how to make a celebrity sex tape

The hardest working man in show bizSurprisingly, you don’t have to be a celebrity to make a celebrity sex tape. You don’t even have to know a celebrity. You don’t even have to be able to pick a celebrity out of a lineup (hint: it’s the thin one with the eyeliner, the PA, and the short attention span).

There was a time when the word “celebrity” meant something. A time when you had to achieve something great in the world in order for someone to look up to you and care what you had to say. Celebrities were the kings and queens of our modern times. Nowadays, celebrity status is easy to come by. You could be the son or daughter of a rich person, you could get your nuts caught in a vise while your friend videotapes it, you could whine on a webcam or you could be a washed-up former child star. You could be anybody and be called a “celebrity.” Which brings us to the subject of this article.

When word leaked that Dustin Diamond, Screech from TV’s “Saved by the Bell,” was shopping around a “celebrity sex tape” of himself and two ladies with a penchant for shit on their upper lips, I began to question the use of the word “celebrity.”

Well exactly. In the perfectly modern, perfectly meta economy of the 21st Century you can become a celebrity by making a celebrity sex tape. Film Threat has all the how-to’s for you (via Defamer).

Best of luck on your cinematic debut, and don’t forget the little people; not everyone is Ron Jeremy, ya know!

Black humour

Che Black

from Rick Mercer‘s blog, and to which I cannot at the moment add anything (because when you turn the television off these Ontarians‘ ears become incredibly sensitive and they cannot abide typing of any nature whatsoever, not that I’m fucking bitter, of which more later).

When I saw the headline in the newspaper I swear to God I heard angels sing. “Conrad Black wants Canadian Citizenship back”. Cue the trumpets – it just doesn’t get much better than this.

Seeing that headline made me so excited I couldn’t even read the bloody thing. I picked up the paper and brought it home like it was a box of chocolates. I didn’t even glance at the first sentence until everything was perfect. The coffee was brewed, my feet were up the pillow behind my neck was just so. This was a moment to be savoured.

And it was a great moment.  As I read that story I don’t think I ever felt more Canadian, because I knew that for the first time in perhaps our nation’s entire history, everyone in Canada was on the same page. Every man woman and child in this nation was united and together. We were gloating as one.

Amen, brother. Amen.

Terry Gilliam: for the love of god watch my new movie!

GilliamWell, not in so many words.

But Gawker caught him accosting strangers on the sidewalk, imploring them to go see Tideland, his new movie.

Poor man; the only way he can get Brad to return his calls now is to pretend to be yet another of Angie‘s exotic adoptees.

On the brink of financial destruction as ever, Gilliam pleaded with the mob to go see his movie when it opens on Friday, or else it will get kicked out of theaters in a week (or less).

Give the dude credit for not giving up despite years of disappointment; plus, he’s still rocking that ratty vestigial ponytail thing.

Viggo vs Evil Elf, a trip in the wayback machine

Aragorny, eh?

Stop me if you’ve heard this one, but here’s a little something I wrote for North Country Public Radio back in 2002, when several crazy American strangers decided that nothing would make them happier than to fly me back East to meet a Danish-American movie star.

So they did.

There are so many reasons this trip is impossible. So many GOOD reasons. It IS impossible. But of course that has no bearing on the situation whatsoever; we are dealing with Americans here.

It must be pretty good; their previous record hits in a day was 700, and this went to 3500. When the hits are down, mention a Danish-American movie star, Beautiful Agony, Mango Porno, the blogs of murderous Goths, or, apparently, Foley‘s emails. Sure winners, every one. 

It could be some time before I’m back online (although, given that I’m in Ontario, it can be no more than fifteen seconds before I’m in the vicinity of yet another television with the volume up high) so this should tide you over till then. 24,000 words, if memory serves. Plus bonus photos!

website o’ the day: Celebrities Eating Dot Com

Affleck Big Mac Attack!

Oh wow, I am just speechless with how wonderful this is. Not only is it BEN AFFLECK, someone who we’ve wanted represented here at Celebrities Eating for far too long, but it’s BEN AFFLECK EATING A FUCKING BIG MAC. High five, internet. High five.

Yes, it’s just what you think it is, although perhaps allowing Nicole Richie more webspace than you’d have thought, from the look of her. Still, it’s a site about celebrities eating, not celebrities keeping food down. via Gawker.