Hmmm, I don’t know how I feel about this. It looks like they’re getting close to making a film version of the totally amazing book Eat, Pray, Love … with Julia Roberts in the lead role.

Columbia Pictures is in negotiations to pick up the movie rights, released by Paramount Pictures, to the best-selling memoir “Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia.”

Columbia is also in the process of making deals with the actors and filmmakers already connected to the screen project. They include Julia Roberts, who would star; “Nip/Tuck” creator Ryan Murphy, who would write and direct; and Brad Pitt and Dede Gardner, who would produce via their Plan B production company.

It’s not that I don’t like Julia, but I just totally did not picture her for this role. I picture someone younger and softer. More vulnerable, I guess. But could this role be the reason Julia was recently spotted sight-seeing in India?

I dunno, I guess the book just meant a lot to me, and I really don’t want to see it as a movie. It’ll lose so much in the translation.

I’m actually going to see the author, Elizabeth Gilbert, speak here in Seattle in a couple weeks. If they do Q&A I am definitely going to be asking her for her thoughts about this.

Oh, Lindsay.

Stories about you hiding liquor under your table at the club and fighting with Samantha just never get old.

Oh, wait, except they totally do.

On Friday night, Lohan accompanied Samantha Ronson to ESPN The Magazine’s NEXT Pre-Super Bowl bash and the two apparently had yet another tiff. Pop Tarts has been told that an angry-looking Lindsay hung out near Sam’s D.J. booth chain-smoking until the early hours while shooting her dirty looks. According to our insider, Lohan continued to grab Ronson’s blackberry obsessively and check her messages before an inevitable feud broke out. The two later headed to the ladies’ to “sort it out” and came out smiling.

“They’re always breaking up,” a source close to the couple told Tarts. “Samantha won’t let Lindsay go, she doesn’t have a career without her.”

And while the party peeps all enjoyed shots of Patron, the “reformed” rehabber made a public display of only drinking Red Bull, although word has it that a secret stash of liquor was later found underneath Lilo’s table … Is our girl going through a relapse?

But stories about your hungover ass whining about you might have to fly coach?

That is different and exciting.

The 22-year-old caused chaos while departing on a Delta Flight from Tampa, Fla. on Saturday morning when the airline was unable to provide her with a first-class seat on the already overbooked flight. According to an insider, passengers laughed as the starlet acted incredibly entitled (and embarrassed), stomped around and warned a friend traveling with her: “you’d better come and visit me back there in case I die.”

But fortunately for Linds, she didn’t have to suffer the life-threatening ill of business or economy class as she was eventually moved into first following her entertaining tantrum.

I totally agree with Lindsay. I can’t remember if I posted about it here or on my personal blog, but I recently had enough miles to upgrade to first class on a flight. It was my first time flying first class, and I swear to you I will never fly coach again. I am not flying anywhere ever again until I am married to my billionaire and I can go first class. There is such a difference, it’s unbelievable. I never thought I minded flying coach until I flew first class. Now I mind flying coach. If I were as rich and famous as Lindsay Lohan, I’d be a bitch about this kind of stuff, too.

“I wish her nothing but the best and I hope she’s happy — whatever size that comes in.”

ZING!

Nick Lachey weighs in — ha ha no pun intended — on the media frenzy surrounding his ex-wife Jessica Simpson’s weight gain.

Just to highlight exactly how big a deal this has become, our very own President made a comment on it during his Matt Lauer interview for the Super Bowl pre-game broadcast. The clip is below. Watch it now — it’ll be pulled soon.

I love you guys, but, I gotta be honest — I was planning on getting out of this gig pretty soon. You see, I had tens of thousands of dollars invested in death pools worldwide, betting on Amy Winehouse to be dead by the end of the year. I figured she’d kick the bucket pretty soon, and I could cash in and move to a Bahamian island. Actually, no, I’d probably move to Hawaii or something, since everyone just seems to die when they go near the Bahamas.

Except for Amy Winehouse.

While she’s still getting drunk all the time, Amy appears not to be particularly cracked out these days, and has wisely turned control of her money over to the care of her parents.

The pop diva, trying to beat her drug problems on a long Caribbean holiday, signed when dad Mitch flew to see her.

Now she is barred from spending her own money without the say-so of Mitch or her mum Janis.

The move comes just weeks before Amy, 25, is expected to receive a £10million cheque for last year’s sales of her 2006 album Back To Black.

“Everyone is pleased because it means Amy is listening to good advice,” said a source. “It’s still her money and nobody else can touch it. But this stops her doing anything stupid. And it is evidence that Amy is really turning her life around.”

Documents lodged at Companies House show Amy is the only beneficiary of her company Cherry Westfield – she owns all 100 £1 “ordinary” shares in the firm. But on January 16 Amy, who is now being divorced by her druggie husband Blake Fielder-Civil on the grounds of infidelity, agreed “articles of association” which give her parents “B-shares” – and voting rights which restrict her actions.

Her friend Blake Wood witnessed Amy’s signature on the document, which ex-cabbie Mitch personally delivered to her St Lucia villa.

At least one of her parents – who divorced when Amy was nine – must agree to any decisions about Cherry Westfield.

Now, this isn’t exactly the scenario that Britney Spears has — her father has far more control over her life than this document gives Amy’s parents — but it’s a sign that Amy is open to taking suggestions, and possibly allowing others to help her move her life in a non-dying direction.

Which is good for Amy, but bad for anyone who had her in a death pool.

So who should my money be on now?

OMG!!!!

I’m sorry, but every time I hear about this stupid woman in California who had fucking OCTUPLETS when she already had SIX CHILDREN, I just get this mental image of Kate Gosselin pacing around her brand new kitchen, furiously scrubbing every nook and cranny and muttering to herself about that damn octuplet lady, trying to steal her thunder. Also, at some point in her rant she will misuse a word and then blame Jon for it.

The whole thing gives me such glee.

Anyway, stupid octuplet lady wants $2M for media interviews and commercial sponsorship to help pay the cost of raising the children.

Although still confined to an LA hospital bed, she intends to talk to two influential television hosts this week — media mogul Oprah Winfrey, and Diane Sawyer, who presents Good Morning America.

Her family has told agents she needs cash from deals such as nappy sponsorship — she will get through 250 a week in the next few months — and the agents will gauge public reaction to her story.

Her earning power, though, could be diminished by a growing ethical and medical controversy. Experts believe that the unnamed fertility specialists who gave her in vitro fertilisation (IVF) should not have implanted so many embryos, and in choosing to carry all eight to term, Suleman ignored guidelines, risking both their health and her own.

I, for one, am in the “this shit is messed up” camp. While I completely respect her decision not to reduce, what the fuck was this woman doing having IVF in the first place when she already had six kids? She seems crazy — not, like, Kate Gosselin’s endearingly OCD crazy, but really genuinely crazy — and I’m kind of worried for these kids, personally. I will be kind of irked if the media shells out that kind of money to chat with her. People should not be encouraged to have a billion babies for the media attention.

After swearing that they’d never walk a red carpet together, Gwyn and Chris are working on plans to appear together at the Oscars later this month.  And this has truly convinced me that all the “troubled marriage” rumors are false.  Because if you attend awards shows together, that is the number one sign of a strong union.  For real.

I could never be a part of a Hollyweird couple.  How do you think this conversation went?  “Listen, I know we promised we’d never be photographed together, but people are talking about the fact that we’re never on the same continent at the same time.  My publicist was talking to your manager and they feel that we really need to consider doing this project.  Our likability ratings are nil right now.  This could really help us!  Could you stop working on your stupid, fucking GOOP site for one second and talk to me?”

These two never really seem to be a couple except when cranking out biblically named children, but rumors of a rift strengthened last month when Martin was hanging with Brit singer, Aleesha Dixon.  He offered her a ride on his private jet.  I think that’s Britcode for blow job but I’m not sure.

The picture of the happy couple is from 2005.  Aleesha Dixon, just because.