Like An Exotic Bottle Opener
Queens Of The Stone Age’s Josh Homme and Joey Castillo answer the tough questions regarding the “Bulby” characters on the cover of Era Vulgaris, the first single “Sick Sick Sick”, and that massive hangover they’re sporting.
Callum Best: Oh, Lindsay. Remember what the tattoo says: Breathe. You obviously haven’t been near a computer the last few days.
Reebok figured out the exact sum of money it would take for us to dump all of our Scarlett Johansson stock and paid her with it. Seriously. What’s next? Mischa Barton for Keds!? Fran Drescher for Old Navy!? That’s it. We’re out.
We’re warming to Flight Of The Conchords. The Tenacious D stain is a tough one to get out, but we’re working on it.
Nick Nolte is executive-producing Hunter Thompson’s The Rum Diaries. That should turn out well.
Downtown it-photog Ryan McGinley shoots the once and future it-girl Kate Moss for W magazine.
Russell Simmons with… Not Kimora Lee Simmons. Well played.
Eating Hot Dogs: “So, if you really want to be indie, you have to start shopping at Hollister, eating at Red Lobster and seeing movies at Showcase Cinemas.”
The I-Doser: “The creator doesn’t give his name, but has linked to a shirtless photo of himself.”
Someone give us $920 to buy Michelle Blade’s “Laser Show”, now.
Instant Noodles Perfecting Timer: We don’t even eat that crap, but we’re going to start, just so we can buy one of those gadgets.
Cory Kennedy is grossed out by the biggest Don’t of them all, ex-Humbert Humbert “friend” Mark Cobrasnake.
Sometimes the machine eats the monster, and sometimes the monster eats the machine.
We would like to live inside Wendy Bevan’s camera, but, the truth of the matter is, we would be too scared to.
Wonder Woman man.
oh lets not forget Hunter’s beautiful letter to some producer at Shooting Gallery re: Rum Diaries…
http://everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=1031186
Cory is obviously disgusted by her ex-“friend.” who knew Chloe Sevingny was such a Madonna scholar.
yeah its gonna be a lot of vaseline on the lens from here on out for katie.
nick nolte probably thought he was buying one of those books that you can hide a flask inside of..
the flight of the conchords blokes have a quiet earnestness to them that you don’t see anywhere these days. they’re the red lobster of indie comedy.
“How can I slip when there’s no floor?” That is some beat poet existential shit, Bulby.
Fran Drescher and the monkey engaged in some primal mating calls there…
Russell Simmons’ girl is shiny. Ping!
the shoe Scarlett is wearing is called the Retro Aztec. Can’t get anymore retro than Aztec.
ScarJo reminds me of Pillsbury Crescent Roll dough before it hits the oven. Why is everyone so fascinated with this chick?

When the hot dog guy dropped the bbmak reference he might as well have dropped the microphone and walked offstage. Or keyboard, whatever.