[Update. Christian has made BAIL and may have been arrested for simply yelling really loud at his fam…)

Most people know that I have an obsession over Christian Bale. I mean, I have a thing for few Hollywood actors (a “thing” being an intense belief that the time will come when we will bump into each other in the street and realize we are soulmates), but I really, really love myself some Bale. He’s been hot ever since he was legal, has the cutest accent, is a fantastic actor, and has always seemed pretty normal and unwilling to take sh*t from anyone.

But guess what I just heard on the cab ride into work? Christian may be so used to not taking sh*t, that he didn’t take any from his mom and sister last night in London — and by ‘not taking sh*t’, I mean freaking out at his family in a hotel room.

Reports from all over are flooding in that Christian’s 61 year old mom and 40 year old sister filed a complaint against the actor yesterday, citing that he “lashed out” at them before The Dark Knight premiere across the pond. While it’s still hard to figure out what “lashed out” means, one can guess that he maybe assaulted them…somehow. Reports at 8:30AM this morning say that Bale has been arrested in connection with the complaint.

I wasn’t there, and the info is scarce, so it’s really hard to tell how concerned to be about all this — but to ask the police to arrest your own family member? His mom and sister were either really afraid of him, or really don’t get along with him at all.

The tabloids are calling it “The Batman Curse”, and lumping it in with the death of a crew member last year on the film, as well as the death of Heath Ledger last January. I just call it a damn shame.

Say it ain’t so, Christian, say it ain’t so.

In the late eighties, Barenaked Ladies frontman Steven Page promised (in song no less) that he’d buy me and every other lady ever lots of frivolous and unnecessary items like a llama, Art Garfunkel and a monkey.

Looks like he forgot all about the little ditty that made his band famous and spent the money buying a ton of cocaine and marijuana. Page was arrested in New York last week for possession of a controlled substance.

The best part? When the cops showed up, Page and his female friend tried to hide the mound of coke under a napkin. I can’t believe that didn’t work! That’s how I hid a quarter pound of parmesan cheese when I spilled it at Pizza Hut 10-years ago. I guess the Syracuse PD are a little more thorough than the hapless staff at my local “Italian bistro.”

The news of this arrest is disappointing but not exactly surprising. Despite putting out a very good last effort and a popular kids album, Barenaked Ladies have been trying to run away from irrelevancy since “Pinch Me.” It looks like it finally caught up to them. Read More »

Which is worse:

Is all of the above an option?

[Photo courtesy of people.com]

You know those mornings. The ones when you and your girlfriends gather from your various places of shacking over lots of water and ibuprofen to remind each other of the hilarity that went down the night before. Amid all of the laughter (and reviewing of pictures….to jog your memory), you suddenly realize just what happened: the worst thing ever. And it was horrible. And it may or may not have been one of these:

5. A lost wallet and/or clutch. This is particularly disturbing because it is usually the first thing that hits you in the morning, well before you’ve had any time to nurse the hangover you earned. It feels very similar to being on a deserted island that smells strongly of vodka and lime. You are cell-less, cutting off contact with the outside world. With credit card whereabouts unknown and no proof of identity, you are left defenseless against fraud. If you are underage, there is the heavy burden of finding a new fake i.d. The brand new lip gloss and powder from MAC that you inevitably JUST bought are gone forever. Worst of all, your dear, loyal, and perfectly fashionable clutch will never be wedged into your armpit for pictures or table dancing ever again. R.I.P. Limited edition Coach Python and Boucle clutch. You will be missed.

4. The guy you went home with. Okay, last night this guy was h-o-t! He was witty and charming and so attentive to your needs; not once did he let you have an empty glass! Whether you met him at the pre-party, the bar, or on the way home (never a good sign), this dude – who seemed like a great idea at the time – is now nothing more than a big (or worse, tiny) mistake. Often, this error in judgment will use trickery and promises of rides on his family’s yacht to get you home with him, but come morning all he can offer is a ride home…if you’re lucky. High-tail it out of there and head to the nearest health clinic to make sure all he has given you is a bad memory. Read More »

Lindsay Lohan needs help. Real help. Now.

Early this morning, Lohan was busted, yet again, for driving under the influence. The twice rehabbed star had a BAC that was between .12 and .13 and was driving with a suspended license.

Apparently, cops were alerted when Lohan’s white Denali was spotted chasing an Escalade (Samantha Ronson, anyone?) down the highway.

Oh and once Lohan was caught? Cocaine was found in her possession as well! Cops found the stuff in her pants pocket once they took her in and booked her. Now, it looks like she’s free on bail — $25,000 — and now all she has left to do is wait. And freak the hell out.

LiLo’s career going down the tubes has always been kind of a joke lately, but its pretty much a certainty now, no? Read More »