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Is Adam Carolla succumbing to TabloidBaby’s mighty will?

Luckyscent sells a perfume named after a Korean tribute to Tarantino movie.

Actress and dancer Elizabeth Berkley hosts on Bravo’s new reality competition series, Step It Up & Dance (On the Grave of Your Career).

Marizpan Taco strikes again, this time with a British beauty.

Carson Daly fights off WGA ninjas.

(photo courtesy of the Advice Goddess.)

The long awaited Vanity Fair piece on Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake comes out in the January issue, by Nancy Jo Sales. Fun fact: Sales was married to Father Frank Morales They met when he was a source for a story.

Gustavo “Ask A Mexican” Arellano thinks he’s smacking us upside and downside, but he’s not. How do you polish an orange, anyway?

Sean Penn rails against state of the world, state of the union, state of bugger all. Boy, Madonna must be so glad she’s not still married to him.

Evel Knievel dies at age 69.

Martin Scorsese’s newest film: La Clave Reserva

Just in time for the holidays! KOST fires Kim Amidon, after 22 years. via Franklin Ave.

Hollywood Bitchslap has an Oscar tote board up. Sasha Stone as well with better commentary but less useful visuals.

EW lists the 50 Smartest People in Hollywood, which is insane as well as inane. They can’t mean book smart, as Spielberg is notorious for never reading anything. They can’t mean career smarts, as Ben Stiller just made another stinker. So what do they mean?

Nikki Finke is now known as Sista Toldja.

Writers Balk in Talks or Talks Hit Pause Button. A little birdie told us that Variety writers are really tired of the emails accusing them of bias. Really, really tired.

Katie Holmes and a little dear and a little deer.

And Gawker has some openings.

Project Runway debuts, proving that “unscripted” doesn’t mean “unwatchable crap”.

Why do some of the WGA’s most passionate members have the lamest credits?

Twin Peaks comes out on DVD, which is good news for fans, but not-such-good news for the writers of that series.

Maybe Forbes.com could hire some striking writers to replace dumber-than- dirt Lacey Rose. Please let that be a pseudonym.

The Redcoats Aren’t Coming
The British Writer’s Guild has stated that its membership will not write for American producers with a strike on, effectively not crossing the line from across the pond, and are also advising that UK produced programs not be used to fill the void of the American television networks.
Too late, they already are.

Early to Bed and Early to Rise
Glen Gordon Caron has been seen arriving at Paramount before nine and leaving after five to avoid crossing the picket lines. He’s still working on Medium. Or so we’re told.

Is This Thing On?
Break.com is offering $5000 for the highest rated video submitted by a striking writer, which shows a certain naivete about the technical abilities of WGA members.

Clean Out Your Desks
Innovative Artists–same agency that tried to yank the assistants’ benefits in June–fired all their Lit assistants in a strike-related cost move.

Virtual Video
How do you picket YouTube?

(photo from Erik)

Salon’s readership just gets weirder and weirder: PhD candidate addicted to Potter fan fiction.

Ron Rosenbaum needs to stop with the conspiracy theories already. First he stepped into the Theresa Duncan morass and now the Presidential sex scandal.

Amy Goodman admits to Bell’s Palsy.

Stephen Colbert is not a candidate.

Slate V picked the winners of their Comedy News Contest–judge Kevin Bleyer must not want any competition from amateurs.

Daniel Hernandez covers the fires down in San Diego, and asks all the right questions.

Britney’s mom, Lynn Spears, has written a parenting book. Title search for How to Raise a Drug-Addled Skank is underway.

Who did buy Luke Ford’s other blog?

NPR should just hire Joe Escalante, already.

Paris Hilton has announced that she wants to be frozen when she dies. And not one minute before.

(photo by John Grasberger)

If you haven’t seen Lulu and Manning, the new tiger cubs, at the zoo, go now. Right now. No, NOW.

Andy Milonakis lives in LA, and is working on a rap album. We wondered where he’d been.

The Nokia Theater opened, and the readers of Curbed LA wonder why the LA Times can’t find some new urban planning experts to quote.

Matt Welch’s new book, John McCain: The Myth of a Maverick is the reason for a party Saturday night at Casita del Campo.

Save the date: Trailer Park Estate Sale. This could be a reality show.

(Photo from Growabrain)

There Goes the Neighborhood
Wisteria Lane goes lavender, as Desperate Housewives adds a gay couple. Don’t miss the Halloween episode when Teri Hatcher dresses up like a trannie. Oh, wait…

Midnight, Vamp or I’m Not Really A Waitress?
Marilyn Manson linked to another tragedy. The Cleveland school shooter also liked black nail polish, but does Chanel get blamed?

Scare Yourself Silly
Check out Hollyween, a spine-tingling art show, curated by Dennis Frazen at the WoW gallery on 6650 Hollywood Boulevard. Costumes encouraged but then, you’re always in costume, n’est pas?

(photo by Celine Elise B.)

Halo 3 might make a profit.

Tyra Banks takes a stand and declares Cycle 9 of ANTM a no-smoking zone. It’s more fun when everyone goes through withdrawal. Unlike the real world.

Indiana Jones is shooting right now, in Downey.

Phil Spector is free and the jury foreman is a neighbor; Joe Francis is in jail.

(photo by Anders Brownworth)