly flattering shade of lipstick.
Tom:"Would you fuck me?...I'd fuck me...I'd fuck me HARD."
I have fall-out shelter envy. It could make the most awesome wine cellar / depression chamber. I could spend months underground, cultivating mushrooms, eating pickled vegetables, and drinking gallons and gallons of sweet, sweet alcohol, oblivious to the latest conspiracies between Scientology, the US monetary system, and the Steinbrenner family.
@BadUncle: Fallout shelter/wine cellar/panic room/zombie fortress. I'm right witcha, friend.
I remember when I was reading McCartney's The Road and the duo had come across that fully stocked fallout shelter that unfortunately was never able to be used by its creator... that's when I started to dream of making such an oasis.
@The Real JR: the one problem with fall-out shelters is that most were built with cinderblock and concrete. I want my fall-out-shelter / zombie fortress to be made of brick, and have vaulted arches, and maybe an ossuary. Oh, sure, it may be hard to come up with real bone relics. But in candle-light with a glass of sherry poured from one of the casks lining the wall, your guests will never know that the skulls are replicas.
@BadUncle: Well, much like in World War Z, it was soon proven that the perfect, ready-made zombie fortresses were the old school English castles what with the moat and the drawbridge and all that. An easy way to isolate yourself without having to burrow yourself away from open air. I believe the architecture of such structures would be right up your alley. A plus for farming and overall sanity. And if some of your fellow survivors starts to act all stupid, just toss him over the side to the waiting zombies below. Voila.
Actually they're renting the $40 million estate for like $25k a week or something. They didn't *buy* the estate for $40 mil as this post and the link implies.
The great humanitarian couple bought a house on the NORTH SHORE??? Park Avenue East Land of corporate execs, orange-tanned plastic surgeons, and offensive lawyers? Don't they know that the black kids won't be allowed north of Northern Blvd.
WHICH magazine writer who's known in the office as a shameless self-promoter tried to sell her life story as a series? During a meeting with a cable channel, the woman told salacious details about her life to all in the room - including the fact that she's been cheating on her long-suffering husband (whom she married only because of his social connections and money) with a well-known actor. The gossipy meeting was all for naught, as the scribe was turned down. Now she'll just have to find other ways to get on TV.
@FormerEnglishMajor: I'm all for making fun of the Kucz as she usually deserves it, but in all fairness, I used to work at the Times in her department, and while she was gregarious I wouldn't say she was "self-promoting." Maybe in her magazine life she is, who knows. She's not on staff anywhere though, is she?
@SaraRueful: I will never understand why she wrote that self-justifying "poor me, I want a baby and can't conceive" NY Times "Why I used a Surrogate" article - WHILE SHE WAS PREGNANT. Along with the handy-dandy "I'm in a cocktail dress, she's super-preggy" pics and "she's big and I'm skiing" quote. OK, so maybe not a self-promoter, but what else are you doing writing that story, as it's surely not a "slice of life" for anyone but 0.00001% of the population?
Conspiracy theories are extra special early in the morning. A Pakistani fellow is trying to convince me that the global financial meltdown was engineered by aliens and that Scientology was an operation run by American Naval Intelligence before El-Ron went rogue. I have noticed that many scientologists smoke.
@SaraRueful: I think I recall something like that...fits them to a tee. Ugh those poor kids, haven't stayed in one place long enough to enroll in school or make a single friend.
@misslinda: Well, it looks like they move to keep the family together while one or the other makes a movie. Every night, more or less, they're together. And there's 6 of them now so it's not like they're lonely. And they're all under 6 or so... Many kids don't even go to school until 6 so I'm figuring they could be doing worse.
I hate to take corporate sides, but residuals seem like an outdated practice to me. Unless you're top-billed and, therefore, an actual draw to the program/film/whatever in question, why should one day of work continue to pay you in perpetuity?
I'm not trolling here, I'd actually like to hear some responses on this.
@ShyamasriHamjelly: Distribution of money=distribution of power. Why should the corporate head have ALL the money/power/residuals in what is supposed to be a creative collaborative project?He or she certainly didn't do all the work. Others have to be invested. If you left it all up to studio heads all you would see in the theaters is DUDE WHERE'S MY CAR PART XI.
@Monsignor Xtravagante D'ouchestache: Is it my imagination, or does Spacey look like he's making eyes at someone across the gym? Huh. Gay dudes cruising in the gym. I'm stunned.
@Monsignor Xtravagante D'ouchestache: Or maybe something about you can help me fill this desperate lonliness and emptiness that has been devouring me as I frantically chase an image and life of someone I will never be. Maybe I won't have to use words like "hit me up" and "grab coffee" and "bro" to mask the self loathing homophobia I possess, praying they will make me come across as butch and straight and hell, anything but the sad, starving, lonely, judgemental, bitter, cynical, poser, wannabe that I really am.
Wow. Just wow. Talk about existential angst. I bow before the master.
@Hydroceph: They checked each other out for a MILLISECOND but this dude thinks there is a meth-laden long-term relationship in the making? This must be a joke. Actually, on second thought, I have known quite a few queers who could easily have written this.
@seyswho: I caught the millisecond part, too. Yet in that time he assessed the other man sartorially, as well as crafted a future involving annoyingly named dogs and other such flights of fancy. That's what makes this almost tragic, rather than farcical, unlike most of CL or modern life or Gawker.
Several of the SAG Eight named above have a great deal of present contract income to lose from a strike- more than they are likely to make back from a resulting favorable online content residuals agreement. People enter a union less for solidarity and more for the perceived benefits of that solidarity. Any Union referendum that immediately lightens your wallet breeds understandable hesitation.
And this could be our best chance for Alec Baldwin to get hit in the head with a rock.
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The music is rhythmic and very erotic. Tom's in front of the mirror again. Tom puts on the cartouche amulet and brushes on a highly flattering shade of lipstick.
Tom:"Would you fuck me?...I'd fuck me...I'd fuck me HARD."
Music:"Gooooobye horses...I'm crying...crying...crying...over yooou...oooooooowhooooo....ooooowhooooooooo..."
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I did NOT know that. Thank you, aptly-named Girl Detective.
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I remember when I was reading McCartney's The Road and the duo had come across that fully stocked fallout shelter that unfortunately was never able to be used by its creator... that's when I started to dream of making such an oasis.
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Yes, I think about such things way too much.
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Actually they're renting the $40 million estate for like $25k a week or something. They didn't *buy* the estate for $40 mil as this post and the link implies.
Shut up. It makes a difference.
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"Recently," of course, means: "in the past week or so."
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WHICH magazine writer who's known in the office as a shameless self-promoter tried to sell her life story as a series? During a meeting with a cable channel, the woman told salacious details about her life to all in the room - including the fact that she's been cheating on her long-suffering husband (whom she married only because of his social connections and money) with a well-known actor. The gossipy meeting was all for naught, as the scribe was turned down. Now she'll just have to find other ways to get on TV.
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Also, isn't the pregnancy thing new? Like, she wasn't, or didn't know, when she was actually writing the article?
OK, shoot me, I don't really mean to be defending her like this.
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Okay, I was actually on a bicycle.
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-noun
1. the act of uniting two or more things.
2. the state of being united.
3. having to conform ones ideas and thoughts because some asshole wants to take away your SAG Award.
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I'm not trolling here, I'd actually like to hear some responses on this.
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At second glance, Alec Baldwin IS shirtless.
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Wow. Just wow. Talk about existential angst. I bow before the master.
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And this could be our best chance for Alec Baldwin to get hit in the head with a rock.
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