This is what we’ve been waiting for, you guys. The moment is finally here. Eclipse is happening.

Last night’s LA premiere brought out pretty much anyone who has ever appeared on film or television (yo, Tia and Tamera were there), and there were so many randos and no names on the photo site I downloaded these from that out of 200 photos, only about 20 people pictured were recognizable. So that’s what I gave you. But you can assume that plenty of your favorite Disney Channel Original Movie stars and failed pop singers were there in addition to these recognizable people below.

It was reported earlier today that Mel Gibson has gotten a restraining order against his girlfriend, Russian singer Oksana Grigorieva and now other sources are saying that it was actually the other way around. Oksana claims that Mel has been physically violent toward her and that the restraining order is in place for her protection.

From TMZ:

We’ve learned Oksana’s lawyers went to the family law court in downtown L.A. last Monday for an emergency hearing, and told the judge that Mel allegedly got violent with her — two sources say Oksana claimed Mel was “extremely violent.”

Sources tell TMZ the judge issued a restraining order prohibiting Mel from having any contact with Oksana. We’re told the next day, Mel’s lawyers went back to court and got the order modified so Mel could see their daughter.

We’re told Mel also got a restraining order against Oksana, but only with respect to prohibiting her from releasing certain information.

A source connected with Mel Gibson scoffed at Oksana’s allegations, claiming the alleged incidents occurred this past January and she traveled with him afterwards — all over the world.  As the source put it, “In these cases, when somebody cries wolf, the judge is mandated to assume there’s a wolf, until a full hearing can be held.”

OK, so things Mel Gibson has been accused of: Racism, antisemitism, sexism and now domestic abuse. Yes, that’s a Godly man, indeed.

We’ll keep you posted as this story continues to unfold.

Ok, let’s do some imagining.  Picture this:  you’re in London, partying at a hotel, having a good ol’ time, and then a beautiful woman approaches you.  When the woman gets close enough, you realize that she is not an ordinary beautiful woman, but she is actually Rihanna, famed musical artist and general big deal!  While you’re still trying to process this, Rihanna asks you to go to a club with her.  Do you:

A)  Say yes and spend the evening kicking mad game at Rihanna

B)  Say yes and spend the evening creeping on Rihanna

C)  Say no and spend the evening being a total dumbass because you said no to Rihanna

If you are Sean Kingston, the answer is C.  When Rihanna asked him to take her out to a club, Sean said no because he didn’t have any clothes ironed.  That was his excuse.  That is like saying “Oh sorry, Seth Rogen (or Brad Pitt or Megan Fox or whoever, I’m just currently in love with Seth Rogen), it would be totally cool to go on a date with you, but I’m going to be busy washing my hair tonight.”

At least Sean realizes his error.  He says that he “can’t believe” he turned Rihanna down, but that he “couldn’t go out with a superstar looking bad.”  But come on, Sean Kingston, you sang a song with Justin Bieber, just buy some clothes.  That or take a page from Bieber’s book and just not give a fuck.

Yesterday, Kristin Chenoweth stepped in as a guest host on Live With Regis and Kelly, and she proved to be the adorable, charismatic woman we all know her to be.  I mean, it’s not like I check out the show every morning or anything, but Kelly best watch her back, that’s all I’m saying.

One of the more charming moments happened when Kristin told a story from a performance of Wicked in which she was on stage, mid-song, and she got a touch of diarrhea, so she ran offstage, had a flying monkey strip her dress off, took care of business, then stepped back on to continue on with the show.  You know, no big deal or anything.

I remember being worried about getting hiccups during a show at my tiny college theatre, so I can’t even imagine being so afflicted on Broadway.  Just another example of Kristin Chenoweth being completely infallible.

Not that I’d normally want to give any (more) free press to he-who-is-known-by-moniker “hamface,” but I read a rather interesting piece on his site late last night about an unspoken play between Clay Aiken and Hilton himself to take Simon Cowell’s spot on American Idol.

So, before I ask you the question that’ll turn your stomachs, I need to know: who would you rather see as a judge on Idol, Aiken or Hilton? I’m going to have to go with Perez, you see. I think it’d make for pretty good entertainment. And I think that Perez and Randy Jackson would constantly be butting heads, because I don’t think Randy’d want to put up with Hilton’s over-the-top antics and shameless “look at me!” brand of self-promotion. And that could be interesting in itself. So, damn. I think Perez would make a fantastic Idol judge, don’t you?

Anyway. The question to gag a maggot, as referenced in the headline. Broadway-lovin’, showtunes-warbling Clay Aiken, or the preternatural portent-seeker, Perez Hilton? And you’ve got to answer; that’s the rule in this game. I don’t want to hear, “Ugh! Neither!” I want to hear honest, hardcore, “depends on the lives of your children, cats, dogs or Aunt Mabels that you decide” type of truth.

No stranger to drunken escapades often resulting in quasi-trouble, 24 star Kiefer Sutherland was again reprimanded for stripping at a New York City bar and trying to abscond with framed photos adorning its walls.

From Life & Style magazine:

“Kiefer got so drunk, he took off his shirt and tried to take the pictures off the wall at the bar. He eventually calmed down and was not asked to leave the hotel.”

Kiefer and I have recently gained kinship with one another — in light of 24‘s series finale, I made the conscious decision that I couldn’t live without a little Jack in my life.    I went ahead and bought the first six seasons of the show and have been watching it nightly since earlier this month.  I spend anywhere between two and three hours of late night viewership with Kiefer, and I think I’m really beginning to understand him.

Or really beginning to go crazy.

Either way, isn’t he really hot?  I never thought so in his younger, Flatliner and Lost Boys days, but now?  Damn, boy.