Drew Barrymore and Justin Long filming scenes for the upcoming movie Going the Distance in Central Park. Yes, it’s a scene for a movie. But does that make it any less nauseating? Also, these two are dating, so this is an example of something that happens all the time in real life. I often wonder how I sleep at night knowing that things like this go on.

Another gossip site had these photos listed as Justin and Drew having a day out in the park, not filming for a movie. But you can tell they’re filming for a movie because in the real world, any woman (or man) with half a gram of common sense and functioning gonads would be turned around the other way in the boat, making out with Charlie Day.

While most of the photos in the gallery are shots of them filming, I’m pretty sure there was something “real world” seriously wrong with that hotdog.

Kristin played around on the beach while filming an upcoming episode of The Hills. As is usually the case with “stars” of The Hills, I found myself wondering aloud why she’s famous. But I think if you have abs like that, you are required to be famous. Otherwise, it just wouldn’t be fair to all us normal, non-famous, schlubs with normal, non-famous squishy mid-sections.

Sex and the City star Willie Garson is in the process of finalizing the adoption of his 8-year old son, Nathan. Garson had attended an Adoption Fair with the intention of adopting a toddler, but knew as soon as he met Nathan that he was his son.

“It’s like a pet fair – as horrifying as you can imagine,” he recalls. “It was really hard. The 16-year-old fat, ugly kid, who has probably been to 30 of these, knows he’s not going to get adopted. Like everything, cute wins.”

To that end, Willie was shocked that his son was still in the system. “I couldn’t believe my kid was actually available for adoption,” says the doting dad. “He’s so cute and sweet.”

Willie makes sure that Nathan’s biological mother has a relationship with the boy. “For many reasons, she couldn’t care for him,” he explains, “but I will never let her not see him.”

Willie will take Nathan with him when he relocates to New York later this year to begin filming Sex and the City 2. The relocation might be a bit of an adjustment for Nathan. Apparently the two are able to lead a fairly quiet existence in L.A., but the entire Sex and the City cast “can’t walk 20 feet without being mobbed” in New York City.

Lilo doing an “homage” photo shoot in her Calvins. By “homage” I mean that this isn’t for an advertisement, or a promotion, or a magazine article, or for anything in particular. She was just bored.

Is it just me or does being topless make Lindsay Lohan seem even more ridiculous? I’m as straight as the shortest distance between two points, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate seeing the occasional picture of a hot woman topless. This, however, does nothing for me. Except I now have this curious desire to donate money to lots and lots of charities.

Buffalo Bills wide receiver Terrell Owens has released his very own breakfast cereal– the very cleverly named T O’s. The concept has all the self-promotional appeal of Flutie Flakes, but without any of that bothersome altruism to get in the way.

The ever humble Owens has said that having his “beautiful handsome face” on the cover is better than making it on a box of Wheaties. As for the cereal itself, I’ve heard that it tastes exactly like Honey Nut Cheerios, except with a picture of a jackass on the outside, designed to make you lose your appetite. Maybe some of you Buffalo readers can confirm this for me?

On a related note, is anyone else as excited as I am about football season starting back up? The Hall of Fame game on Sunday is just for show, but it also heralds the start of real football season. It will be interesting to see if you can put the enormous egos of both Terrell Owens and Vince Young in the same place at the same time without ripping a hole in the fabric of the universe.

Florida authorities released an autopsy report yesterday stating that repeated cocaine use most likely contributed to infomercial pitchman Billy Mays’ death.

And no one is surprised.

Well, except for  his wife.

Mays’ angry family called the announcement “speculative … and frankly unnecessary.”

His widow, Deborah, who found her husband dead in bed, said she may hire an independent expert to review the findings.

She said she was unaware of any drug use by her husband, beyond prescription pills for a hip problem.

“Billy suffered from chronic, untreated hypertension,” she said in a statement.

“Given the hectic nature and pace of Billy’s life, especially during the past 10 months of his exhaustive travel across the country, it was not surprising to hear that hypertension was the cause of his death.”