Terry Richardson and Jared Leto were snappin’ some pics in NY the other day and ummm… Hi, Jared Leto. When did you get hot again and may I have a word with you in my office?

Not to perv out on the dude, but I’ve had a crush on this guy since I was maybe 12-years-old and he was the object of Claire Danes’ affection on My So-Called Life. Seeing him look fat, weird and gross the past few years was a major bummer, but I’d gotten used to it. He’s apparently shed those extra pounds and is channeling Jordan’s bad boy ways because, yo… Dude’s lookin’ so fine. Like, FOINE.

Is this all because of Kurt Cobain?

So this past Tuesday was the 17th death anniversary of Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain, and for me, it kind of passed without much notice. My husband is a hardcore Nirvana fan and I am not (sometimes I wonder what I see in him at all – I’m totally kidding, he’s really great in bed), and we were talking yesterday about how fucking old we both felt knowing that Kurt Cobain was made to eat a gun almost two decades ago. Old, right? OLD.

Anyway, 30 Seconds to Mars’ Jared Leto (or if you remember Kurt Cobain’s ‘suicide,’ My So-Called Life‘s Jared Leto) did some kind of pseudo-audition tape for a Kurt Cobain biopic that he’s hoping will be made so he could star in it. This? Was the result. I actually thought it was pretty good.

What do you guys think of Leto as Cobain? I mean, I always thought Jared was a pretty OK actor, and really, who would do nineties-grunge better than Jordan Catalano (aside from Kurt Cobain, but guys? He’s dead). Love it? Hate it? Are you still crying about Cobain today?

Jared Leto, lead singer for 30 Seconds to Mars, or as I prefer to remember him, Jordan Catalano on My So-Called Life, recently sat with Details magazine to dish on his desires to remain irresponsible, refrain from being tied down, and other general ambitions in life.  The interview is pretty interesting, but I’m more captivated by the photo.  Regardless of whether or not you think he’s a cheesy cornball with anime tendencies and a flair for the whiny, you can’t deny … this is one beautiful man.

Q: In concert you wear eyeliner, crazy hairstyles, elaborate outfits. Do you regard it as another acting gig?

A: No, no, no. As a musician, it’s about revealing more of who you really are. I’m not handed a script with dialogue; there’s no cinematographer or editor. I’m not so interested in creating a persona. There have been shows where I’ve been very plain and shows where I’ve worn a dress. I’ve got a skirt on right now. I was in Japan and all the busboys were wearing them.

Q: You’ve gone out in public in drag.

A: I walked down Madison Avenue in a spaghetti-strap tank top and black-fringe wig, and I thought that I would pass with flying colors, but I didn’t. My shoulders were too big. My jaw was too big. I was just trying to disappear. It wasn’t like I was getting in touch with my inner transvestite, which I’m sure is inside of us all somewhere.

Q: You turn 39 this month. Any plans to settle down?

A: I don’t really believe in settling down. That term implies that the current path I’m on isn’t valid. It’s not always about living your life the way people have lived before you.

Q: As Jordan Catalano on My So-Called Life, you became an iconic nineties crush for sensitive, smart alterna-girls. Was there a downside?

A: I didn’t notice that stuff. I was just grateful to have the work. It was a very short period of time in my life. It was 17 episodes, and I barely spoke!

Q: You’re known as a ladies’ man. What’s the quickest you’ve ever gone from saying hello to someone to being in bed with them?

A: Well, you know, I’ve lived a life. I’ve certainly had my experiences out there, but I wouldn’t be so much of a gentleman if I talked about them. I would furthermore say, if you hope to have any respect at all, you probably shouldn’t talk about them.

Q: Was it hard to gain 67 pounds for the Mark David Chapman part?

A: People ask if that was fun, but there wasn’t any pleasure—it wasn’t that sort of eating. I was force-feeding myself, overeating, melting Häagen-Dazs and mixing it with olive oil and soy sauce and drinking that. One or two of those before bed seemed to help. And there was a lot happening on the inside. That was one part of an experience in exploring the darker recesses of humanity. I would never do that again.

Deep.

You know, I’m aware that he’s getting all sorts of fame and popularity with 30 Seconds to Mars these days, but you know what I really wish?  That he’d go back to the big screen, full throttle. Leto’s got some serious acting chops. I mean, don’t any of you remember Urban Legend?

I think Leto’s hair is completely ridiculous. From the poor bleach job that resulted in that cheap-looking orange that people with a lack of good taste — or patience — is common in, to the way that blonde completely washes out his decidedly attractive face, to the “give me a break” mohawk. It’s bad, bad all over.

Though I’m sure some of you are going to love it — and probably the same ones who love his band, 30 Seconds to Mars, a band that I still haven’t familiarized myself with.

Thoughts? Do any of you love this look?

Somewhere in syndication heaven, Angela Chase is slitting her wrists and listening to The Cure.

Jared Leto, who did a whole bunch of screenwork after My So-Called Life is now more, um, well-known for his stage antics and musical performances. These photos were taken recently, believe it or not, and showcased his eccentric style of 80′s pop-nouveau-punk Rainbow Brite psychadelia.

His band, 30 Seconds to Mars, has achieved some fame in that people sometimes go to see them play, but really and honestly can’t be all that good if their frontman (AKA Leto) calls his guitars “Pythagoras” and “Artemis,” respectively. Total, total cheese. Anyway, if you have no idea what they sound like, I’ve saved you the hassle of going on over to YouTube to check them out. The video below is of one of their supposed “best” singles, “Kings and Queens.”

While it’s honestly much, much better than I had anticipated it to be, it’s still kind of on that “meh” level for me.

At any rate, enjoy!

Ah, those were the days, weren’t they?

I mean, don’t most people go through the angsty, black-eyeliner, goth phase in high school? I just think it’s funny — and kind of tragic — that you’ve decided to do this in your 30s. You sure are sticking it to the man, aren’t you?

Will we never get our Jordan Catalano back?

At the MTV Latin America Awards in Mexico City on Thursday night.

I don’t know much about Robin Thicke, but he looks like Russell Crowe and Justin Timberlake’s secret love child, and — perhaps not surprisingly — his new music video is creating quite a bit of buzz. [Allie is Wired]

Antonella Barba in Playboy? Hef says it’s a “very real possibility.” [Rumorficial]

Jared Leto is physically injured. The celebratory potluck will be held this evening at Perez Hilton’s house. [Ninja Dude]

I swear, the only people who have any right to be hospitalized for “dehydration” live in countries where the nearest hospital is 500 miles away and is also a tent. But Nicole Richie hits up an L.A. ER with this ubiquitous A-list ailment. [dlisted]

Avril Lavigne, you are soooo badass. [The Blemish]

Victoria Beckham is chased by pot-bellied pigs. ‘Nuff said. [Agent Bedhead]

Wait, Tom Cruise isn’t already Jesus? [Celebslam]

Robbie Williams plans to give Elton John the gift of his penis. [Cele|bitchy]

Jared Leto and his earflaps are totally ready to throw down, bitch. [Agent Bedhead]

New pics of Scarlett. You know you’re going to click. Don’t try to fight it. [The Blemish]

Wow, Mandy Moore even depresses herself! [Celebrity Smack]

Something about Jenna Jameson, Paris Hilton, and girls who want to lose their virginity. As the premise for a television show. I can’t read any further. I feel dirty. On behalf of our country. [Pop on the Pop]

The indiest thing I have ever loved just gave birth to a little girl. Unfortunately, she had to go and ruin it by naming the kid Petah. But congrats anyway, Ani DiFranco. [CBB]

Mariah Carey’s Hong Kong concert is canceled. Promoters say it was due to poor ticket sales and Carey’s “unreasonable demands.” Carey’s camp says the promoter didn’t pay. You be the judge. Or, you know, just go on with your life. [Celebrity Smack]

Sara Evans and her husband, Craigslist surfer extraordinaire Craig Schelske, settle their divorce details. Access Hollywood has the courtroom scene on video. [Access Hollywood]

Danny Bonaduce drops his pants on the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson, airing this Friday. I link to this item only because a kindly CBS PR flack emailed me yesterday to make me aware of it, and certainly not because I have any idea who Craig Ferguson is or why he has a television show. Actually, the same is true of Danny Bonaduce. [Hollywood Gossip Whores]

Somehow — somehow — Tara Reid thinks that, if more movies went straight to download, as her most recent one did, more actors would have jobs. Christ. There aren’t enough italics for this. [BWE]

I think that blogs should die a sudden death. It’s just ridiculous. It’s like a playground for four-year-olds. People say and do things in the world of blogs that they would never do in real life, and I think it’s a false experience…The blog is yesterday’s parachute pants. It’s here now but it’s gone tomorrow.

Here now but gone tomorrow? Maybe. But, with any luck, after a 10-year period of utter irrelevance and occasional Lohan-porking, blogs will start an unoriginal band and make an appearance on the VMAs looking like they just wrote a poem in Algebra class. We can hope, right?

[via BestWeekEver]

Sarah Silverman may well be the funniest person on planet Earth. As soon as one of you finds a clip of one of her VMA bits on YouTube, send me the link please.

If we could never, ever have Amy Lee and Jared Leto standing next to one another again, I’d be fine with that. Really. In high school I could handle looking at three, maybe even four goth kids at the same time. In my twenties, two is really more than I can stomach.

I may like some of her music, but every time I hear her speak, I like P!nk less.

It’s funny cuz Lil’ Kim is fat now. And crazy, crazy, crazy.

You know what is not classy, All American Rejects? Stumbling up to accept your award with a glass of scotch in your hands. Passing it around stage as you slur. Amusing, yes. Classy, nuh-uh.

Jessica Simpson is packing on the pounds. Where is Ken Paves when she needs him? Is her favoritism toward him angering her other stylists? I swear they are putting her in these short dresses and then running off somewhere to watch and giggle.

Ringtone of the Year award? Like, your song is so simplistic that it carries particularly well via mobile phone? You get an award for that now?

It’s cool that Panic! At the Disco (good band name. oh wait.) got the whole audience to scream “whore!” It’s a shame that Paris Hilton wasn’t on stage at the time. The rest of the performance was great visually, but the lead singer was so nervous I don’t think he hit a single note right. Too bad cuz it’s a great song.

It’s nice to see Petra Nemcova so happy with James Blunt now. You know, after the whole almost-dying-in-that-one-tsunami-that-claimed-the-life-of-her-boyfriend-and-hundreds-of-thousands-of-others thing.

I’m pretty sure Britney and KFed got booed. And rightly so. That was the dumbest bit tonight. And that’s saying something.

I LOVE YOU XTINA!

Oh, that “marry me marry me” song is by Jared Leto’s band. Hm. I like that song. How odd. If he becomes some big famous rock star now, I just don’t know how I’ll reconcile that. I mean, My So-Called Life was cancelled. Everyone else in that cast got the memo.

For reals, Sarah Silverman, I would very much like to go out with you. Jimmy Kimmel’s star is falling, sweetie. Mine is just beginning to rise. Get on board with a winner. Pick me. Choose me. Love me.

When you, as a blogger, start quoting Meredith Grey because you can’t think of anything funnier, it’s time to go to bed.