Who wore it better?

“Please Don’t Touch,” Polly Scattergood. Straight-up solid pop.

Inside scoop. This was an actual segment on The View today.

Mo’Nique’s Best Supporting Actress Oscar pretty much paves the way for her to play Carrie Bradshaw’s imaginary black friend in the next Sex and the City movie.

Lost iPod bidding war.

Above: art. Below: my life. [thanks, josh]

Is that a web site yet? It ought to be.

It’s raining on me because I lied when I was seventeen.

The landlord walks in on me sprawled out in bed, watching the episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where a space ghost fucks Dr. Crusher’s brains out.

Did I mention it wasn’t my apartment?

I see what you did here. You took one of my nightmares and added one of my other nightmares to it.

Damn, Sally Field, what are they putting in your Boniva? (While we weren’t watching, Brothers & Sisters turned into The Gun Show.)

Buzz Lightyear by Raoni Nery.

NYT Correction of the Day.

Nikki Finke’s Taylor Lautner coverage is beginning to read like Taylor Lautner slash fiction. You bet his April slot’s open. He can probably fit two movies in there.