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Ryan Gosling Shows Off His DIY Tattoos

I’m really big into crafting. I like cutting up my clothes and sewing beads on things and refurbishing furniture I find on the street, so please know that I have no problem with expressing oneself creatively. But Ryan Gosling takes it too far. We all know this dude has inked himself, but homeboy showed up to the airport today with at least one or two more designs permanently drawn on his arm. Does Ryan long to do prison time and are these tats are just his way of trying to fit in? Is this a more advanced, artistic way of self-mutilating? I mean, think of all the things that could go wrong while inking yourself and then think about the fact that this dude’s taken that risk more than once.

I’d rather jump out of a plane.

New Couple Alert: Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams?

photo of ryan gosling michelle williams kissing

Okay, I might have to kill myself. Really. Ryan Gosling is like, my man. There’s a whole slew of male celebrities that I find to be uber-attractive, but Gosling tops the list. Then Adrien Brody, then Bear Grylls … the rest is just fluff.

Have you heard of the new movie, Blue Valentine? Cool fucking story. Gosling and Williams filmed this movie — no lie — last spring in the town in which I last lived, Honesdale, Pennsylvania. I remember hearing that Gosling was coming to town and was completely depressed that I wasn’t going to be around to see him or meet him or rape him, because I was moving, like, two weeks after they were to commence filming. The whole (tiny) town was abuzz — it was as if they’d never seen celebrities before, but that wasn’t true. An older movie, Wet, Hot, American Summer was filmed there, too, sometime back in 2001 or something.

Anyway, I was totally just getting off on the fact that I was sharing the same town as my mega-celeb crush, Ryan Gosling and it, to that point, was enough for me. I was ready to pack up and leave the little town behind me, sans-seeing Ryan Gosling and be okay with it. I’d made my peace.

However, the early, early morning I was set to embark upon my 5+ hour drive south, I had to go into town and gas up the old vehicle. Driving down a dark side street, I slowed to see some blockades illuminated by spotlights on one of the crossways. I bit my lip and said a quick prayer that they were, indeed, shooting some scenes for Blue Valentine. And guess what. They fucking were. I drove (verrrrry, verryyyy) slowly past the scene and caught my first-person glimpse of Ryan Gosling, and I’ll never forget it: he wore a flannel button-down shirt and dark pants, had about six weeks worth the growth of facial hair and wore a faded baseball cap. Though it was about 3 or 4 AM and still wicked dark, I had gotten my wish: to see Ryan Gosling in person. Lame, lame, I know. Whatever.

The movie, which premiered at the Cannes Film Festival this past week (the initial premiere was at the Sundance Festival back in January), was said to open to rave reviews. I totally want to see it, just because I used to live there. Oh, yeah, and because Ryan Gosling’s in it. The movie was said to be such a hit because the chemistry between the two main characters, played by Gosling and Michelle Williams, was thick enough to cut with a dull butter knife. The on-screen couple were also said to be quite cozy at Cannes, holding hands and … gulp … nuzzling. And People magazine is claiming rumors about love on the set to be true:

“You know actors who meet on movie sets,” [People's exclusive source] said. “It can be the most romantic place in the world.”

The most romantic place in the world. Honesdale, Pennsylvania. Where I briefly lived for three years. Forty miles east of my hometown of Scranton (yeah, home of The Office). See what happens? I fucking move away and Ryan Gosling falls in love in Honesdale, Pennsylvania. Why not me, God? Why not me?

It’s Over!


Listen, I don’t think it’s even mentionable that Rachel McAdams and Josh Lucas broke up.  Did anyone even know care that they were together in the first place?  No.  But since Jessica and Nick have been such a reconciliation disappointment, I’ve shifted my focus to Rachel McAdams.

Isn’t it possible, now that she’s single again, that she can get back with Ryan Gosling?  Didn’t they seem like the perfect couple even outside of the roles they played in The Notebook?  Where did it go wrong with those two and can it be fixed?  I need a happy Hollywood ending and God only knows that I’m not going to get it from Lindsay and Sam.  Work it out Rach and Ry — do it for me!

Ryan Gosling, “In the Room Where You Sleep”

In The Room Where You Sleep

Here’s the video for “In the Room Where You Sleep,” a song by Ryan Gosling’s band, Dead Man’s Bones.

This is just kind of a little too weird for me. His voice sounds weird, and the song is weird, and I kind of don’t understand why we have to drag so many young children into this creepiness.

Also, I feel obliged to point out that what he’s doing with the piano is very, very easy stuff. Like, it’s nice that he’s playing and all, but this is not exactly pianism that’s gonna make Tori Amos sit up and take notice.

I dunno.

I think I don’t like it.

Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling: Back On!

Awwwww, this makes me so unbelievably happy!

Rachel and Ryan are supposed to be together FOREVER! Didn’t they see The Notebook? They are supposed to dote on one another throughout senility and failing health, realizing again and again that their love is a force of a thing that transcends the wicked confines of the human form and then they die peacefully in one another’s arms and I bawl my eyes out.


So I’m glad to hear that they seem to have reunited.

We Don’t Hate Each Other!

Ryan Gosling made his DJ debut at Hollywood’s Green Door on Tuesday night — playing mostly songs from the ’40s and ’50s in homage to the club’s weekly live jazz night — and guess who showed up?

His ex-girlfriend, Rachel McAdams!

Could this couple be reuniting?

Nothing would make me happier. I bawled my eyes out at The Notebook. Not, like, poignant little tear droplets. Like, blubbering and sobbing like the huge baby that I am. Seriously. Like, Beaches kind of tears. Ryan and Rachel are supposed to grow old together!