I am watching the AmIdol San Antonio auditions, and Ryan Seacrest is talking to three girls who are holding a sign that says — I am not kidding about this — “JASMINeS Are Next AMerICAN IDOL!”
I looked at it for so long, trying to figure out what they could possibly mean by that, and finally it dawned on me.
And Ryan is talking to them for what I am certain is a full five minutes, and they are saying something, I’m sure, but I can’t hear any of it, because they are holding a sign that says — for real, people — “JASMINeS Are Next AMerICAN IDOL!”
If only public school teachers could create the same level of hysteria as aspiring pop stars…
February 6, 2007 at 9:54 pm by Evil Beet
Joe Francis is kind enough to voice his opinion on the sexual strengths and weaknesses of young Hollywood, with Paris Hilton in a commanding lead. He also manages to plug ParisExposed about ten times, which is quite the favor for a website he claims to despise. Turn the other cheek, eh, Joe? [TMZ]
Denise Richards: what’s not to hate? [Celebrity Smack]
Reese and Ryan suck it up and attend their daughter’s school play together. I’m so Team Reese on this one. [A Socialite's Life]
Congratulations, DJ AM. You’ve earned yourself another fifteen minutes of fame. And, yes, Mandy, Zach’s pissed. Everybody wins! [Just Jared]
Kate at Fishbowl has the 411 on Top Design behind the scenes. [FishbowlLA]
â€œThe first time I get into a car accident and I see a blind guy get out of the other car â€” Iâ€™m kicking somebodyâ€™s ass.” [Pajiba]
For what it’s worth, National Enquirer is reporting that Nick & Vanessa are engaged. [The Bosh]
February 2, 2007 at 12:27 am by Evil Beet
Here’s the video of the chick I was talking about here. Thanks to the anonymous commenter who tracked it down. Another commenter found this article from her hometown about her Idol dreams. Rewatching this today, it’s slightly less hysterical to me, which I suppose is a good thing. It means I have a soul. Beet, 1. Satan, 0.
January 31, 2007 at 9:01 pm by Evil Beet
For starters, on day one in Birmingham, Paula Abdul is trashed. I mean, right from the start. Just out of her freakin’ head deeeeeeeeeerunk. Not the twitching-a-little-and-making-no-sense Paula we’ve come to know and love, but actually-on-the-floor-and-having-trouble- standing-and- laughing-at- inappropriate-times out of her goddamn skull drunk. I suppose it’s possible that the sound feed between the auditioners and the judges table got dropped. Or, you know, the sound feed between Paula Abdul’s brain and the rest of her body got dropped. Or, most likely, Paula herself got dropped on her head as a child. Sigh. This is only day one.
Day one also brings Jamie Lynn Ward, who is Kellie Pickler on acid. This girl has a Southern accent I didn’t know you could actually hear outside the context of a comedy sketch. Simon asks her to tell them something interesting about herself. Which is the politest way the producers could come up with of getting at the following response: â€œI live wit may grammaw and may daddyâ€™s paralyzed from here down. He shot hisself raight here (pointing to neck). His waif wuz cheatin awn im, which wuz may stepmomma an he cawt em in the act an it wuddnâ€™t the firs time so like he shot her and he shot hisself and now I live wit may grammaw to help her take care a im.” Beat. “But its okay.”
Please, God, why am I laughing so hard right now? I can’t stop! I am a bad person, I admit it. I have scoured YouTube for footage of this eloquence, but I can’t find it yet. Please please please Lord let it be up tomorrow. Please please if any of you finds this on YouTube, send me the link. I’m begging you! I must have this thing on my blog.
By day two, Paula’s in a rehab detoxing. Or, as Ryan Seacrest narrates, at a “family obligation” in Los Angeles. So it’s just Randy and Simon at the judges table. Which, frankly, makes for a really strange chemistry, and I realize now how important Paula is, drunk and all. I know Birmingham isn’t exactly the music capital of the world, but was there really no one in that city who could judge on short notice? For 30 million viewers? Tammy Wynette, where are you when we need you?
Alright, alright. I’m done for now. I’ll shut up. In closing, to quote the inimitable Leslie Carter: “It’s, like, wow!”
January 31, 2007 at 12:44 am by Evil Beet
If you can believe it, it turns out Dustin Diamond (aka Screech) is every bit the classy gentleman that his Dirty-Sanchezed sex tape would make him out to be. Diamond, who is currently taping VH1′s Celebrity Fit Club 5, has reportedly had trouble making friends with many of his castmates. (As an aside: I have plenty of adjectives to describe Dustin Diamond, but “overweight” has never been one of them. I like how he’s doing the “fat celeb” television show just because it’s a television show.)
Diamond appears on the program alongside Kimberley Locke, from American Idol, and Tiffany, from malls. Both stormed off the set after Locke got into a fight with Diamond. Are you ready for the funniest thing ever? This is what Diamond said on-camera to upset Locke: “Screw Kimberley Locke. I’m going to make a dildo of my cock and fuck her with it.” After the walkout, producers halted the taping and sent everyone home. Kimberley is now telling the producers that either she goes or Dustin goes.
An inside source says that Dustin has not made many friends on the show: “Nobody wants him on their team. The producers have a difficult decision to make.” This is so wonderful! Celebrity Fit Club has their very own Puck!
You know, it’s moments like these that make me glad to be alive. Sunsets are lovely, and I enjoy the sound of the ocean and a cool breeze across my cheek, and falling in love is a thrill every now and then, but, mostly, it’s waking up on a cloudy Tuesday morning to discover that Screech threatened to sodomize an American Idol contestant with a self-styled sex toy that make me stop and reflect on just how suddenly joyful this journey of life can be. Thank you, Dustin Diamond. Thank you for everything.
January 30, 2007 at 10:39 am by Evil Beet
Who’d've thunk it? In between puking and talking about puking, Katharine McPhee actually found time to record an album. An eponymous album, at that. It’s not bad, specifically, it’s just not particularly interesting. Maybe it will grow on me. It’s a soulful R&B sound, very reminiscent of her “Black Horse and a Cherry Tree” turn on AmIdol. It’s a fairly mature sound from an AmIdol contestant. Except she had to go and title a song “Not Ur Girl.” When will people stop titling songs like they were IMing their BFF? Pick a fucking demographic, Kat. Seriously, can you imagine if they’d pulled that shit 30 years ago? And today we’d all be covering “A Case of U” and “Ticket 2 Ride” and “Uve Got a Friend”?
Anyway, AOL has the whole thing streaming for free right now. Check it out here.