I can’t say that I’m complaining, since Megan‘s so gorgeous now that the Botox is finally kind of going away and her regular face is morphing back into itself. That’s a good thing, and Megan herself is looking way, way better than she used to, but I still maintain my position that Megan is gorgeous even without the Photoshop. It’s kind of like using spray tanner on Snooki to make her look even tanner. Some things just can’t be made any better – or worse – than they are on their own. On the whole, Photoshop’s efforts do nothing for Megan’s looks. Photoshop positively melts under the influence of Megan Fox’s gorgeous, smoldering looks. Don’t believe me? Check out the photos of Megan’s face un-Photoshopped. It’s really not all that different.

Details of Ashton Kutcher’s recent fling with Sara Leal. [Bossip]

James Marsden is the father of January Jones’ baby. [The Superficial]

Orlando Bloom caught mooning over this woman. [Lainey Gossip]

An Arrested Development movie? [Starpulse]

Jack is apparently still looking for Rose. [theBERRY]

Seth Rogen got married. [Cele|bitchy]

David Beckham and his three boys. [INFDaily]

Joseph Gordon-Levitt does a magazine cover. [Amy Grindhouse]

Melissa McCarthy kicks SNL ass. [The Frisky]

No one wants to see Rihanna’s goods anymore. [The Superficial]

An Osbourne got engaged. [ICYDK]

Anne Hathaway makes out with her man in public. [Socialite Life]

Rachel Weisz is hot. That’s all. [Caught on Set]

The greatest ever Brooklyn Decker boob shots. [Busted Coverage]

Reg Traviss, right? Him. The one who was supposedly with Amy – but not with Amy, as other media outlets report – when she passed away has some pretty nice, posthumous things to say about my fallen angel, and while it should probably make those who mourn Amy feel a sort of consolation because they now know that there was someone else out there who saw in Amy what they, themselves, did, it only makes me sadder.

Traviss on Amy’s energy level and the toll it took on her fragile body:

“From time to time, yes, she did seem fragile but really she was a strong girl. Not just mentally – she had given up the drugs through willpower – but physically. She trained every day and she had a lot of energy. She was the kind of person who was always running around. But that sheer willpower can be dangerous – it puts a strain on the body.”

Traviss on being liked (which is more than I can say about certain other boyfriends of Amy) by her family:

“Her parents, they’re lovely people, and we have the same interests – especially me and Amy’s dad. We’ve always had a lot to talk about.”

On how he and Amy met:

“I’m from Stepney, Amy’s family are from Stepney. We liked the same sort of style. I think she understood me from the first time I met her and I understood her. My mum knew Amy before I did, actually – they met in the gym. One of Amy’s aunts turned out to be a teacher at the school I used to go to. There were just scores of connections between it; it was uncanny and nothing to do with being famous.”

On Amy’s soul glow:

“Amy was petite, and she was feminine, she was a brilliant, brilliant laugh, the complete life and soul of everything all the time. She could see situations coming, work someone out the minute they came in the room. She had great comic timing and when someone’s as witty as she was, I think that indicates they are quite clever.”

Traviss on how he hasn’t really come to terms with losing Amy:

“You might say we were halfway through a conversation in our life together and then, suddenly, she disappeared.”

I don’t know about you guys, but I can be counted as one of those still mourning Amy and her too-soon-lost myriad talents.

Something look familiar to you in this picture? Like maybe it was the exact same figure that was “unveiled” back in August, just with different clothes, hair, and makeup? Because it is. See?:

I mean, I’m not saying that they should re-sculpt or re-manufacture another entirely new wax figure for every celebrity on the regular (especially someone like Rihanna, or worse, Fergie), but let’s at least try to space the new model release out from the prior, you know?

You know those things on the bottoms of recyclable containers? The little numbers encircled (entriangled?) in the “Recycle!” symbol? No? Oh for f*ck’s sake. These things:

I’m betting that these suckers are all over Courtney‘s body, hidden delicately between the subtle folds of her soft, adolescent skin, just waiting to be discovered in photos like the ones above. Yup. Like the one up there where Courtney’s man has a seagull feather stuck behind his ear. THAT’S DISGUSTING. Doesn’t he know how many diseases those things carry? Shit, I learned that when I was five; a mere twelve years prior to Courtney’s current age. Also, I’m not going to say that you can kind of see her nipple in that photo, because I don’t want to be sued for the exploitation of minors or whatever, but since no one else seems to care – ahem, Doug Hutchison, we have an erection for you to pick up from the front desk in about ten months and three weeks – well, I won’t point that out anyway.

Does that kind of creep any of you out? That boyfriend there has this sex tape, and people are only now talking about it, like, almost two decades after he’s been in the ground? I’m making grim faces, guys. Consider me put the eff off. From TMZ:

The tape, shot in 1991, begins with a bunch of groupies in a living room during a house party. Tupac walks into the room with his pants down to his ankles, his shirt off … sporting several chains.

Tupac — whose head is shaved — pulls one of the women toward him, and she begins performing oral sex. As she does her thing, an unreleased song of Tupac’s is playing in the background, as Tupac is singing along and dancing, wiggling his hips.

And it gets even better. As the woman services Tupac, who is holding a cocktail in one hand and a blunt in another, Money B from Digital Underground walks over to him. Tupac puts his cocktail arm around Money B, continues singing and dancing … and the woman never stops.

That’s impressive. I mean, I can hardly walk and chew gum at the same time without looking stupid or choking or drooling or something. This woman, whoever she is, can give head while someone’s dancing and rapping? Plus, she’s holding a blunt AND a cocktail (har har) in each hand? And it appears to be no thing to either one of them? None of these things are bit distracting? Well. I guess I’m in the right line of business, then, friends. Hopefully no one from my hosting company ever walks into my house and expects this kind of treatment, because I’m just putting it out there right now: I’m just not that talented.