Here’s a photo of Justin Bieber at Six Flags last week, back before his younger, more talented look-alike Greyson Michael Chance got a record deal and pushed the Biebz one step closer to oblivion.  He looks happy here, at least.

Another blow to Bieber came when Twitter just recently changed the way their trending topics are selected.  With those changes, poor Justin no longer qualifies; he was pushed off the list, but today his fans pulled together and got him back on as “Twieber.”  And that’s what dedication is.

Ok, mostly it was just a ridiculously slow news day and I wanted to post this picture of Justin Bieber with Bugs Bunny because it makes me giggle.  You caught me, internet.  Give yourself a pat on the back.

In a recent interview, Catherine Zeta-Jones said:

“I am not aesthetically beautiful.  I have a broken nose, I had a tracheotomy when I was a kid, I have broken capillaries and I’m always asking my husband ‘do I look fat in this dress? Can you see that spot on my face’.”

Is she serious with this?  If she is not “aesthetically beautiful,” then who is?  I understand personal insecurities and all that, but I hate it when unbelievably gorgeous women like Catherine Zeta-Jones complain about their looks.  What do you want, Catherine, gold skin and a personal blessing from Aphrodite?  Shut up and go be flawless.

Jake went to the Moscow premiere of Prince of Persia.  Then he went to a club.  The above video documents what occurred.

I’m not a huge Jake Gyllenhaal fan.  I liked him in October Sky, and he was pretty cute in Brokeback Mountain, but that’s about it.  However, I am always a fan of drunk guys dancing and hitting on girls in clubs, so I feel I am at a crossroads.  I remember that atrocity called The Day After Tomorrow, but then I watch him get a friendly arm pat and a dismissal from some girl at around 1:38, and I just can’t help laughing.  What a cruel position you’ve put me in, Jake Gyllenhaal.

Last night, Alec Baldwin hosted the 35th season finale of Saturday Night Live.  I’m not sure when I started liking Alec Baldwin, but it happened and I don’t know how I feel about it.  Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers were there too, so it was a double dose of goodness.

By the way, I don’t really believe Alec Baldwin is greater than Betty White.  She’ll always be my favorite.

The Spider-Man musical has been in the works for a good long while. Originally, it might have been at least mediocre:  direction by Julie Taymor, music by Bono and The Edge from U2, and Alan Cumming and Evan Rachel Wood as the Green Goblin and Mary Jane.  But Cumming and Wood have dropped out in the past couple of months and apparently Julie Taymor doesn’t have any sense, so now it’s just going to be a disaster.

An absurd amount of money is going into this travesty of a musical. The New York Post said:

“The show’s weekly running cost is $850,000. And that’s before royalty payments. Factor those in, and the weekly nut jumps to more than $1 million. A person who’s crunched the numbers says “Spider-Man” will have to run five years — at full capacity, and by selling lots of premium-priced seats — just to earn back the $50 million production cost.”

Because the producers know they’re not going to be able to sell every ticket for every show for five years, they’re planning on paying off the production cost by going on tour.  But it’s not going to be like a regular Broadway tour in theatres or anything like that; they’re planning on booking sports arenas with thousands of seats.  One of the producers said:

“They’re trying to sell it as a rock concert. But you’re not going to sell out a 10,000-seat basketball stadium unless Bono and The Edge are playing the songs. Basically, it’s gotta be a U2 concert. Nobody’s going to sit in nosebleed seats to see a Broadway musical.”

This whole thing is just a mess.  Who wants to listen to U2 songs about Spider-Man in the first place?  I’m sure there’s an audience for this type of thing, but I don’t know that audience and I’m not sure I want to.  Regardless, previews start in October, and I can’t wait to watch this whole thing crash and burn.

If you get a DUI and a judge tells you that you have to complete a certain number of alcohol education classes by a certain date or go to jail, what would you do?  I would probably just take the classes on time and avoid trouble.  But not Lindsay Lohan.

Lindsay has to complete 13 classes by Thursday, and so far she has completed nine.  She was also ordered to attend at least one class every week, which she hasn’t been doing, and when she does go to classes, she has a bad attitude.  According to TMZ, Lindsay’s judge doesn’t have a reputation for being a softie, so this should be exciting.

She should be fine though, because she’s been doing a lot of really important things lately.  She went to an Iggy Pop concert on Wednesday and last night she threw a drink in a girl’s face and tried to get a couple of hockey players thrown out of a club because she wanted their table.  Today she’s supposed to be on her way to Cannes to promote her new movie, a biopic on Linda Lovelace, which will no doubt be a masterpiece.  And if all of those things fail to convince you that Lindsay’s got it under control, let her explain it for herself.