It was announced today that Last Comic Standing judge and stand up comedian Greg Giraldo passed away from an accidental prescription drug overdose. He was 44 years old.

Giraldo was admitted to the hospital over the weekend after ingesting the pills, but didn’t pass away until earlier today, surrounded by family in his hospital room.

Prescription drug related deaths have been on the rise everywhere, but seemingly especially in Hollywood for the last several years. Surely more than any other drug that comes to mind. Why does this keep happening?

The last like, twenty years of Anna Nicole Smith’s life was spent in and out of court fighting various battles and her death has only added to the number of court cases surrounding the former Guess model and reality TV star. The judge ruling over the current case, which has Anna’s former lawyer and boyfriend Howard K. Stern as well as her two doctors on trail, is finally doing something to try and bring all of this to an end.

The two doctors are on trial for over-prescribing Anna medications. Howard is on trail for working with the doctors to more or less turn Anna in to a pilled-out vegetable. It’s a horrible case and these men’s actions are almost certainly responsible for her demise. As you can imagine, the list of their misdoings rolls out the door, and Anna’s lawyers have handed all of this information, every scrap and detail to the jury.

Well, guess what? All of that information is a little too much for 12 average Americans to process, and the judge has told Anna’s team to file it down to just the important details. Superior Court Judge Robert Perry was quoted as saying, “”Are you trying to impress the jury with so many charges or abuse the jury?… I think it hurts your case when you complicate it.”

Hopefully that’s what needed to be said to bring this case to a close. I’m pretty sure that Howard and the doctors have appealed this sentence as far as much as they can. Perhaps everyone involved in this long battle can put it behind them soon, even if they’re doing so from a prison cell.

Britney’s episode of Glee is airing tonight and though I don’t watch that obnoxious show (I’ve never seen it, I don’t know where this hatred is coming from), I will be DVRing the shit out of that bitch. Can’t freakin’ wait. To celebrate, let’s all download and listen to this Megamix I found while eating macaroni and cheese and surfing the Internet at midnight last night.

It’s been a bumpy ride for me and Britney. When she first hit the scene, as a fourteen year old high school freshman with braces, I was more threatened than empowered by her. I would say things to my mom in the car like, “Britney Spears is such a skank! I hate her! She’s so pointless and her music sucks. She can’t even sing. Remember when we watched her on Oprah and she couldn’t even sing? And she’s not that pretty.”

Because yeah, even though I supposedly totally hated her, I totally watched her on Oprah. Because no one’s ever been able to keep their eyes off Britney Spears. Busted tracks or not, she’s always going to be the boss bitch in the room. I think I began to accept that in college. That’s what you go to college for, you know.

I raise my mid-day margarita to you, Britney.

You know, I just love this couple. I love Naomi Watts, and I love Liev Schreiber, and as a couple I think they’re amazing. They’re both crazy talented, I like a lot of their movies, and I think they’d be fun to kick back with a drink a couple-two-three bottles of vino with.

And Naomi, who just turned forty-two (can you believe it? There are Hollywood ‘starlets’ running around half her age that look much, much older), celebrated her most recent birthday with partner Liev Schreiber and the two looked like they had a blast.

Seems like just a year ago that Liev was playing parts like Cotton Wheary in Scream and Watts lit up the screen as the female lead in King Kong (where she starred alongside my boyfriend, Adrien Brody le sigh).  Cuh-razy how the time flies, huh?

Happy belated to Naomi!

It’s not really a secret that lengthy relationships run the risk of getting a little boring.  Fortunately, Brad Pitt and George Clooney are on that tip, and they also know where to go to get a discreet, professional third party to add some excitement to their – oh, wait.  It’s just a prank.  They just hire each other male escorts as a prank.  Well, fuck.

Here’s the story from Life & Style via Celebitchy:

One perk to being an A-lister is being able to pull pranks on your famous friends that mere mortals could never get away with.

Life & Style’s Scene Queens have learned that the prank wars between Brad Pitt and George Clooney have escalated to where both men are spending thousands to one up each other.

Their latest practical joke is downright naughty!

“Brad and George are sending each other an endless stream of male escorts while each is on set,” an insider tells the Scene Queens. “They will pay them in advance on a credit card to make sure the escort shows up.”

The battle between the two of them has been ongoing for years.

“A few years ago Brad offered a $1,000 to people to get them to pee in the vents George Clooney’s car,” an insider tells the Scene Queens. “George came right back and offered $5,000 to pepper spray Brad’s car and paint it orange.”

Life & Style can call this a prank all they want to, but as usual, I’m just going to believe what I want.  And I choose to believe that these special prostitute visits are signs of sexy experimental love.  And you can tell me all about Angelina and Brad’s eternal love, and you can even mention that lady that George Clooney’s been with for a bit, but you can’t make me change my mind.

See what happens when you don’t drink your water, kiddies? You look like this. Or, um, like this. And in any case, I don’t think there’s one person who’d say that this is something that they aspire to be.

Tori Spelling, sometimes known as the Cryptkeeper in certain circles (OK, in my circles), speaks out to Access Hollywood and claims that she doesn’t drink water — she hates it — and because of that fact, she doesn’t sweat:

“I hate water! I’m never thirsty actually. I don’t drink water. [As a result,] I don’t sweat. Isn’t that weird?”

No, Tori-girl, what’s weird is that you’re still alive. But that’s, you know, debatable.