Here's a tip.

Finally, a compendium (yes, another one) of the tipping habits of your favorite actors and actresses.

TV is for sexies!

Inside TV, some sort of magazine that has nothing to do with the inside of your TV, has proclaimed the 50 Sexiest Men on TV. Number one? Why it's Mr. Can't Buy Me Love himself, a-Patrick a-Dempsey. He can buy us love anytime, if you know what we mean! In conjunction with the upcoming double issue that will feature this horizon-expanding article, there will be a one-hour TV special on July 3 on which these men will be appear less glossy and more active. Please note, you'll still appear lonely in your Ben-and-Jerry's-encrusted "Playful Kitties in Wicker Basket" robe.

Being tremendously excited.

By "disgusting," we assume he means "fascinating and enlightening." We're sure he does. Positive.

Jenniffleck Bennifer Rambaldi Will Hunting.

Afflecks married Garners today. There are not many details available, but we can safely assume Elton John rewrote the lyrics to "Candle in the Wind" for the event. All in all, a triumphant day for as many as two people.


Here's our new most favorite Web site ever of the day: Malls of America. It's a compendium of photos from shopping malls of the 1960s and '70s. Some of us here at the NB grew up in South Florida, so we get a little teary-eyed when talking of malls. Unfortunately, the site does not have pictures of the late Boca Mall. No, not the glitzy, glamorous Town Center Mall (a SIMON property). The Boca Mall (now the site of Mizner Park). Home to Britt's and Jefferson's. There were never more than four people in it at a time. It was truly a bastion of sadness. Save for the wonderful AMC sixplex, where we saw Short Circuit, Willow and Jaws 4: the Revenge.

Nay. NAY.

This posting has remained entirely too cordial. Please visit it and help point it in the right direction. We would, but our huge Internet fame prevents us from doing so. Yet again.

Is Linda Blair available?

T.I.? New-New? Jellybeans? Roller skates? Musical? Are we dreaming?

The Nicole Richie Timeline.

Or, the Effects of Cocaine Rays on Dancing-on-the-Ceiling Adoptees.

I went to Spain, and all I got was this stupid legislation passed.

De nada, ESPAÑA.

Idina Menzel: defying arithmetic.

In the current issue of Entertainment Weekly, Idina Menzel, star of the upcoming film version of Rent, claims she is 31. Oh how we laughed. A quick jump to IMDb.com told us that Miss Menzel was born on May 30, 1971. So, Menzel, unless this is 2002, you are 34. You do not look 31, even with a green makeup hiding your shriek lines, so there's no need to lie. 34 is a perfectly acceptable age. And you are, at the very least, 34.


Quotent quotables.

You've seen the pictures, now enjoy some of the best quotes from our 2005 Tour de France (and Spain):

"No possible."
–The taxi driver at the Barcelona airport upon hearing the address we were going to

"Why did you call? I told you I would do it later. When you saw me in here you should have known I was doing it."
–Sorina, our Seabourn cruise line stewardess upon finding me calling to make sure our twin beds were turned into a queen-sized bed, as requested via fax

"I bring water every day. You don't need to call me."
–Sorina, our $7,000,000,000,000-per-person-cruise-line stewardess telling us not to call her to bring a bottle of water to the room, which she had failed to do

"The chef is...uh...doing very well."
–Anthony, the petite French waiter, finishing his explanation of why dinner was delayed

"Is that a glass from the room? You'd better keep it. The stewardess would kill me."
–The room service waiter, upon picking up our dinner tray from our room

–An Eastern-European woman upon being asked to sing back a line from the James Taylor song during the audience participation segments of one of the onboard shows

"Are you the two gentlemen who I invited to my table and didn't show up?"
–The onboard lounge musician greeting us for the first time toward the end of the cruise. (We were not, by the way.)

Laverne in da HIZZ-OUSE.

Pimps, playas and hos, from the LG Mobile Phones BET After Bash, our girl...

Penny Marshall!

If everyone lived like you, we would need 3.5 planets. Asshole.

Because of the sheer inappropriateness of the last post, here's something very serious: a quiz you can take to calculate the size of your global footprint. In laymen's terms, that means the degree to which you are destroying the earth as compared to others around you. So the next time you spit on a homeless person, maybe you should think twice and shake its hand.

Combination #8.

We don't know what the context of this is. We don't know if it's fake. We don't know why it appears to have been shot in one car. We do know that it's not safe for work or for those who can't stand looking at naked Asians, or, Nasians (shut up—you know who you are). Click on the scared Asians, or, Scasians, for more.

Dope tower.

Finally, NYC junkies get the monument they deserve.

Nick Vergos: impatient millionnaire.

Please enjoy this letter we just sent to one of the assholes we were fortunate enough to vacation with. He co-owns this place in Memphis. We don't recommend it.

Dear Nick Vergos--

I would just like to thank you for bypassing the taxi line upon disembarkation of the Seabourn Legend in Monaco on June 26, 2005. We were all waiting patiently for a taxi, when you and your wife strolled up and took the first available one so you could get to your hotel in Monaco before everyone else. Your wife made some lame excuse about the hotel being neaby and that the taxi would return shortly, which it, of course, did not. Never mind that we had to catch a train in Nice—we were more than relieved to know that you and your wife (who enjoys namedropping, by the way—something extremely declassé) made it rapidly to your hotel. We hope you enjoyed your stay in Monaco and that you did not have to wait in a pesky line for any subsequent taxi on your vacation.

Thank you, Nick, for illustrating that, once again, the amount of money one has is completely unrelated to the amount of class one has.

Yours truly,
[name redacted]

P.S. I will not be eating at the Rendezvous when I am in Memphis. Your wife, believe it or not, did not recommend it.

A picture is worth 1,000 esponjas.

Here are some photo highlights of our Spanish/French adventure. Enjoi!

Emerald-encrusted hangers forever!

Faye Dunaway...you are...the harlot.

Fully corroded.

We have no idea what's old, what's new, what's up, what's down, so here's a pic of Lohan with some shit in her teeth. It's obviously not food, so we're assuming it's a baby.


A retour.

Hola, bonjour, hello. We are back. We were in Paris, Warsaw, New Jersey and New York today (New Jersey's still easily the worst). We are jetlagged. We have to get up at 9am. Please be gentle with us tomorrow and this week. We promise to do our best with our possibly limited resources. You can look forward to some highlights of our trip, in both word and picture form. We do not strive to make the NB self-congratulatory, so we promise not to talk about anything positive or charming that we may have experienced whilst away. As usual, we will stick to the humiliating, aggravating, and, of course, mediocre bits and bobs. And pictures. Pictures, pictures, pictures. We hope. If we have time. We're tired. You get it.

Alas, a big, hearty thank you to Ian and Rob Thurman who kept the site alive during Team NB's absence. Reading through what they've written, we could not be happier with their commitment to keeping the NB totally, completely mediocre. We salute them, and we hope you do, too. We did bring them gifts. Though we may have drunk them on the way home. It's so hard to remember. Because, as the drunk once said to the armchair...

Guh naht.


Do you kids wanna be like the real UN or do you just wanna squabble and waste time?

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Here's a site that offers custom Simpsons action figures such as the masterpiece shown above. Yes, that is Principal Skinner as Boba Fett. Yes, NB has been hijacked (at least in part) by a huge nerd.

Go ahead and act like you're not at all interested in the Yoda Maggie. I dare you.

(We now return to our scheduled programming.)


The Drill Is Gone

donnasummer.gifThis time I know it's for drill....Donna Summer recounts the 70's.

Well, I think that in my day, we were just drilled. And we were drilled in a lot of different ways. I was fortunate.

Single Celled Organisms

Scientists in anistonss.jpgthis report are geeking out over findings that individual cells react to celebrity images.
What the study does suggest...is that the brain appears to use relatively few cells to record something it sees. That's in contrast to the idea that it uses a huge network of brain cells instead.

Nobody would have predicted that conceptual information relating to Aniston, for example, would be signaled so clearly by single cells.

Is this news -- single cells and solo gals?

Is this science -- all you need is one brain cell to understand Jennifer Aniston?

C'mon, now!

As for using relatively few brain cells, I suspect that Brad Pitt is much smarter than anyone's ever given him credit.

Mr. & Mrs. Smith is a must see!


It was the THETANS! It was XENU! No wait, it was HOLMES!

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Dear Reader,

We know there's a 1000 percent chance you've already seen this. We also know that NB's creator is not a fan of posting the obvious news items. But we've just received word that his cruise ship was commandeered somewhere off the French Riviera by a band of gay pirates from Ibiza. So while they're rifling through his Burberry weekender in search of capri pants and Belle & Sebastian CDs, we figure we've got plenty of time to do whatever the hell we please.

Thus, here it is again for your enjoyment: Tom Cruise having a classic scientology freakout.


Whatever you do, Don't...Look...Down

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Following the demise of the 99-cent shrimp cocktail, and the advent of the new Celine Dion Wretchosseum, there ain't much hope for that dusty jewel we call Vegas. But one glimmer remains: casino carpeting.

Big ups to the geniuses at this web site, who are cataloguing an entire gallery of the stuff—in all its eyeball-throbbing glory—before Steve Wynn replaces everything with tiny mosaic tiles made from endangered baby rhino horn.

Bonus: See how many stains you can spot!

Extra Super Bonus: Name that bodily fluid!

(from boingboing)

And You...and You....and You...You're Gonna Slug Me

Eddie Murphy, who is not gay (but has a thing for trannie hookers) has been cast in the upcoming screen version of "Dreamgirls."

And while I know that tucking a flower behind your ear and wearing a leather bowtie has a shockingly cha-cha meets Chippendales ring to it, for the sake of lawsuit avoidance or a hearty bitch slap, we'll stop now.

Oh, what the hell....

"He put two $100 bills on my leg and said, 'Here's $200.'

He asked me if I did this for a living, being a transsexual prostitute.

I said yes.

Eddie said, 'Do you like to wear lingerie?'

I said yes.

He said, 'Can I see you in lingerie?'

I told him, 'Whenever I have the time.'

He said, 'I'll make the time.' Then he asked me, 'What type of sex do you like?'

I said I was into everything."

"They just whooped the hell out of him"

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The marvels contained in this story about a poor bastard who tries to hold up a beauty college in Shreveport are just too many to mention. You know things are about to take a turn for the worse when the reporter writes a sentence like: "That's when Mitchell raised her leg."

From then on, it's all flailing curling irons, blood, and urine. Everything America's Next Top Model should have been.

(Please pay no attention to the blog this is linked to. Just be happy we all share the same basic human need for a good old-fashioned throw-down. -The Editors)

Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered


Welcomed by many - including the mayor and some city councilors - but reviled by others, a statue of 1960s TV icon Samantha Stephens of "Bewitched" was unveiled amid a puff of smoke in Salem on Wednesday.

Maybe it's just me...but one does wonder about that "puff of smoke" comment. I know I need a toke or two before watching any Will Farrell movie.

Calling Doctor Bombay!


Most Exciting Headline Ever

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Holy crap! This just in: Return of Dead Dude in a Box is going to try reeaaaaaal hard to be the same edge-of-your-seat rollercoaster ride that was Dead Dude in a Box Part I. Slow news day, I guess—considering we all knew this, like, two years ago and apparently none of us gives a shit.


More Gay - Still Not Ironic

Remember when Canadian snowbirds were enjoyable?

Lettuce Entertain You

lizberkleysm.jpgI'm so excited.....I'm so.....scared.

Yeah, that's the way I feel, too - anytime I'm snooping around some soap-dodging, raw-food-eating, just-this-side-of-hippie, free-loving website populated by virtually irrelevant superstars.

And it does get really scary when these superstars go from speed-addicted cheerleader to coke-addicted Showgirl to veggie-loving know-it-all:
A strict vegetarian her whole life, Elizabeth sent a note to every restaurant in the U.S.’s 10 fattest cities, urging them to do their part to help diners slim down by beefing up on vegetarian selections.
Too bad Jessie didn't have this dress for her music video and she wouldn't have needed all those pesky pills. Zack and/or Slater could have had something actually healthy to munch on.

Happy Birthday, Maaaaarrrrrrrry!

227.jpgNews today that Army deserter Charles Robert Jenkins will soon face fierce and steep judgment for his past decisions made me think about another Jenkins, who, from her stoop, judged fiercely the mistakes of others.

Oh! And imagine my delight to find out that today, of all days, is Marla Gibbs' birthday!

Oh, blessed synchronicity...

Anyway, Marla has been making guest appearances on my favorite story, Passions. You can read all about that here.

And while it may take a little effort, you'll be humming the theme song to 227 in short order.

There's no place like home.
With your family around you, you're never alone.
When you know that your loved,
You don't need to roam,
Cause there's no place like home

Time's are changing everyday.
We won't get by with the same old ways (Oh, no!).
Pulling together will make it right.
With help from are friends I know we'll get by,

Cause there's no place like home.
With your family around you you're never alone.
When you know that your loved,
You don't need to roam.
Cause there ain't no place like,
(Better believe it)
There ain't no place like
(Better believe it)
Cause there ain't no place like,
There's no place like home!

"I mean no place child".

Big Boy Steel Erection

deliverance98.jpgWhile Greek civilization is well know for its contributions to art, literature and political discourse, when I think of Greece, I think of swarthy man-loving-man action.

I would imagine that many of you would be surprised to discover that Missouri bears a shocking resemblance to yesteryear’s Macedonia.

It’s much like the work of Sophocles, that is, if Sophocles had written Deliverance.

Let’s take a tour of the state of Missouri and discover some of its homo treasures.

Hazelwood, MO
Big Boy Steel Erection
Sadly, these contractors do not have a website. But with a name like that…do they really need one?

St. Louis
The Crack Team
Which makes a clearly arguable point, depending on what type of loving you're looking for.
Kansas City
For those of you flying solo....

FAG Automotive
As is generally the case, I'm not quite certain if something's going in or something's coming out.
It's like they say, "We Go All Out!"

As we all do....this is, after all, the Show Me State.


Fancy Pants

Get your own here!

Blog the Insanity

powterhair.jpgRegular readers of the NB know that Rosie O'Donnell is a much revered national treasure.

Since the NB is off on a cruise, and since Rosie has her own cruise line, let's take a look at what Rosie's on-board Fitness Trainer, Blogger and Xena-Amazon-Number-Four is up to these days:

Susan Powter's Blog

Label Whores

prada.jpgRev. Bill Banuchi, executive director of the New York Christian Coalition, says that the gays should be forced to wear warning labels.

If one remembers correctly, this kind of thing did happen once before – but that was a long time ago and in some far away country, so who cares? And since that little triangle is also the Prada logo, perhaps the gays won't mind wearing it so much.

Anyway, Rev. Banuchi urges Americans to "pray for those who are deceived by the lies of popular culture, who are caught up in a destructive lifestyle, and for the children who are being zealously evangelized by radical homosexuals."

We’re setting up the revival tent right now. Here’s the week’s sermon schedule:

Monday: Six-Pack Abs or Six-Six-Six

Tuesday: Pray for a Bigger Penis

Wednesday: On Your Knees (for obvious reasons)

Thursday: Love the Lesbian, Lynch the Labia

Friday: Fish Fry Over at the Catholic Church – Where It’s Gay Every Day!

Small Wonder

charlotteswebpersia.jpgFor those of us who remember summertime as an opportunity read age-inappropriate books after watching 16 hours of television, tonight’s first episode of “100 Greatest Kid Stars” on VH1 is definitely TiVo-worthy. That is, if I had cable or a TiVo.

Nevertheless, I’d wager that most bloggers bear the vestigial mark of shame from never having really enjoyed kickball, swimming, biking or jumping rope like the happy children. But let’s not go down that road of regret.

After all, some children have it much, much worse.

Consider this poor child, who dreamt of learning about Mexico and tacos, but illustrated his dreams and ambitions with the Arc de Triomphe, a Medieval castle and a Saudi Prince on horseback.

Or the poor Persian child who read Charlotte’s Web and was befuddled by the pig eating at Christmas, the insolent daughter, and the unwed, knocked up spider.

But that’s verging on social commentary, which I’ve promised to avoid. Let’s just stick to watching the meteoric rise and humiliating fall of yesterday’s superstars and reading stories about inappropriate relationships with special little robot girls.