I’ve attached here, for your perusal, the three-page cease and desist I got from Nick and Vanessa’s legal eagles this evening. They are very unhappy that I posted these pictures, as I, too, would probably be unhappy if someone took pictures of me making an “O” face.
Here’s my favorite part: there’s a line in there that says that the “Illegal Photos are copyright protected, to which my clients, by virtue of written assignment and transfer, have obtained the exclusive copyright and all right and title interest thereto.” Now, correct me if I’m wrong, my law-inclined readers, but what that says to me is that Nick and Vanessa actually bought the rights to the photos of them having sex in a hot tub. My God, how I wish I’d been present for those negotiations!
Anyway, sorry, guys, but the photos are coming down. As much as I’d love to star in a court battle with Nick and Vanessa, I’m not going to pull a Perez. Plus, as the lawyers pointed out, I “act at my own peril.” That’s not news to me, guys. I pretty much realize that upon waking up each day. But I feel awful about this; I know you guys count on me to deliver your celeb porn, and I totally failed. So, to make it up to you, I created my very own re-enactment of that fateful day, in Photoshop, to share with you. Enjoy!
Here is Miss Emma Watson on the red carpet for “Harry Potter: Order of the Phoenix.” I have to say that she really has matured into a lovely young woman. Thankfully they didn’t sex her up too much and opted to give her some light makeup and a cute little dress. They really lucked out that their female lead who they picked when she was a child turned into a bit of a hottie.
I really think the same people that cast this movie helped Angelina Jolie pick her children. How do they know how kids are going to age…seriously I had some friends who were cute as kids turn out to be fugly teenagers.
She is a hot commodity and understandably the bosses at Harry Potter were a bit worried when she threatened to not do the seventh film. She evidently was lured back with two million pounds and I’m guessing that Miss Watson will be doing many more movies in the future.
I love it when gorgeous models seem to look bad on purpose. This lovely lady Lily Cole is a model in England. Here she is attending the Arena X party in London. She decided, since he has a hot bod to wear some sort of shortie outfit with weird pageboy shoes then wrap a lace curtain around her.
I know she was going for something that mixed sex and lace but it really looks like she forgot her pants and found something in her grandma’s house to wrap around her to go to the party.
Gotta give props to Lily though. She has a hot body and is thin without being totally emaciated and has some natural curves. Even though she is fashion challenged this week we still love her here at the Beet.
I have heard for some time that Hayden Panettiere was attempting to launch a music career and I had my doubts that outside of her Disney produced voice she probobly wasn’t working with much.
This suspison was confirmed when I saw this video of Hayden singing the National Anthem on July 4th. She looks gorgeous and I have to say she is a heck of a little actress but on a bad day I sang this song much better at my high school basketball game.
I have to give her props for remembering the words though…I always had problems with that.
So every celeb weekly keeps getting the “inside scoop” about Nicole Richie’s pregnancy. Now US is jumping on the bandwagon saying for sure that she is knocked up with the Madden spawn.
She is set to face a judge on July 11th after her second DUI. If found guilty she faces from 90 days to 1 year in jail. Even if she is pregnant she would go to jail and could quite possibly give birth in a city hospital.
Joel Madden is planning on making an honest woman out of Nicole. Hopefully he also feeds her some burgers as well. I did notice after watching a few episodes of the most-recent “Simple Life” that she is eating ALL THE TIME while doing the show. Now she is knocked up. Interesting.
Still waiting for the statements from both Christina and Nicole’s camp actually confirming that they are both preggers.
Whoever is managing this woman needs to be fired again and again and again.
I finally had the opportunity to watch an episode of Hey, Paula, and it is, to summarize, thirty minutes of Paula Abdul wasted. And I do mean for the entire thirty minutes. Seriously, guys, even the Real World kids tend to be sober for some measurable portion of the daytime. Not so with Ms. Abdul. The last time I saw a reality show about someone who was this ridiculously wasted all fucking day, it was called The Anna Nicole Show. And we all know how well that turned out.
Ratings for the show have been dismal, and rightly so. It’s mundane. It’s pathetic. It’s embarrassing. It’s not like watching a train wreck. It’s like watching the five-year-old you’re babysitting crash his Tonka trucks into each other. Over and over again.
But the blame for this extends beyond Paula. Someone pitched this show. Someone agreed to produce it. Bravo agreed to air it. And Paula Abdul herself must have been in at least one or two meetings with these people before any of this happened. So these people knew what they were getting into. It’s not like this woman is witty. It’s not like she’s insightful. It’s not like her day-to-day life is particularly interesting. Her staff obviously hates her, and everyone who has to interact with her does so in approximately the same tone of voice you’d employ with your young Tonka aficionado. So I have to figure that all these people were just betting on her being so fucking retarded all the time that it would make good TV. Paula, my dear, you may want to look for new management, preferably one who can focus on helping you conquer your drug problem rather than exploiting it.
I’ve included a clip of my favorite scene of this episode, in which Paula is touring the lab of a fragrance company producing the perfume to which she’s going to lend her name. She stumbles down the stairs to the lab, then drops a sampler on the floor, bends down to pick it up, and doesn’t see any pressing reason to stand back up again. She then says the word “sexpot” in much the same way I might, had I taken six Vicodin and polished off two tumblers of Scotch before 1 pm.