Photo via TMZ

Here’s a picture of a tattoo Lindsay is in the process of getting done.  She would have had it finished by now, but, you know, she had other things to do, so right now it just looks like a shitty scar.  According to TMZ though, it’s supposed to be a little girl with her eyes closed, and Lindsay picked it because “she liked the innocence of the girl.”

Hey, maybe Lindsay can get it finished in jail – oh wait, everyone there hates her and they can’t touch her anyway. That’s cool, it doesn’t matter.  She’s probably going to be out of jail sometime this week, and there’s even a possibility that she’ll get out today.  I’m betting that by August we’ll see the finished product, which will be just the latest bad decision of a girl who still hasn’t changed.

I hope Lindsay stays at least a solid two weeks in rehab, but at this point, I’m not getting my hopes up.

Not Robert Pattinson’s actual underwear.  That’s not what this is about, and if you would wear his underwear, then go ahead and take a moment of reflection before you continue reading.

Rob has inspired a new line of underwear at the British store, Marks and Spencer, called the R-Pant.  The R-Pant (yes, I’m going to use the word “R-Pant” as often as I can from now on) is designed to be worn under skinny jeans, and you can get them in boxer or brief form.  They go on sale in September, so guys, try and keep an eye on your waistbands until then.

I think this finally makes it official:  the Twihards and the hipsters are taking over the world.  I’m trying to think of another subculture that has had a special underwear made just for them, and I can’t do it.  If you guys can think of another example, please let me know, because right now I’m ready to just give in and get a silly haircut, buy some accessories from Hot Topic, and call it a day.

When a women used Twitter to tell the world that she was planning on getting plastic surgery to make her face and body look just like Kim Kardashian’s in an attempt to convince her husband not to leave her, Kim made sure to retweet it, along with a simple “NO.”  She also had a couple of inspirational messages to pass along to the woman:

Pls dont. Ur husband should love u 4 who u are! Don’t try 2 b someone else. Im sure u are beautiful inside &out! Just as u are

Don’t change yourself for anybody but yourself…be happy with who u are! Someone will appreciate and adore u just as you are.

I have my doubts that the original Tweet was legitimate (it included an @KimKardashian, which kind of makes it look like some girl was just looking to get a little shout-out from a Kardashian), but even if it wasn’t, I’m sure there are already a couple ladies who have gotten some form of plastic surgery inspired by Kim Kardashian.  I say good on her for giving that tried and true message of “no really, please just be yourself,” and hopefully at least one poor impressionable girl with a Twitter account will listen.

-Blake Lively at Comic-Con in those stupid harem pants and with three quarters of her cleavage exposed.  I mean, I think Blake Lively is as attractive as the next girl, but attractive girls can look dumb just like anyone else.  I’m going to say I’d leave this horrid 80′s fashion collage in a hot second, which is fine, because you know she just wore it to tease all the LARP nerds at Comic-Con.

Not cool by any count, Blake.

Or at least have somebody inspect it every once in a while.

Earlier this week, it was announced that Brittany Murphy and her husband, Simon Monjack, shared the same cause of death: pneumonia and anemia.  It turns out that the Department of Public Health has taken over the investigation of their deaths because of some mold that was found in the house.

The mold issue came up way back when, just after Brittany died, but it wasn’t said to be a “contributing factor.”  Guess again, right? After Simon died, Brittany’s mom wouldn’t let the coroner in to check out the mold, but it looks like she’s changed her mind. Probably because the house is killing people and she doesn’t want to be the final victim.  Way to look out for number one, Mrs. Murphy.

Do you guys listen to Kings of Leon?  You know, that “Sex on Fire” business?  If not, don’t worry about it, because this is still an amusing story.

The band was supposed to give a concert in St. Louis on Friday, and they did, but it got cut way short because there were pigeons in the rafters of the building.  And those pigeons pooped on them.  A lot.

From People:

“Jared [Followill, the band's bassist] was hit several times during the first two songs,” said Andy Mendelsohn of Vector Management. “It’s not only disgusting – it’s a toxic health hazard. They really tried to hang in there.”

The dirty birds were reported to have been lurking in the rafters of the Missouri city’s Verizon Amphitheatre and launching their aerial attack during the band’s opening number, “Closer.” Followill, 23, got it in the face.

“I was hit by pigeons on each of the first three songs,” said the musician and self-professed germophobe. “We had 20 songs on the set list. By the end of the show, I would have been covered from head to toe.”

I’m trying to imagine a scenario in which shitting birds call for a cancellation of a concert, but I just can’t do it.  I’m not saying it couldn’t happen, I just can’t picture that particular crisis in any way that isn’t  ridiculously cartoonish, complete with big comic book bubbles that say things like “Splat!” and “Kaboosh!”  Somehow I don’t think that’s exactly how things went down though.