Dancing with himself

Thank you, whoever made this much-needed super cut.

Oscars Liveblog!

5:58 Hi everyone! Remember -- refresh to see updates. Let's do this!

6:02 Oh, Seacrest. I've missed you, you elegant bastard.

6:03 Jennifer Lawrence looks beautiful - a little casual for the Oscars and exactly like ScarJo's a couple years ago, but still beautiful - but I wish she was a better interview.

6:12 Melissa Leo's dress is baaaad. Really curious to see if she'll pull off a win tonight after those horrendous ads.

6:15 "He did his award show and he bombed!" -James Franco on Ricky Gervais. Awesome. Awesome, awesome, awesome. James Franco will get the Oscar tonight for "Best Example of Guilelessness." Saying what everyone's thinking (in a way that is somehow not vicious): my favorite thing about him.

6:32 Wait, are they not allowing Giuliana on the red carpet this year? She's been stuck up in that "fashion sky box" since 6 PM...

6:33 Hooray, Russell Brand! With his mum! WAIT! "Perhaps I'll kiss you," he says, and kisses Ryan on the cheek. (No, I'm not kidding.) It's Christian Bale syndrome - when everything looks like it's gone swimmingly, he does something completely inappropriate and genius. I actually met Russell Brand this past summer and I'm happy to report he is exactly like this in real life.

6:36 Michelle Williams always looks so delicate. Like if someone was speaking next to her too loudly she might break.

6:40 Amy Adams keeps saying how nervous she is, and it's incredibly endearing.

6:52 Jesse Eisenberg!! I just yelped. Is it just me, or does it look like it would be kind of easy to sneak into the Oscars? It's obviously not, but I feel like if I just showed up in a gown and started waving to fans confidently...

7:00 Kevin Spacey's advice to Jeremy Renner: "Just have fun, and find the bar as quickly as you can."

7:03 Loving Scarlett Johansson's hair. But not her dress.

7:09 JT! I saw a music video of his on TV this morning and for a split second was like Oh yeaaah, Justin Timberlake was a pop star! Crazy. Justin, mission accomplished.

7:13 Why is Oprah presenting tonight? GO AWAY, OPRAH.

7:20 Eleanna text when Helena Bonham Carter showed up: "I killed Sirius Black."

7:21 I just screamed as if I was being murdered upon seeing Andrew Garfield. Have I really become this person?

7:26 Off topic and I don't really care, but Justin Timberlake no longer brings Jessica Biel to awards shows. Like, not one this whole season. Hmmmm.

7:27 Christian Bale! He looks so happy and he won't let go of his wife's hand. I melt.

7:34 Gwennie, you can do better than that dress. But God, is she gorgeous. She really, really is. It's almost inhuman.

7:38 Christian Bale, on whether or not his family gets concerned about his commitment to his roles: "They know I'm a stubborn git."

7:40 Sandra Bullock in red. Yawn. Do these people's stylists talk to each other beforehand? They should. Everyone's in red!

7:44 RDJ posing, I guess, for the crowd? I don't know. Doing something great with his face.

8:03 E! Preshow is over for some reason, so I've switched to ABC. Just in times for James Franco! Already inside the Kodak Theater, chilling in a chair.

8:05 Bwahahahahaaa, he just started laughing to himself at a joke he made that the interviewer didn't understand. Maybe an inside joke with himself. I have those.

8:38 That opening lost steam a couple minutes in. Reaction shots. Everyone is smiling. Because they can't not. It's James Franco!

8:40 This is awkwardly un-funny. Why are they doing this weird family thing? Wait, the Marky Mark joke is funny. Mark, throw something.

8:57 Melissa Leo wins for Best Supporting Actress. Well deserved. Those ads, though, woman...you got lucky!

8:58 Helena Bonham Carter must have practiced her nice face in the mirror after the Golden Globes.

8:59 Melissa Leo just dropped the F bomb. Helloooo.

9:01 Ugh, that was a little overzealous. She stole Kirk Douglas' cane as if she was so shocked she couldn't walk. Anne Hathaway continues to be un-funny.

9:02 "I'm Banksy." That was good! That was good.

9:13 What's with the white tuxes, men?

9:15 Sorkin wins for Best Adapted Screenplay, of course. Who is that blonde next to him? Where is Chenoweth? Oh, Jesse gets up to hug him, and I might lose it. "For my mom and dad, who made a life for me so I could be a part of nights like this." Beautiful, but we expect nothing less.

9:20 The King's Speech screenwriter, who just won for Best Original Screenplay: "The writer's speech. This is terrifying." Hah! He dedicates the award to all the stutterers of the world. "We have a voice, we have been heard." Tremendous.

9:25 James Franco in a dress. I am not surprised.

9:29 Reese Witherspoon, that happens to be Julia Roberts' dress and hair from the year she won Best Actress.

9:32 Mark Ruffalo thanks the camera. So gracious. And Christian Bale wins, thank goodness. First words of his acceptance speech: "Bloody hell." He starts crying as he thanks his wife. "I didn't think I was like this!" Please, more awards for Christian Bale in the future.

9:42 Pretty sure the awards are now boring until about 11:30. This is why the Golden Globes is the best show of awards season. Any way! Just went over to the Jezebel liveblog, and there was this gem: "Justin Timberlake is not Banksy. We would believe it if James Franco claimed to be Banksy, but not JT. Sorry." YES. FRANCO IS BANSKY. Note to self: start this rumor.

9:45 David Fincher getting lots of shout outs tonight, as he should be. His daughter is beautiful!

10:02 It's Kevin Spacey! With a George Clooney joke! And Mandy Moore looking pretty!

10:09 Wait a minute, that's Adrien Brody singing in a Stella Artois ad. Whaaat?

10:18 WAIT, WHAT IS THIS? THIS IS HILARIOUS!

10:20 That was just the best thing to ever happen to the Oscars. Auto-tuning.

10:40 Is Banksy there tonight? Or did he just skip out on the whole thing?

10:43 I don't have time to check it out, but apparently James Franco is real-time tweeting this whole thing, complete with backstage pictures and videos. Who knew he'd like Twitter so much? He joined like a week ago and tweets more than I do.

10:44 Gwenyth in a new dress! I like it.

10:52 That Randy Newman award just reminded me I haven't listened to the Ragtime soundtrack in a while. Just in time for me to mute Celine Dion and play "Back to Before"!

11:02 Catherine Bigelow! Hooray! Where might you be, James Cameron? Somewhere far away, I hope, feeling sorry for yourself. As you were.

11:03 Weeeelll, I now understand why Elvis shot so many of his TV sets. Fincher just lost Best Director - went to Tom Hooper for The King's Speech instead. A ridiculous snub, and one that does not bode well for Social Network's Best Picture chances.

11:11 I love how James Franco is just as annoyed with Anne Hathaway as I am.

11:16 Even Natalie doesn't look surprised when she wins (for Best Actress, if you've been living under a rock).

11:19 Play her offffff!

11:20 Weird to see Sandra up there after what happen after last year's Oscars. Someone on Jezebel after the clip of Michelle Williams: "CREEK FOREVER.

11:23 The visible and audible love for Jesse Eisenberg just made up (if only a little) for the Fincher snub. A huge round of applause, and a shot of Justin Timberlake looking so excited for him.

11:24 HAH, the shot of James Franco backstage. I don't know what's up with James Franco tonight. He's too weird for this stuff.

11:25 Colin Firth. Time for a charming, British speech!

11:30 Well, less charming than I expected. He seemed a little scattered. But I couldn't care less. Mr. Darcy has his Oscar..

11:35 Yes! Shot of Andrew smashing Jesse's laptop.

11:36 Biggest applause for True Grit, The Social Network, and Toy Story 3. But Best Picture goes to The King's Speech. Ughhhhhhhh. Someone get me Fincher's reaction shot. I'm going to make it my profile picture.

11:37 Well, I don't need to stick around for this acceptance speech. Goodnight, you princes and princesses, and thank you for reading. I appreciate it more than I can say. The next and only legitimate awards show (besides the Globes) is the Emmys in September (TV! TV! TV!), so we have that to look forward to. Oscars, I'm shaking my head.

90210ers

The whole gang on set, in a picture tweeted by one of their directors. I love casts that love each other.

Glee "Blame It On The Alcohol" Recap: Being Drunk’s A Lot Like Loving You

Glee, you self-fulfilling prophecy, you. A few bad episodes? Time for a really good, reminiscent-of-season-one, keep-the-viewers-coming-back-for-more episode!

It’s a shame that I’ve gotten so sick of this show that when the promos for Tuesday’s episode showed the kids getting drunk together, I was honestly thrilled. Why? BECAUSE NOTHING HAPPENS ON GLEE ANY MORE. Every episode goes as follows: Finn and Rachel break up and get back together, and Kurt cries, and Sue tries to bring down Glee Club, and the Glee kids finally accept that they are outsiders. And they never leave school. Getting out of McKinely is the best thing the show ever does for itself (hello, Kurt-Mercedes-Rachel sleepover), but those moments are few and far in between. 

But the strangest thing about Tuesday’s episode wasn’t that the kids were out of their element; it was that I hated all the music and still liked this episode! The dialogue was strong and the episode wasn’t too serious and so much was going on that it was able to stay afloat.

On to the recap: Figgins calls Will into his office and says that the school has an “epidemic” – kids are showing up to school drunk. He asks Will to have the Glee kids do a song at assembly that educates on the dangers of drinking. Because people think the Glee kids are super cool, so they will definitely listen.

Puck asks Rachel to have a party at her house this weekend because he is somehow aware that her dads are away – “this is the kind of information a guy like me tends to know.” I actually love their chemistry and this scene is adorable because she’s clearly charmed by him. Rachel tells him her dads left her alone because they trust her to be responsible, and Puck tells her “they left you alone because you suck.” HAH.

Rachel is trying to write original songs for Regionals, so she sings a really crap one for Finn called “My Headband.” Errr…Gossip Girl? Is that you? He tells her it’s crap, which is good of him, I guess, and that she needs to experience things outside of her comfort zone to write a good song.

Cue a 24-style split screen phone conversation with Santana and Brittany, Mercedes and Artie, and Puck. Puck can score some wine coolers, so “The Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza is a go.”

Blaine and Kurt arrive, and LE SIGH, Blaine looks even cuter in normal-people clothes than in his Warblers uniform. Soon everyone is there and it’s lame so everyone wants to leave. Puck says the only way they’re going to stay is if Rachel lets him break into her dad’s liquor cabinet.

And then it’s the obligatory shots of everyone getting wrecked, including one of Santana doing a tequila shot off of Brittany’s stomach. Ryan Murphy, there’s ridiculous, and then there’s ridiculous. But then there’s Lea Michele’s perfect delivery of “IT TASTES LIKE PINK!” after chugging a wine cooler. And the shot of Blaine dancing around wildly. And Finn acting like he’s above it all because he’s the designated driver, and Quinn being a wet blanket, which finally gave me a legitimate reason to hate them both. And Santana being a sad, insecure drunk. And Artie shouting “making it raaaaiiin!” And these are the things, Murphy, that redeem you and your stupid show all over again.

Spin the Bottle time! Blaine and Rachel kiss, and it’s weird, because it goes on for a little too long. But we all know he’s going to question his sexuality this week so whatever. Then they sing “Don’t you Want Me, Baby,” one of my least favorite songs ever. But it didn’t really piss me off that much! Maybe it is easier to watch Glee cover bad songs that I don’t care about then to see them cover good songs I love and butcher them with too much auto tune.

Morning after. Burt finds Blaine in Kurt’s bed. We all know nothing happened, but Burt doesn’t, and he’s freaked out, especially because Kurt doesn’t even mention it.

Back to McKinely. Tina: “I need to close my locker and it’s going to sound like a gunshot.” Hah. The crew is all hung over. Artie gives them bloody marys – hair of the dog, he says. They all drink up and sing “Blame it on the Alcohol.” Another song I don’t like at all. But actually, the dance moves are fun and they look like they’re having a blast. And it’s great to see Mercedes’ voice featured for a whole song instead of Rachel’s. Schu loves it. They are so good at acting drunk! Uhhh, they are drunk, you dolt. Sidenote: These ridiculously extravagant sets that somehow pop up in the auditorium and the matching costumes and choreographed light shows…harder and harder to let slip. Partly because all Schu ever does is complain about the Glee Club budget.

Rachel gives a little bow when Schu compliments their performance, and then proceeds to tell him his vest is cute and he is “all kinds of awesome.” Again, Lea Michele is fantastic in this scene and actually beginning to prove she can play something other than herself. But Schu tells them that the song glorifies alcohol rather than educates on it. The kids tell him he's out of touch. They are already aware of the dangers of alcohol and this whole thing is a waste of time.

Kurt is giving Blaine hell about kissing Rachel at the party when she happens to call Blaine and ask him out. He says yes, and Kurt kind of loses it. But Blaine tells him that when they kissed “it felt good,” and he’s never even had a boyfriend before, and he feels like this is the time to figure things out. Maybe he’s bisexual. Kurt says that “bisexual is a term that gay guys in high school use when they wanna hold hands with girls and feel like a normal person for a change.” Hmm. Not sure what side the show is on here. Kurt is obviously upset because his role model, who has always been sure of his sexuality, is now questioning it, but clearly he’s also jealous of Rachel.

Schu tells Beiste that maybe the kids were right; maybe he is out of touch. He certainly doesn’t do anything for fun lately. So she invites him to her fave honky-tonk bar, where they sing a stupid country song together and he proceeds to get black out drunk. She takes him home and he drunk dials Emma (Schu, always with the maturity) and leaves her an embarrassing “Hey there sexy lady…there’s something I reaaaallly reeeeallly want to say to you” voicemail. We don’t get to hear the rest of it. Yet.

Kurt is over helping Rachel clean up after the party, or as she rightly assesses, trying to figure out how her date with Blaine went. She says it was great, but they didn't kiss. Kurt tells Rachel he’s sure she and Blaine have a lot in common, but in all honesty, they don’t have chemistry. Rachel says she’s going to kiss Blaine sober and if the chemistry is still there, then Kurt will have to "eat a slice of humble pie."

Will is hung over at school the next day when he bumps into Emma and apologizes for the drunk dial, but she didn’t get a single message. Golly, folks, I wonder who he called by accident. Sue Sylvester! There you are! She tells him she got the message and says something about finally having the tools to take him down. The usual.

Kurt's house, where he is being a little bitch to his Dad. Seriously, the profanity is not for affect. He’s being a brat. He finally admits it’s about Blaine liking Rachel. Burt brings up the other night and tells Kurt he needs to ask before he has a guy sleep over. Kurt pulls the “you’re uncomfortable with it because I’m gay” card, which is such BS, because it’s obviously not about that at all. Burt couldn’t be more accepting of Kurt’s sexuality. He just doesn’t want his kid having sex under his roof. He would say the same to Finn if he had a girl sleep over. It’s settled, then, but Kurt gives Burt the least sincere apology I’ve seen in a while.

The kids are about to perform at the assembly, but they’re nervous because they haven’t rehearsed and something always goes wrong when they perform at school. Rachel has made a cocktail that sounds positively revolting, and everyone takes shot of it – “To Ke$ha!” They perform Tick Tock, which is great (there’s an adorable shot of Beiste singing along) until Brittany and Santana vomit.

The next day. Sue is on the school intercom, condemning the Glee Club for their performance. She calls Schu an “alcoholic teen vomit fetishist,” which is perfect, and plays his voicemail for the whole school, in which he tells Emma that he loves the way she eats her lunch with plastic gloves, and proposes “one night of getting crazy, rolling around in the hay.” Emma hears the whole thing, of course, and is obviously embarrassed but also visibly touched.

The Glee Club comes into Figgins’ office, all ready to get suspended, and he’s like “That special-effect vomiting was awesome! No one wants to drink any more! Good job!” Saaaaaweeeettttt. And Schu gets a free pass because Figgins’ pastor has agreed to talk to him, to which Schu is like, “Sure thing man! Never happening!”

Glee Club reunites in the classroom. Rachel never wants to drink again, Brittany says the assembly performance wouldn’t have worked without it. Schu gives them a pretty legit lecture, telling them what they did was not only unprofessional and stupid, it was illegal. Quinn, stupid snarky loser that she is, tells Schu that “it’s a fair amount of the pot calling the kettle black.” Brittany, in her best line in a while: “That is so racist.” Schu says he knows how hypocritical he sounds, so he’s going to stop drinking. He has more to live for. Like what? He doesn’t answer. Any way, he gives the kids sheets to sign, pledges to stop drinking until after Regionals. He puts his cell phone number in the corner just in case they feel tempted or ever need a designated driver. Everyone signs.

Rachel and Kurt are at the coffee shop waiting for Blaine, and it looks like Kurt has come around. He tells Rachel that she should rethink this whole kiss thing – no good can come of it, and no matter how he feels about Blaine, he doesn’t want Rachel getting hurt. But Blaine comes in and Rachel kisses him any way, and he’s like, “Yep, I’m gay. 100% gay.” And she isn’t hurt at all, actually. She’s psyched, because she had a 5 second relationship with a gay guy, so now she has lived! She has material to write a song about! And as we used to say at summer camp, a good day was had by all.

Quick shout-outs: Community had a pitch-perfect episode this Thursday, so much so that I didn’t want to write about it for fear of ruining it. If you're not watching that show, I can't fully explain just how much you're missing out. And props to 30 Rock for calling out Jezebel. Still one of my favorite websites, but they needed to be called out – for God’s sake, they write about “how far we’ve come and which women have the worst beach bodies.” It is a wonderful website, but it is a difficult website. (30 Rock also gets extra points this week because Jack said this to a teacher: “Quiet, Chalk Hands. A real man is talking.”) And finally, to Hugh Laurie, who continues to deliver on House. The last scene of Monday's episode was heartbreaking. He is at his best when the material is the most uncomfortable.

And finally, a reminder: liveblogging the Oscars tomorrow! Be sure to stop by! 

Everything Black Swan related is a bad idea

Gawker posted an article on this woman who tried "The Black Swan Diet" to lose five pounds before her wedding day. This meant all vegetarian meals, ballet classes, blah blah blah, you can read about it here. But the article, in a very non-Gawker like, non-snarky way, calls the woman out for trying a diet/exercise regimen that Natalie Portman did for a year to look the way she did. Not only does the author tell us that "endlessly vying to emulate her/him is only going to drive you as insane as she goes in the movie," there's this:

"They are famous people with nothing to do but diet, exercise, and tend to their bodies and they have unlimited resources and all sorts of assistance to do so. The rest of us have jobs, strange food cravings, lazy days, and incidental circumstances that keep us from the gym. There isn't something fundamentally wrong with us, we're just normal."

How about that. I've never been so happy to be normal. And Gawker, there may be hope for you yet.

Happiness

My favorite motley crew, minus Chevy Chase. This is a scan from a magazine, and he's on the other page. Thank goodness. Or else I would have had to title this post "Unhappiness." Sorry, Chevy...it's just that you suck.

Good news!

And about damn time, too.

Damn you, Mchale

In a video that is 1 minute and 39 seconds long, Joel McHale has unintentionally made a short film of my life. He says things like "I guess I have to watch these [movies] now...why is my life so hard?" which I believe my friends would tell you is all I ever say, and also displays completely inappropriate reactions to Oscar-nominated movies, which is all I ever do (ex: this blog). Oops?

Oh ma ga

If this is legit, I will be the happiest girl in the world.

For every well-intentioned, honest reporter...

there's a whole magazine staff of lying ones! Loved this all-too-true article about actresses and food. However, Rolling Stone continues to make my stomach turn.

In honor of Valentine's Day

A happy one to all!

Lazy Sunday

Two things:

1) Donald Glover from NBC's Community is Troy in real life, too, except for smarter. But just as funny and just as much of a pop culture nerd, which i love. Check this out.

2) Currently over at the Entertainment Weekly Grammys LiveBlog. Dancing around the room every time they decide I'm funny enough to re-publish a comment of mine. (Rarely). Come join!

The good, bad, and ugly over the past couple of days

Good:

Glee’s Valentine’s Day episode last night. For all of Glee’s flaws – and believe me, I know there are many – the best episodes are not the ones in which the show tries to be relevant and poignant and have fantastic, showy musical numbers and also make fun of itself but also take itself seriously, and give everyone screen time and have two celebrity guests. The best episodes are the ones where – simply – there are a couple really strong moments, and they outweigh the weak ones. Santana (the beautiful and talented Naya Rivera) finally got a plotline. Mark Salling committed to the ridiculousness of Puck crushing on Lauren, so it worked, and 10 points for his perfect delivery of “What is this place?” when she takes him to the library. Blaine sang a Robin Thicke song. Sighhhh. Kurt finally confronted him about all of their sexual tension, thank God. It was starting to look like a Josh and Donna West Wing situation for a little while there. Mercedes got to explain why she’s the one character that’s not desperate for a relationship – “Look at me. I don’t have a date for Valentine’s Day and I could give a rip. The three of us are divas...everybody feels lonely. Harnessing this pain is why [our heroes] became legends.” A nice response from the creators to the numerous bloggers wondering why they haven’t given her a love interest yet. And Rachel was suddenly self-aware (but devastatingly so) when she acknowledged that "girls like [her] don't usually get chosen over girls like Quinn." But still, Finn and Quinn are totally unlikeable, Kurt switched schools to get more personal attention and he hasn’t had one solo yet, and Tina crying during her song was decidedly un-funny. Ah, well…beggars can’t be choosers.

Colin Firth in the billions of interviews he’s had to do lately because of his King’s Speech Oscar buzz. He is the most humble, sweet, funny, and unaffected movie star out there, and he takes what he does with just the right mix of seriousness and humor. I would say he’s charming, because he is, but he doesn’t even mean to be. It is time for his Oscar, but really, after his performances in films like When Did You Last See Your Father? and A Single Man, of course it is time.

How I Met Your Mother went back to being funny! Other than the utterly useless Katy Perry cameo – God, she’s annoying – Monday’s episode was pitch-perfect. I loved seeing the story from everyone but Ted’s perspective for once – hilarious – and Marshall’s family getting as excited as we were that Zoe is finally single. WHY CAN’T SHE BE THE MOTHER? I LOVE DR. CAMERON!

The New York Times gets their balls back (don’t ask me when they lost them, I’m 20 years old) and finally reviews Spiderman: Turn Off the Dark. And totally eviscerates it. YES. About time.

I haven’t been crazy about House lately because I think the writers kind of screwed up House and Cuddy finally getting together, Wilson has been MIA, and I don’t like Candace Bergen at all, who has been playing Cuddy’s mom. But Mama Cuddy was the patient of the week on Monday, and House – for the first time ever – used the “Do it or you’re fired” line on his team when trying to save her. That’s the House I know and love! Enough of this one step forward, two steps back business with he and Cuddy. He literally threatened four people’s jobs to get them to save a woman he barely knows for the woman he loves. Nice.

This, because why the hell not?

Jesse Eisenberg on going to the Oscars: "I feel like when I was 13 and I had to go to bar mitzvahs every weekend. This is the same feeling. You have to put on a suit every weekend to go meet with a bunch of Jews."

Bad:

I DON’T CARE ABOUT MICHELLE OBAMA’S STYLE. And if you do, you need to find a hobby. I guess there’s this new book out about her fashion sense – really, a book? – and of course it’s getting a lot of press - female bloggers in particular are eating it up.

Annie’s cousin is trying to sabotage her on 90210. I'm yawning.

The incredibly strange way in which all of my favorite shows have ended up being ones aired during the summer – Mad Men, Weeds, Breaking Bad, and Friday Night Lights. No, I don’t have DirecTV. Leave me alone.

Artists releasing “teasers” of their music videos – Britney, I’m looking at you. Music videos are roughly three-minute long videos of you lipsyncing at a camera. Not that special and certainly not worthy of teasers to hype them up.

Ugly:

Gawker and Jezebel's new layouts. UGH.

Jude Law and Sienna Miller have broken up (again). I hate myself for saying this, but I was pulling for those two crazy kids. Now I’ll go to People.com and couples like J.Lo and Marc Antony or Blake Lively and Insert It Boy Here will somehow stay together and revel in their publicity and not be English or cute.

When does Sherlock start up again? I’ve watched the first season’s three episodes probably 20 times each now…

Just Go With It – the new romcom starring the mind-numbingly one-note Jennifer Aniston and completely unappealing Adam Sandler. Aren’t there already enough bad movies out there? Now there’s one in which it’s totally plausible that Adam Sandler would date Brooklyn Decker and Jennifer Aniston would agree to pretend to be his ex-wife? And it would be funny? And people would pay money to see it?

Weeeeelll, this just ended on a much more negative note than I intended…errr…I’ll post something happy ASAP!

HP to receive BAFTA honor

I know I use the term well-deserved too often on here, but this is something that really, really is. I can't even begin to explain why, because Harry's world was mine, my family's, my friends' - for 10 whole years. I'm holding off on saying goodbye to it for as long as possible.

Goodbye to The White Stripes and other news...

Today was the opposite of a slow news day, namely because of the official breakup of the incomparable White Stripes. Not really surprising - both Jack and Meg have had a number of projects on their own over the past few years - but sad nonetheless. Dianna Agron tweeted: "Now the White Stripes belong to us. 13 years is a great run." I think she hit the nail on the head. Also, rumors are a-swirling that Joseph Gordon-Levitt may be cast in Batman: The Dark Knight Rises. So exciting. I really hope it works out; Hollywood doesn't put him in half as many movies as they should. Would maybe-kind of-sort of make up for the complete miscasting of Anne Hathaway as Catwoman. Ugh. And finally, SNL booked Russell Brand for their February 12th show - which I'm psyched about - but Chris Brown is the musical guest. Umm, what? Wasn't he supposed to be blacklisted from like...everywhere...forever? If not, shouldn't he be??

PS - I just finished watching Never Let Me Go. A fantastic film, but should probably come with a "WARNING: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART" label for those who haven't read the book. I was in tears 5 minutes in. And Andrew Garfield, as usual, just wrecked me. In the best possible way, he absolutely wrecked me. That kid can do no wrong.

I love iTunes

for this post alone, from customer reviews of The Social Network:

Subject line: "You have to watch this"

Review: Watch this.