Category Archives: celebutard

Elizabeth Taylor, cinematic icon, heartbreaker, survivor, nutcase

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Queen Elizabeth Taylor

She’s STILL big. It’s the pictures that got small.

You know, that woman may or may not be batshit insane but, given the fact that she literally cannot remember a time when she wasn’t world-famous, and given that she has earned her own way to her place in history, it’s hard to begrudge the old bat her jewels, her antics, her men, her millions, or her attitude. Of course she’s on a star trip: she’s THE star! She is, and always has been, Elizabeth Fucking Taylor.

Which reminds me of something Katherine Hepburn said about … was it Ruth Gordon?…

“Of course the bitch is good in closeups. She invented them!”

Cat Crocker

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I’m pretty much over the LolCats, but this one is worth posting. Anything that makes fun of Chris Crocker is a thing after my own heart.

Leave Britney Alone!

Celebrity Mugshot Slideshow

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A boring title, I know, but this video is laugh-a-minute, at least: it is if you’re as malevolently Schaedenfreudeyan as I!

via turtlebutt, and cross-posted to Ayyyy!

guns don’t kill people

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Guns don’t kill people

from the WOW report, which I found by doing my daily slog in the salt mines, during which I admire my manicure and listen to loud music and eat snack foods and drink refreshing beverages and get paid to read gossip blogs.

It’s a brutal job, but somebody’s got to do it.

my dream house: the floorplan

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It should be Lambos, not Ferraris, but otherwise this sounds pretty good. The only problem is, it seems to give everyone pretty much the same result.

From Nag on the Lake, via Mastercowfish.

Your home is a

Rough Muse’s Mansion

Your kitchen is only used when the weather won’t permit barbecuing. There’s a pantry stocked with beef jerky. Oh, and deer jerky. Your master bedroom has a bedside table with a pad for writing down late-night inspirations. Your study has a locked plexiglass gun case filled with stuff that would make the A-Team jealous. And Al Qaeda. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.Your home also includes a gallery of your favorite works — the originals, of course. Your guests enjoy your animatronic replica of the cantina at Mos Eisley. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Find YOUR Dream House!