
A couple weeks ago, I posted about how mystified I was by Shia LeBeouf's 1) popularity and 2) ability to snag the classy Carey Mulligan. I hit publish and genuinely thought the comments would start rolling in from lots and lots of agreeable readers. A few did (kisses to you) and even Amy agreed, but there were many, many of you who admitted to (and this is tough to type) having a coughcrushcough on Shia. A CRUSH! ON THE DUDE FROM TRANSFORMERS!
Oh my.
Ah, Robert Pattinson. He may be dreamy, he may be sparkly, he may be sexy and rich as hell, but he punches like a little girl.
RPattz said that the stunt personnel on the set of "Remember Me" laughed at him. They laughed at him when he had to punch them in the face for a fight scene.
I admit: I am firmly with Jennie in the Whole Not Getting the Shia LeBeouf Thing. Because I don't. But based on the comments, many of you do. Get him, that is. And dig him. So I thought maybe you'd like to see some photos of him running the Los Angeles Marathon yesterday in very tight little pants things. See? I'm so nice sometimes.
We all know a highly fertile couple or two. You know, the folks who spout such lovely gems as, "I get pregnant if my husband looks at me." Funny, perhaps obnoxious, but obviously a gross exaggeration. National Geographic has set out to break down just how big of a chance it is to successfully conceive with their new special, Sizing Up Sperm.
You know, I thought we left the Beek behind with the 90s, back when my college roommates and I would play the Dawson's Creek drinking game and guzzle Boone's Strawberry Hill whenever the Beek's wonky eye was especially noticeable. But this week has brought not one but TWO Beek-related stories, and I guess I have to admit that yes. The Beek is still relevant.
Early last year, images of a bald and goateed John Travolta dressed in some kind of militant hipster outfit began circulating the internet. It seemed safe to assume that the get-up was for a movie, but I couldn't be sure. Perhaps the whole Scientology thing was moving into some next level business. Who knows?
Two of TV's all-time sexiest hunks square off, in what could prove to be a Mantastic Battle Royale. Will Dr. McDreamy write Steve Austin his final prescription? Or will the Fall Guy make this Lover Boy, do his own stunts? It's time to find out. So, hold on to your hot pants. LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE...
I admit it. I read all four Twilight books. In fact, I read them all consecutively barely reading "The End" before I had the next one in my hand. I saw Twilight in the theater. It was the only movie I saw in a theater in 2008, but I am not going to see New Moon on the big screen. You want to know why?