It doesn’t appear the Casey Aldridge is quite prepared yet to become the next Kevin Federline.
I mean, what the hell would we call him? C-Ald? Case-dridge? No, no, no. None of it works.
The media have descended on his tiny hometown of Gloster, Mississippi, but Casey has been nowhere to be found.
“I don’t think they are ready yet to sit down and talk to the media,” his uncle, a pastor in Gloster, Miss., told The Associated Press by telephone Thursday. “They haven’t gotten their heads together yet … He doesn’t want to say the wrong thing to the media. At the right time he will speak … He is a quiet guy. That is why it is going to be very difficult to corner him until everybody is ready to talk together on the same page. He doesn’t like the limelight. He is going to hide as much as he can.”
The uncle said Casey has gone into hiding for now, and denied reports that his nephew and JLS, who was a guest at Jackson’s home this past Thanksgiving, were no longer together.
“I think they are going to try to stay together,” he said. “They certainly don’t want to part.”
As for marriage?
Jackson said Casey has told family members that “he wants to go ahead and get married as soon as possible.”
He told reporters his nephew briefly attended a junior college in Mississippi but now works for a pipe-laying company in Baton Rouge, La. He attended school at Amite School Center in nearby Liberty, Miss., where he played football and baseball, principal Dan Brewer said.
Hiding from the media? How quaint.
I love this guy already.
I know how upset you were when Jamie-Lynn Spears had the gall to announce her pregnancy just as you premiered your new video. Today’s damn teenagers have no sense of how to share the media — in my day, the middle schools had a mandatory week on scheduling your teenage pregnancy around external media events. I’m proud of you for being woman enough to continue forward with the promotional efforts.
To reward your strength, I’m running these boring photos of you on TRL.
Your scarf makes me worry that your head is partially disconnected from your body. I remember reading a short story about that once. Some guy who fell in love with some girl who wore a scarf all the time and said she couldn’t take it off, not ever, and then one time when she was sleeping he pulled it off and her head fell off and she died. Does anyone else remember reading this story or am I making weird shit up again? I do that sometimes. Like this one time, I was convinced Chris Farley was in my closet and he wanted to eat my fingernails, but not with the nail polish on them. So I needed to take the nail polish off to make Chris Farley happy so he could eat my fingernails.
In fairness, I may have been really high.
Ladies and gentlemen, Ashlee Simpson!
On January 7, with the rest of the late-night crew. It seems Comedy Central put some pressure on them to do this, as they’ve released the following (hilarious) joint statement:
“We would like to return to work with our writers. If we cannot, we would like to express our ambivalence, but without our writers we are unable to express something as nuanced as ambivalence.”
Maybe they can’t express ambivalence, but they can sure still be damn funny.
The WGA’s all pissed, of course, and released the following retort:
“Comedy Central forcing Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert back on the air will not give the viewers the quality shows they’ve come to expect. The only way to get the writing staffs back on the job is for the AMPTP companies to come back to the table prepared to negotiate a fair deal with the Writers Guild.”
I’m really really interested to see how these shows fare sans writers. Stewart and Colbert are genuinely funny guys, and writers themselves, but can they hold down an entire show without help?
We’re gonna find out, kids.
I guess now she’s willing to admit her sister’s pregnant, and is ready and willing to capitalize on it.
Britney dragged the paps to a souvenir shop in LA on Thursday night, where she bought baby clothes for Jamie-Lynn (well, for Jamie-Lynn’s child-to-be, although both are arguably babies) and then hit up a Carl’s Jr.
She’s also sporting a new blemish on the right side of her chin, which the paps seem to think is some manner of herpes sore or something, but I think it’s just a zit. Be your own judge.
Is there anything in the world cuter than tiny babies in big jackets?
Maybe tiny babies in tiny shoes. Or even tiny babies in big shoes.
But I’ve already talked about my baby foot fetish.
Jennifer Garner takes baby Violet out for a walk in NYC. Although that attire would almost be appropriate for LA lately.
Images via Splash
Bret Michaels, meet the cast of Rock of Love 2.
Cast of Rock of Love 2, meet Bret Michael’s penis.
Seriously there is a gerbil in those pants suffocating right now.
Maybe two gerbils.
Fresh from my inbox:
â€œExtraâ€ has confirmed that a default was entered against Britney Spears involving a lawsuit that was filed against her by her former manager, Johnny Wright. The clerk of the courts signed the default on December 18, 2007, according to court papers obtained by â€œExtra.â€
“A default is hereby entered against the Defendant, Britney Spears, for failure to file an answer or responsive pleading to Plaintiff’ Complaint filed with this court on October 26, 2007, as required by Florida Rules of Civil Procedure 1.140 (a) (1) and within the time specified on the Summons.”
The papers show that Spears was personally served with the lawsuit at a medical building in the garage/valet area in Beverly Hills, California.
“This service was filmed by various tabloid and TV network photographers,” the papers state.
According to the documents, Spears never responded to the lawsuit.
I don’t know what any of this means. I looked up “default” and basically it means that, by not responding, you agree you’re guilty. Wright sued Britney in November, claiming she contractually owes him commissions for deals negotiated on her behalf through February 2008.
So whatever. Britney’s not going to pay. She doesn’t care.
Put her in jail!!!!!!!!