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Gotye releases Heart A Mess through Lucky Number on May 26th 2008, watch the video.
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Pre-release hype surrounding the new Def Leppard album promised everything from a return to Pyromania form, to a full-on country album. Fortunately, neither could be farther from the truth. Pound for pound, songs from The Sparkle Lounge is the strongest Def Leppard album since the triple-platinum Adrenalize in 1992, delivering a hard-rocking combination of the band’s dynamic pop sensibility, bustling choruses, and some of the best guitar work from any mainstream rock act this side of the new millennium.
To their credit, Def Leppard don't try and reinvent the wheel in their Sparkle Lounge. Instead, they refine what it is they've always done best, without being afraid to admit that they've grown a little in the process. The album opens strong and doesn't let up, "Go" blistering with an invigorating crunch and melodic muscle that suits the band well, guitarists Phil Collen and Vivian Campbell ripping and grinding a path for the tracks that follow. The rumors of a country hue were no
 The big news of the week (for me, what are "primaries"?) was Gossip Girl's epic stunner of an episode in which, in the thumping crazy final seconds, we discovered that newly pious Serena van der Woodsen was a murderer. Murder! Big news! The news today is, as it is every Friday, that, like a pack of crazed blond millionaires, you guys continue to slay us. (This is the worst introduction ever, I realize. But I'm all nerves about this "Summit" tonight and can't think straight.) So after the jump, find six of the week's best tippy-typing.
From fiveinchtaint in Animal Sacrifices Still Popular Among Young Urbanites:
"I knew Rudolph was a fucking robot. Magic my ass." - Blitzen [Sheila's pick]From lawyergay in Starbucks Doesn't Have Any God Damn Lemons:
"To: Starbucks Executive VP for Global Strategy
From: lawyergay
Re: How to Cut Lemons
1. Grasp a knife with a "handshake" grip in your dominant hand, holding the lemon in the other.
2. Placing the blade perpendicular to the fruit, make repeated downward sawing motions until the lemon has been divided into two roughly equal halves.
3. Insert knife in eye." [Hamilton's pick] From Nunaurbiz in Woman Wants Six Figures For Alleged Lohan Coat Theft:
"FYI, in case anyone cares: The dead minks have voted and they want their old owner back."From CodePink in Symptoms of Hipsterdom Revealed:
"You talk loudly while your roommate is watching American Idol saying "This is like the apocalypse, the end of music itself" and then your roommate kindly reminds you of the "no talking during tv" rule. You apologize, half-heartedly and get another glass of leftover plum wine. You look out your window and see an old chair in the alley. It is the shittiest looking chair you have ever seen. You want it. You go to the alley. You pick up the chair. Suddenly, you notice there is a cat who has been hiding under the chair You pick up the cat. It bites you. The cat is rabid. Now so are you. You throw the cat in the garbage. Suddenly, you develop an aversion to water. You put a DON'T TAKE SHOWERS, YO sign on the bathroom door. You start drooling and snarling whilst waiting for the L train. This gets you a date with an Asian chick. On the date, you bite the very short Asian girl on the neck. She says "Kinky" but the next day she is throwing away her Brita as she is also rabid. You both start a band called RABID. Your ex-roommate hears about your gig at Galapagos. She goes to the gig, shoots you both with a rifle because you "needed to be put down", not because of the rabies, but because you're so FUCKING ANNOYING."From DonPardoCalrissian in "I Love the Ghetto": Bushwick Hipsters Explain Their Outfits:
" 'Are you taking my picture? I'm so glassily hip I don't even know what that means. My uncle's a unicorn and I came out of my mother's wee-wee.' "Your Party Pick this week goes to the always awe-inspiring InOtherNews..., who wove a scintillating tale of liquor and licentiousness in Saturday Night:
"Photography. A magical medium. For instance, did you really know what Aunt Thelma was doing in Boca Raton one glorious Friday night in 1964? The "accidental poke" from a local gasoline station attendant named Billy? It was more than that. The reverse peristalsis into the waste receptacle that forever sealed "Vomiting Vivian"'s nomenclatural fate? The top-shelf liquor collection, prized by your uncle Ted, that one night disappeared into a burlap sack, hurried out of the china cabinet and into a room in the Stark Feather Inn on Viola Drive? The carpet, said the housekeeping staff, was smartly saved from a terrible fate. The sheets, the pillows, the headboard, all imbued with the scent of sex, sweat and geriatry. The ceiling fan which blew coolly onto several naked buttocks thrusting up and down into the tepid, smoke-tinged air. Vivian, Billy and Thelma were the loudest that night, said the couple in Room 215, the lady in Room 219, the teenaged acoustic band in Room 117, and the visitors from Abu Dhabi in Room 317. Security guards visited several times that evening: the clatter of billy clubs and tin shields and ruffled shirts would cause the moans to pause; the banging to cease; the groans to subside. To the door, the guards would press their ears, then gently walk away. And the fucking, pure fucking, would resume. It was clear Vivian was happy: this was her birthday gift. But was she jealous of Thelma? Perhaps, because it was all over her that Billy came. An illustrious ejaculation, surpassed only by St. Helens' two decades later, and Washington State was so far away. So Vivian gave Billy no choice: he would have to come again.
Perhaps it was the lime slice she kept under her tongue. "To make it interesting," she said, "and because I want it to hurt a little." Billy delivered once more, and Vivian, usually of the fortitude of the schist that formed Manhattan Island, collapsed. The contents of her aged stomach churned, stirred perhaps by the salty burst: beef stroganoff, a quaff of Pabst, cherry Life Savers bought from the lobby gift shop. Thelma, realizing the great misfortune the carpet was about to suffer, thought to quickly position a trashbin at the foot of the bed. Vivian, doubled over, took a little while. In the meantime, Thelma, a little disgusted, a little emboldened, went to explore the selection of tonic. Billy, done, zipped up, buttoned a few, and noticed the man with the camera.
He toasted.
Thelma saw a friend outside the window.
Vivian hurled.
And the man with the camera, the unwitting artiste, captured a fleeting moment in history, preserving it for no-one in particular but you, my precious child. "
Good work, everyone. Have lovely, hipster-free weekends.
 Early buzz over Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is kind of pooh. First, co-star John Hurt bad-mouthed the flick and executive producer George Lucas to the Times of London, saying, "It's cops-and-robbers stuff. And it's all to make Mr. Lucas an extra billion, as if he needs it." Now the basement-dwelling fanboys at Ain't It Cool News are crying like a bunch of YouTube commenters.
"This is the Indiana movie that you were dreading [...] There was not a single moment that I thought [Indy] . . . was in any sort of peril or even significant inconvenience.' A big snake that appears in one scene is 'as crappy as a Mad TV prop' and it 'looks like the whole jungle was made of plastic.' As far as Ford's dialogue goes, 'he has a few lines that work and a million that don't.'" [P6]
I'm not too worried. I haven't believed anything on that site since they gushed all over Daredevil.
The new trailer for 20th Century Fox's The X-Files: I Want to Believe will officially come online at 12:01am on Monday, but in the meantime, ShockTillYouDrop.com has posted two viral video interviews with David Duchovny as Fox Mulder and Gillian Anderson as Dana Scully talking about one another. You can watch the short clips here !
Filed under: American Idol, Judges, News and Gossip  Now, maybe Simon Cowell's already had a tell-all book about his life, or revealed his childhood a hundred times, but if he has I never saw it. So when I saw this short story about his childhood, it struck me on several levels. In it he stated that he was "always bored" growing up. Apparently, he still hasn't licked that problem because today on American Idol he still looks bored half the time, except when he's pissed at a kid for rearranging "I Shot the Sheriff." He also indicated that frustration with his life led him to thoughts of suicide, though it isn't made clear if we're talking more serious contemplation than most teenagers, who consider it at one time or another in moments of extreme emotion. So now he pushes other kids to those emotional extremes to make sure they're made of tough enough stuff. I hope they have a suicide watch in Hollywood! Continue reading Simon Cowell grew up criticized, depressed Permalink | Email this | | Comments 
 Ooh, people from The Hills are making news today. You'll want to hear all about these developments if you're a teenage girl and/or me. Here we go:
Jason Wahler: First he wracked up an impressive multi-state arrest record, then pictures surfaced of him playing Russian Roulette and now, finally, J-Wahl has entered rehab. Why would he do that? Mostly because it was the only way to avoid going to jail. Personally, I would like to take a moment to pose a few questions to the rehab center: First of all, while you're working on Jason, can you cure him of being an asshole too? And second, if you have a minute, can you also check his pockets to see if you can find the summer Lauren wasted on him? She'd really like to get that back.
Spencer Pratt: Always ready to adopt any cause that may win him attention, The Hills' resident douche-weasel has taken up the Free Paris Hilton cause, putting a petition on his MySpace page that he promises to take to the mayor of LA--as if that will do any good. He tells US Weekly:"I've always thought that the punishment should fit the crime. Paris... is such a good role model and a smart business woman. So it's a shame that a miscommunication between her and her people is landing her in jail." "A good role model"? Really? You can really post that and not feel like a complete ass? Thanks for your opinions on the case, Spencer. You are my moral compass.
Heidi Montag: Still has new boobs.
Last train to Knoxville.
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Starring:
Rose Byrne, Jeremy Renner, Harold Perrineau, Catherine
McCormack,...
Review:
28 Weeks Later is the rarest thing you?re going to find at
the movies this summer: a sequel that doesn?t suck. In fact, this
explosive, nerve-frying followup to Danny Boyle?s much-admired 2002
hit 28 Days Later is a dynamite zombiefest all on its own.
Taking over for Boyle as director and co-writer is Spain?s Juan
Carlos Fresnadillo, who scored big in the horror lottery with
Intacto. He picks up where Boyle left off, showing a few
survivors seeking shelter in a farmhouse from a zombie plague that
damn near depopulated England. When the attacks start again, Don
(Robert Carlyle, he of the mad Trainspotting glint) )
scrams out the window leaving his wife (Catherine McCormack) to
serve as a cannibal snack. Fresnadillo ups the gore quotient and
shows a penchant for showoff editing and strobe...
Rating: 3 Stars
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Malibu Mel got a thumbs up today from the judge overseeing the alcohol rehab program he was ordered to take after his drunken anti-Semitic outburst at police last year. "I truly believe the rehabilitation (in) this case is effective, and I don't want to do anything to interrupt that," said Malibu Superior Court Judge Lawrence J. [...]
In theaters, Georgia Rule is a maudlin mess, but television cop drama, Cagney and Lacey, new to DVD this week, is a hit...
Didn't catch it?! Check it out here on Best Night Ever for Thursday, May 10th! Brian Faas is here to take you through the best moments of Thursday night TV, including: Ugly Betty, Grey's Anatomy, The Office, My Name is Earl, and Survivor Fiji!
I am – Hercules!!
Contrary to recent comments by actor Edward...
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Who would have thought that there would be on television this category, this trend of personality known as the "money honey?" They're the beautiful girls who give us the financial news and stock numbers on the cable news networks.
Someone's taking children's scribbling and gussying them up with some kind of magical computure special effects. It think it's pretty nifty. However, I'm having tech woes and can't seem to publish more than one image in a post, so enjoy the gallery