Next up: Parachute pants

Victoria's Secret has decided to resurrect a trend that should've stayed dead and buried until the end of time: moon boots. I would love to know how someone successfully pitched this at a marketing meeting. "Well, Napoleon Dynamite wore them, and that movie did well, so they must be cool again!"

Things have been bad enough since the invasion of Ugg boots. But THIS! This is nothing short of tragic. If girls start wearing moon boots with mini skirts, I'm done with fashion forever.

The Crack House Rules

My friend Taffy Doublewide from Query Letters tipped me off on this website, http://www.foundmagazine.com/. If you click on the Find of the Week, you can see the Crack House Rules that were posted in a real crack house in Maine. (Yes, Maine). At least we know there was some order in the crack house. Could you imagine a crack house without rules? Jesus.

New Music

Emerson Hart, the lead singer of Tonic, and a very dear friend, is about to release his solo effort. You can listen to a clip of one of his songs, "Vanity," here. Congratulations, Em!

One Last American Dream

Hunter S. Thompson's wishes to have his ashes shot from a cannon were fulfilled last night. It was apparently quite a scene, with Johnny Depp "hosting" the event (and footing the bill, which was evidently in excess of $2 million), attendees the likes of Sean Penn, Bill Murray and George McGovern, and Lyle Lovett and the Nitty-Gritty Dirt Band set to perform.

The man always did like a good party. So long, Doc.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

I'm not really sure how this slipped under my radar, but Bret Easton Ellis (author of Less Than Zero and American Psycho, among others) has published another book, Lunar Park. It's not getting fantastic reviews, but curiosity tells me I'll have to pick it up.

R.I.P. Six Feet Under

Tonight was the series finale of Six Feet Under, and I can't even begin to describe how good it was. I usually always find that I'm disappointed by series finales in some way or another, but I have to say, I was really happy with the way this one turned out. They didn't wrap it up in some nice little package and say life is great. They ended it by more or less saying, life is... life. People live, people die.

It was a great way to go.

Bananas.

The upcoming MTV VMA's will NOT be featuring Mrs. Gwen Stefani Rossdale as one of the performers for the evening. I don't get it. "Hollaback Girl" is wildly popular, as is the rest of her CD, and she's a fantastic performer. But instead, we get Kelly Clarkson. (Sigh)...

In other news, "Diddy" is a massive tool. "You gonna see that swagger." Get a freaking hold of yourself, for Christ's sake.

The Brothers Grimm

Only one week until Terry Gilliam's latest, The Brothers Grimm, comes out in theaters. I can't wait to see this. I love Gilliam's work -- I'm still completely blown away every time I see Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas or Brazil. And although I know he's a bit of a diva director, I still loved reading this little anecdote from Matt Damon about Gilliam threatening to walk off the set if he wasn't allowed to give Matt Damon a jacked-up nose in his role.

Trent gives us the good stuff... on my cat.

With all due respect to Trent, the love of my life from Pink is the New Blog, I must pass along something from his site. It's just too good not to post it, too!!! Check out Stuff on My Cat for... well, stuff on people's cats. Believe me, you won't be disappointed.

You, sir, are no Burt Reynolds.

I enjoy Liev Schreiber. I really do. But what's with the dick duster lately? You're dating Naomi Watts, my friend. Clean it up a bit, huh?

What's worse, it seems to be somewhat of a trend. David Spade showed up to the 2005 Teen Choice Awards sporting the same 'stache.

Newest favorite website.

You must see Gallery of the Absurd for what it calls its "Gossip-fueled art" -- by far, the best is the drawing of Britney Spears posing naked on the cover of Vanity Fair holding a bag of Cheetos and a venti frappucino from Starbucks.

Thanks to Trent at Pink is the New Blog for letting me in on this secret!

Tara Reid: Journalist Extraordinaire.

According to this article, Tara Reid is saying that the recent pictures taken of her are not just her being wild and stupid, she's actually researching stories for her new E! show, Wild on Tara. Apparently, she is in the same league as Barbara Walters and the late Peter Jennings, because SHE is a journalist, baby. That's right, you heard me.

Mmmhmmm... this is kind of like when she was trying to convince us all that she was really, really smart because she pretended to be an anthropologist in one of her movies.

Lance Armstrong is sitting pretty

... Thanks to Dave Letterman. He presented Lance Armstrong with this lovely flowered bike basket after he won his 7th Tour de France.

Harry Potter spoiler!!!

Don't click on this link for a hilarious t-shirt unless you want to know the ending to the latest Harry Potter installment, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

Who you callin' a Homo?

How the guy in this article hasn't changed his name yet, I'll never know.

Uh-oh...

Fergie from the Black-Eyed Peas looks like she might've had an accident...
(Thanks, Ryan).

Tara Reid is a HOT MESS.

I wonder if, after these pictures have been released to the world, Tara Reid will still wonder why the world regards her as a party girl...

By the way... did you ever notice that no matter how completely wasted Tara Reid gets, Paris Hilton always seems in control of herself? Simply amazing. Of course, in this picture, you can almost read the thought bubble coming out of Paris' head: "I've really gotta ditch this drunk bitch."