Maribel Banegas, former maid to Victoria Principal, has filed suit in LA County Superior Court alleging that Ms. Pamela Ewing is a whack job.

According to Banegas, after taking Principal’s dog Mei-Ling for a walk, she returned to a furious Victoria.  She was fired immediately for taking too long to walk the pup.  When Banegas inquired about about her final wages, the actress left and then returned to the room brandishing a gun.  The maid’s complaint includes details of how Principal pointed and aimed as well as asking another employee to “stand aside in order that she could kill the plaintiff.”

No doubt, this is a total shakedown for money.  Wouldn’t she call the cops if a gun was aimed at her?  Nothing says “life in danger,” like a civil court lawsuit.

Dom DeLuise passed away in his sleep last evening at a Los Angeles hospital.  He was seventy-five.

The actor who starred in Blazing Saddles and The Cannonball Run is survived by his wife of forty-four years and three sons.

Last night was the Costume Institute Gala at the Met in New York City.  “The Model As Muse:  Embodying Fashion” fete was all about high fashion.  Someone really, really should have let Ronnie Spector know what this party was all about.

Now, I often get flummoxed by haute couture but I do understand that it’s about fashion that isn’t wearable as much as it is art.  Having said that, I’d like to offer some of my commentary, and hear yours as well, on dresses of the evening. The photo gallery is massive but you really can never see enough gowns!

Kate Moss arrived with Marc Jacobs.  She looks like a cross between Elizabeth Taylor, an Oscar and Wonder Woman.

Heidi Klum looks like her Hefty trash bags got caught in a wind storm.  So she belted them and called it a dress.

Anna Wintour has zero body fat and Andre Leon Talley has hers, plus his, plus I think he’s hiding Gary Coleman under his caftan.

Justin Timberlake arrived with his exploding used tampon of a girlfriend, Jessica Biel.

Ashley Olsen grabbed the 1000 thread count sheets off the bed at her hotel and went totally Scarlett O’Hara in fashioning a gown for herself.

Tom Brady and Gisele are ridiculously beautiful and should be legally prohibited from procreating.

Posh Beckham Spice, or PBS as I like to call her, actually sorta kinda smiled as did Kanye West and his girlfriend Amber Rose.

Cindy Crawford was a hot prom queen mess in a satin dress with dyed-to-match shoes, Eva Mendes looked elegant and Karolina Kurkova should thank me for spelling her name with a K, because the paparazzi agencies are never going to.

Madonna took the night off from her waitressing gig at Medieval Times, Kate Hudson wore the other half of Kate Moss’ dress, and Stella McCartney should be ashamed to call herself a designer.

Mary-Kate Olsen looked awesome, Anne Hathaway is Wonder Woman and Jessica Alba was pretty save the too heavy tight and shoe combo.

Kate Beckinsale’s dress was stunning, Katy Perry looked the best I’ve ever seen her, Helena Christensen hopefully got paid very well for wearing the disaster that is her frock.

Iman is fifty-three and looks like she’s twenty-five.  I want to be Somalian like her.  Billy Joel can’t believe someone so attractive agreed to marry him, and if ever there was a dress Winona Ryder should not have paid for, this would be it.

Renee Zellweger went out of her way to pick the worst color ever, and I hate to say it, but Bruce Willis’ new wife looks just like Demi Moore.

Tyra looked fierce and Eva Longoria’s husband played it classy by keeping his hand on her ass all night.

Elizabeth Hurley’s powder puff of a dress was so huge that it also appears in the background of many other pictures and Diane von Furstenberg really needs a bra.

Kirsten Dunst is a train wreck.  Brooke Shields looks great as long as you don’t get too close, and I am happy to see Allegra Versace not only alive but looking much healthier.

Leighton Meester’s stylist totally, totally hates her, Ivanka Trump is looking a little broad in the beam, and the arms of Jimmy Fallon’s wife looked okay.

Ciara’s nips, Melania Trump’s Spanx and Donna Karan’s undergarments all showed through thanks to the intense lighting on the red carpet.

Rihanna looked pretty as did Blake Lively.  Though I guarantee you that we’ll start seeing “Blake Lively is fat!” articles soon.

The biggest question of the night:  Just how great in the rack is Ric Ocasek to have held on to Paulina Porizkova for the past twenty years?

Every now and again I get an idea in my mind. Sometimes that idea is good, and sometimes that idea is bad. Regardless, I move ahead with it. And when the idea involves both social networking AND photos of cats? I move ahead full-force.

So I want to do a gallery on Evil Beet of all your family cats. I’m sure somewhere along the way there will be a winner (chosen by your votes) and there will be a prize for that winner, I just haven’t got all that sorted out yet.

Here’s the catch: You have to send me the pics via Twitter, with the hashtag #catpics.

You can catch me on Twitter at twitter.com/evilbeet and the service is free and easy to join. Use Twitpics.com to upload the cat pics.

You can see my little Josie up at the top of this post. Josie is being taken out of the competition because it wouldn’t be fair for the rest of the cats. (She is clearly an established fashion model.) But Josie is what your cat should aim to be.

Looking forward to seeing your pussies!

Nicole shows off her growing baby bump after she grabs some Starbucks in LA. I feel like that bump is getting really big really fast! I’d say that the child is gonna be huge, but since it’s the spawn of Nicole and Joel Madden, two of the smallest people in Hollywood, that’s unlikely to be true.

I guess everyone has to settle down eventually. The rockstar genius behind Nine Inch Nails, Trent Reznor, has announced his engagement to Mariqueen Maandig, the lead singer for West Indian Girl. The two showed up at the Star Trek premiere together last week.

When I read that name, I cringed. Mariqueen Maandig is seared into my memory forever. Years ago, West Indian Girl performed at the Film.com Sundance bash. I tried to interview her beforehand. Tried. It was the clusterfuck to top all clusterfucks. She was nervous as hell and I was told I would just be sitting in with another interviewer — I’d be there to make jokes and look pretty, basically — so I hadn’t prepped. At the last minute, I was told I was doing the interview myself. I didn’t know anything about her band and I didn’t know what the hell to ask her, and she kept coming back at me with one-word answers, or sometimes just grunts. This went on for a really, really long time. It was painful. I think we both felt awful about the whole thing. She later apologized to me on the band’s blog, but it was probably I who owed her an apology. It definitely goes down in my book as the worst interview I’ve ever done. I can’t even find the footage to link you guys to. I think Film.com burned it. But I learned an important lesson there: No matter what anyone tells you about how laid-back it’s going to be or what your role is, you never, ever go into an interview without prepping on your subject. I haven’t made that mistake since. Mariqueen and the band went on to put on a fantastic show. She wore a mind-blowing little gold dress that pretty much rendered the male population of that party useless for the night. You can check out her performance here.

Congrats to Trent and Mariqueen!!!