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free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:59 am

la vie en rose wrote:

Sharkbait wrote:

Gawd, I think my eyes are going. In that pic those eyes are bright blue. Is my monitor going mental?

a deep deep blue like the night sky with a full moon. or just before sunrise in the dessert.

Then it must be MY monitor (cheap-ass state equipment!) that is going mental....

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:02 am

I might be seeing things. Embarassed

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:03 am

carekate wrote:

Then it must be MY monitor (cheap-ass state equipment!) that is going mental....

yup! i hate to think what colours your lip balms are if you're going by swatches people send you in an email Wink

(she ducks)

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:14 am

For those who wonder why Angelina won’t cut her dad, Jon Voight, some slack and let him back into her life so he can meet his grandchildren (even though he doesn’t even know their names – last summer, on a red carpet somewhere, Voight gave a shout out to his grandkids “Shiloh, Maddox, and ‘Shakira’!!”) she gives us some insight into her decision here:
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JOLIE WORRIED ABOUT TRUST ISSUES
ANGELINA JOLIE finds it hard to trust anyone, after her estranged father JON VOIGHT said she had "serious mental problems" on a US TV show.

Jolie and Voight stopped talking in 2002, soon after the actress adopted Cambodian orphan MADDOX with her then-husband BILLY BOB THORNTON.

In 2003, Jolie told US newswoman BARBARA WALTERS, "The most difficult thing is, in him doing that, it could have affected my relationship with my child. They could have decided he's right, she's crazy, let's remove that child from her custody, and that's unforgivable."

Speaking to the January (07) issue of Vogue magazine, Jolie says Voight's behaviour has made it difficult for her to trust people.

She says, "I don't trust anyone... and I don't think that's good."

Source: ContactMusic

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I can understand where she’s coming from because I also have serious trust issues, as well. And guess who is at the root of them? Yep, *my* daddy dearest!

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:15 am

la vie en rose wrote:

carekate wrote:

Then it must be MY monitor (cheap-ass state equipment!) that is going mental....

yup! i hate to think what colours your lip balms are if you're going by swatches people send you in an email Wink

(she ducks)

That's why I'm making them SNAIL-mail the swatches to me!! I can't even go by the online swatches at Sephora or the MAC websites.... Confused

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 5:56 am

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BECKHAM: 'I'M NOT REALLY MISERABLE'

VICTORIA BECKHAM can understand why the British public are so fascinated by her - because she always looks so miserable. The former SPICE GIRL admits she encourages attention by appearing so down in the mouth all the time - but she insists she's not really an unhappy person. Beckham says, "I blame it on the fact that people are intrigued by the miserable-looking cow they see in the papers. I think people have an impression that I am one way, and in actual fact I'm not really like that at all." 13/12/2006 08:00

Source: http://www.contactmusic.com/news.nsf/article/beckham%20im%20not%20really%20miserable_1016384

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Ah, now I get it: It’s all a carefully contrived facade to ensure that the paparazzi don’t lose interest in taking her photo in the vain hope that one day they will be able to capture her on celluloid actually cracking a smile. I mean, if the paps lost interest, what would happen to the Brand Beckham plan for world domination? (Fading as fast as Day-vid's soccer career, perhaps?! Bad Grin

)

Thanks for clearly that up, Vickie! Rolling Eyes

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:49 am

carekate wrote:

What I want to know is where Shiloh got those huge chocolate brown eyes?! I thought Angie was blue-green eyed and Brad had baby blues, too....

I thought they looked blue! She is quite a beautiful baby. I was awed!

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:05 am

la vie en rose wrote:

carekate wrote:

Then it must be MY monitor (cheap-ass state equipment!) that is going mental....

yup! i hate to think what colours your lip balms are if you're going by swatches people send you in an email Wink

(she ducks)

Buwahahaha.

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 11:00 am

ellyp wrote:

carekate wrote:

What I want to know is where Shiloh got those huge chocolate brown eyes?! I thought Angie was blue-green eyed and Brad had baby blues, too....

I thought they looked blue!

It must definitely be my monitor, then.... (is there an emoticon for "disgust"?)

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 11:40 am

carekate wrote:

Maybe that other website already posted (Perez Hilton's site is blocked at my work) all of pix of the Brangelina clan in Cambodia from the new issue of Hello magazine (UK edition), but if not you can see them at this link: http://socialitelife.com/2006/12/12/shiloh_does_cambodia.php

What I want to know is where Shiloh got those huge chocolate brown eyes?! I thought Angie was blue-green eyed and Brad had baby blues, too....

Oh some of you couldn't see the perezhilton phtos from Hello I posted yesterday?

Why do they block that site and not ASL? B/c perez is the most obvious celeb blog and it interferes with your production or something?

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 2:16 pm

Have y’all read this article on Scientology? It’s fugging hiliarious!

Scamalot
Could the Church of Scientology be the best show on Broadway?

Radar Magazine/November 16, 2006
By Scott Jacobson

Every day, swarms of fanny-packed tourists wander New York's Times Square in search of the elusive theatrical bargain. Some of them wind up with partially obstructed views of Mamma Mia; others go for the discount nosebleed section at Stepping Out. Inevitably, they will all come to ask themselves the same question: Why has God forsaken me?

With just four hours, $30, and lives lacking in meaning, we're ready to immerse ourselves in the razzle-dazzlingest religion of them allOne's entertainment dollar doesn't go quite so far as it used to on the Great White Way, even if you shell out $100 or more for full-price tickets. Let's face it, even Wicked is a disappointment, no matter how long your fellow audience members might stand for the obligatory ovation. But we're going to let you in on a little secret: The best show on Broadway is absolutely free, and it's never sold out. It's called the Church of Scientology.

As befits a religion with so much star power, Scientology's acolytes have turned proselytizing into a performance art. And with its neoclassical columns and glass-and-marble facade, the Church's Times Square headquarters is a gleaming monument to the magic of theater. You'll probably love the production so much that you'll want to donate the suggested $30 for must-have souvenirs when it's over, but there's no pressure.

On assignment for Radar, I embark on a scouting expedition to the center with my friend Brian, an illustrator. In an entertainment district boasting not only Altar Boys and Jersey Boys but also Naked Boys Singing, we have serious doubts about a show without boys in the title. But we keep a positive attitude. With just four hours, $30, and, as we soon learn, lives lacking in meaning, value, and basically anything at all except animalistic selfishness, we're ready to immerse ourselves in the razzle-dazzlingest religion of them all.

You deck yourself out for a night at the opera. You doll yourself up for a big dinner date. And when visiting the Scientology center, you dress like someone with a void to fill—an abiding sadness that metastasizes with each night spent alone, watching TV, dropping Chinese food on yourself, trolling the Internet for free ------------, and wishing for something, anything to fill the vast, whistling emptiness. I choose a Gap polo shirt tucked into khakis. Brian wears a Philadelphia Eagles cap and cargo shorts.

"Hubbard uses jargon like David Mamet uses curse words, only instead of bull sessions between losers at a pawn shop, he crafted a system for losers to base their lives around"
We walk in and meet Jimmy, a plainspoken New York City native who will be our leering Alan Cumming emcee in the cabaret of weirdness that follows. He isn't at all like you'd expect. But that you'd expect anything in the first place is, in Jimmy's opinion, a pain in the ass.

"A lot of people who come in here off the street are your know-it-all phony intellectuals," he says, pegging me without even trying. "They don't come in with open minds."

Jimmy is likable. He wears a button-down tucked loosely into Dockers and talks with the wiry intensity of Midnight Cowboy's Ratso Rizzo. He tells us how Scientology has helped him deal with his girlfriend's constant chatter. His expression for a large amount of something is "pantsload," as in, "Hubbard got his start writing detective stories and such, and I'll tell you, he made a pantsload of cash."

Jimmy leads us to the Spartan screening room where we watch a 15-minute video introduction to Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health, L. Ron Hubbard's unifying theory of the human mind and an unparalleled masterwork of yanked-from-the-ass lingo. Hubbard uses jargon like David Mamet uses curse words, only instead of bull sessions between losers at a pawn shop, he crafted a system for losers to base their lives around. Some religions require a big leap of faith, Scientology asks for lots of small leaps to the glossary.

Abandoned by Jimmy in a darkened room (after he informs us that what we're about to see is "a little dramatic" and we'll have to "suspend our disbelief"), Brian and I absorb the mellow aperitif that is the Dianetics primer reel. First, we learn that the mind comes in two parts: analytical and reactive. Then, in well-produced vignettes starring tomorrow's Travoltas and Cruises, we witness nice people suffering awful traumas (car wrecks, illness, getting beaned with a baseball). We're informed that even when they're not fully conscious (while they're being loaded into an ambulance, say) their reactive mind™ dumps every ambient scent, sound and image into deep storage.

At one point, an accident victim is out cold while an EMT talks to another about breaking up with his girlfriend.

"You know, I just didn't want to find out later that I'm stuck in a long-term relationship," he says.

Later, the same victim has recovered and is driving with his own girlfriend. The car skids and sense memories of the accident come flooding back, including what he overheard about the EMT's dating woes. Suddenly the victim associates his girlfriend with the grisly aftermath of an auto collision. This gets him thinking.

"I just don't want to find out later that I'm stuck in a long-term relationship," he tells the baffled girl.

Have you seen the David Cronenberg movie where people want to have sex with car crash wounds? This scene is kind of like that, if the film were to be re-imagined by the producers of Yes, Dear. After taking it in, I'm not entirely convinced that these painful sense memories called engrams are the root cause of all human misery. But it's definitely clear that break-ups would be easier if you could say, "It's not you, it's that you remind me of twisted, gore-draped steel and the scent of blood dripping into a flaming gas puddle. We should still hang out, though."

The lights click on. Brian and I catch our breath. It was an edge-of-your-seat conversion experience. We stagger out of the screening room to be shepherded again by Jimmy. My reactive mind™ records a sense memory of his Aqua Velva. He leads us down a hallway lined with video screens, text-crammed posters, and an incredible amount of books. Admission to the Center is free, but do your analytical mind a favor and pony up a suggested $30 or so for what Scientologists call "source materials." I clutch paperback copies of Dianetics, Scientology: A New Slant On Life, and Scientology: The Fundamentals of Thought while Jimmy turns our attention to a wall monitor.

"Remember, it's dramatic, it's propaganda, but bottom line is this stuff works."
He plays a video of testimonials from actual Scientologists, not actors (although in any random sampling of Scientologists, you're bound to find at least seventeen actors). A woman says Scientology made her cancer go away. A guy who lived for years with no sense of smell reports that, after submitting to the engram™-scrubbing process known as auditing, his nose was as good as new. Several people credit Scientology as a life saver and nearly everyone speaks in tones that say, "I don't wanna use the word 'miracle,' but..."

The next stop on our victory tour is the stress test, conducted with a junky, plastic, hobby-science device called an E-meter. Not having Wikipedia on hand, I ask Jimmy what an E-meter™ does and how it works.

"Basically it reads your thoughts," he says.

Fair enough. Jimmy instructs me to hold the cups loosely and think about someone in my life to whom I have a strong emotional reaction. I think about a close friend. The needle doesn't budge.

"Okay, now think about someone else. Same deal."

I think about my mother. Still no reaction from the needle.

"Are you thinking?" The needle surges. "Oh! What was that? Just now?"

I try to remember. My best guess: the spike happened around the time my thoughts about mom were trailing off. Maybe my emotional response was so powerful that it left some kind of ectoplasmic turbulence in its wake. Or maybe I accidentally squeezed the cups.

But there's no time to contemplate. We're already being prepped for our next task, the Oxford Capacity Analysis (which, you may have guessed, has absolutely nothing to do with the university). In the dramatic triangle of our afternoon, the OCA is the probing, uncomfortable tip. We settle in for a rousing third act.

Brian and I are made to sit at desks in a cubby. Jimmy tells us the OCA is a standard personality test, not a Scientology thing (I discover later that it was not only devised by a Scientologist but a close friend of Hubbard's, in 1959). It's comprised of 200 questions, each of which can be answered positively, negatively, or not at all. I've taken tests like this before. I once worked as a Wal-Mart cashier, and before they hired me they asked, among other things, whether I'd go to the cops or my manager if I saw a crime committed in the store. I answered incorrectly then (I didn't trust my manager to bring a roll of quarters when I needed it, let alone handle a crime scene), and I have a feeling I'm not doing any better on the OCA.

We finish and hand off our exams to a new handler named Terry, who is trained in OCA scoring and interpretation. Terry is the antithesis of Jimmy; where Jimmy had earthy, Runyonesque charm, Terry has the silver scratch-off congeniality of a parolee who just wishes you'd make fun of his Burger King uniform. He leads us purposefully up the stairs to what he calls the "VIP room" (just across from the well-stocked Scientology snack bar) and sits me down at a small table. Terry looks me dead in the eye through his off-the-Walgreens-display reading glasses. His expression would be familiar to anyone who's sat across from a doctor and been told they're dying from a flesh-rotting genital parasite. My reactive mind™ braces itself for disaster.

"Walk out and never mention Scientology again, you are perfectly free to do so. You can also dive off a bridge or blow your brains out"
The results aren't good. Terry shows me a graph with a few peaks and valleys, but mostly valleys. It indicates that I am deeply depressed. I'm also unstable, nervous, uncertain, irresponsible enough to leave an infant on the roof of my car, and so withdrawn that leaving an infant on the roof of my car is probably the closest I will ever come to connecting with another human being. On the plus side, I seem to be a go-getter, but as Terry points out, test results in that category were inconclusive.

Brian fares even worse. Terry interprets his results this way: "You'll find yourself at age 50 with no teeth left in your mouth because you've gotten in so many fights, and no friends left except people who hate themselves as much as you hate yourself."

------------ Christ. Thankfully, in both our cases, Scientology can help.

After stumbling separately out of the VIP room, Brian and I realize that we've been at the Scientology center for nearly three and a half hours. We've already gotten serious bang for our entertainment buck. But there's still one more stop left on our itinerary: Orientation.

If you see just one piece of Scientology propaganda this year (a category that includes Vanilla Sky and Paul Haggis's Crash), make it Orientation. There is no better encapsulation of what the religion purports to be, and what it actually is. You can walk into almost any Scientology center in the country and ask to see it (it's also posted periodically on the Web, but the Church doesn't let it stay up for long). Not seeing it is like turning down a ticket to see the Rolling Stones play your own basement, more or less. If you think it's base to intrude on someone else's space for your own glib amusement, remember that Hubbard's missionary strategy relies heavily on co-opting celebrities to penetrate the mainstream consciousness. He's been sneaking into your living room for years. No harm in pulling up a chair in his.

Much of Orientation defies description. (Besides, I really do want you to see it.) But its climax is stunning. The host, a stiff-haired automaton shuffling from room to room in a typical Scientology "org" to interview various Church officials, ends his journey with a direct appeal to the viewer. At first the camera keeps a nice, comfortable distance. Then the host picks up steam, and we ease in closer and closer until we're right up in his face.

"Right this instant, you are at the threshold of your next trillion years," he intones. "You will live it in shivering agonized darkness, or you will live it triumphantly in the light; the choice is yours, not ours."

The camera moves in so close that we now appear to be inside the host's nostril.

"If you leave this room after seeing this film, and walk out and never mention Scientology again, you are perfectly free to do so. It would be stupid, but you can do it. You can also dive off a bridge or blow your brains out. That is your choice."

Evil Ron Popeil finishes his pitch and steps aside to reveal a huge, ornate doorway. The doors open and a supernova of white light spills out, along with a single, towering, monolithic word: "HELLO."

Brian and I slip out of the screening room and escape onto 46th Street. Two guys, rotten to the core, irredeemable except through thousands of dollars in intensive, Church-monitored auditing™. We have a choice to make: Shiver in agonized darkness? Leap off a bridge? Blow our brains out?

We go for burritos.

On our way, we pass a crowd of bewildered theatergoers spilling out of the Lion King. Suckers.

Source: http://www.rickross.com/reference/scientology/history/history112.html

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:06 pm

Wow...I'm speechless. Shock

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:15 pm

I see Ms. jolie will be on Larry King on Monday night (with Matt Damon and Bobbie DN) promoting The Good Shephard. But of course, there are inevitable questions about Brapi (what the the Japanese call her squeeze for those who need translation) and those pesky photogs.

free skin care · Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:08 pm

PocoLoco wrote:

Wow...I'm speechless. Shock

2nd. *scratches head*

free skin care · Thu Dec 14, 2006 5:01 am

It looks like Brangelina also give the rights of those exclusive family photos to People magazine as well, as they appear on the cover of the issue that goes on sale Friday and here’s an excerpt from the article:

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Angelina Jolie Talks About Life, Love and Family
In an exclusive interview in the new issue of PEOPLE, Angelina Jolie talks about her brood with Brad Pitt – and admits she's "the disciplinarian" of the family.

Jolie, 31, says that she and Pitt, 43, have different parenting styles when it comes to Maddox, 5; Zahara, who turns 2 on Jan. 8; and Shiloh, 7 months: "I am the disciplinarian," she says. "Brad can be, but if Z doesn't get the bottle from me, she'll very quickly run to Daddy."

Asked which of the three kids rules the Jolie-Pitt roost, she says, "I bet if you asked Brad, he'd say Zahara. Mad is very smart, but he's got a certain sense of calm. Zahara is possibly the funniest person I've ever met in my life. So dramatic and creative and loud and charming. She's definitely the biggest personality in the house."

As parents, what makes them most proud? "Somebody said to us recently that they were happy kids, and we talked about how much that meant to us to hear. And they're good kids. God knows how we managed to do that – but they're good kids."

Jolie admits that their humanitarian and film work creates a somewhat nomadic existence for their family. "It's hard, and maybe one day we'll have to stay in one place," she says. "I'm sure (the kids are) going to be 18 and say, 'God, I just want to stay in one place.' They'll never want to leave home!"

But for now, they're not slowing down. On Wednesday, after the prosecutor of the International Criminal Court announced plans to indict suspects for atrocities in Darfur, Jolie released a statement urging Americans to support the effort: "The Prosecutor is offering justice."

And through the couple's work with organizations such as the Cambodian Health Committee and Global Action for Children, they're working to create in their children a sense of pride in their homelands: Cambodia for Maddox; Ethiopia for Zahara.

On a recent visit to Cambodia, where the couple are sponsoring a relief project in Maddox's name, "He recognized himself in the people," Jolie says of her son. "Which is a wonderful thing."

People magazine

source: http://www.wutheringjolie.com/nuke/modules.php?name=ForumNews&id=4752

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I think I've made it pretty clear already that I am firmly on the side of Team Jolie, and I've got to confess that this woman completely disarms me! I wanna be like Angelina when I grow up (and I don't just mean have her gorgeous "pillow lips" either!)....

free skin care · Thu Dec 14, 2006 5:24 am

Jen & Fe-Ex???
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no, no, no, NO! I'm not a huge Jennifer Aniston fan or anything, by any means, but this is just so incredibly wrong on so many levels if it is in fact true, which I hope to God it's not. Ohnotheydidnt appropriately reports:

After hanging out with former 'Friends' costars, Jen made for Club Citrus with some gal pals for some laughs and what became a few too many Limoncello's.

Jen was first introduced to the high-octane cocktail in Italy by the same guy that sent his pal Danny DeVito to be on "The View" while he was in a state of mild delirium.

And what other newly exed celeb happened to be in the same place, slamming a Colt 45 while wearing a too-large-for-his-frame velour sweatsuit? None other than FedEx and his posse, all of whom went nuts when they saw Jen.

My sources tell me they spent the rest of the night in a private area, making fun of their exes. When the lights of the club finally came on, the two were seen escaping into the shadows through a back door.

Unless I find out that Jennifer was either A) smoking crack for the first time, prior to this encounter or B) in a traveling sensory deprivation chamber all night, I am not going to accept an excuse for this kind of behavior on her part. It's like imagining a poodle having sex with a dirty house slipper it found in the dumpster outside that sort of, in the right light, could resemble a mangy mutt--if the poodle were also drunk at the time and/or blind.

Source: http://socialitelife.com/2006/12/13/jen_if_this_is_true_tell_me_you_brownbagged_that_shit.php

free skin care · Thu Dec 14, 2006 7:26 am

Golden Globe nominations:

Drama Actor
Patrick Dempsey, GREY'S ANATOMY
Michael C. Hall, DEXTER
Hugh Laurie, HOUSE
Bill Paxton, BIG LOVE
Kiefer Sutherland, 24

Comedy Actor
Alec Baldwin, 30 ROCK
Zach Braff, SCRUBS
Steve Carell, THE OFFICE
Tony Shalhoub, MONK
Jason Lee, MY NAME IS EARL

Drama Actress
Patricia Arquette, MEDIUM
Edie Falco, THE SOPRANOS
Evangeline Lilly, LOST
Ellen Pompeo, GREY's ANATOMY
Kyra Sedgwick, THE CLOSER

Comedy Actress
Marcia Cross, DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES
AmericaFerrara, UGLY BETTY
Felicity Huffman, HOUSEWIVES
Julia Louis Dreyfus, OLD CHRISTINE
Mary-Louise Parker, WEEDS

Drama
24
BIG LOVE
GREY's ANATOMY
HEROES
LOST

Comedy
DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES
ENTOURAGE
THE OFFICE
UGLY BETTY
WEEDS

Mini-Series or TV Movie: Prime Suspect. Broken Trail. Elizabeth I. Bleak House.

Best Actor - TV (Mini-Series or TV Movie): Matthew Perry - The Ron Clarke Story. Ben Kingsley - Bill Nighy - Robert Duvall - Michael Ealy - Sleeper Cell.

Best Actress - TV (Mini-Series or TV Movie): Gillian Anderson - Bleak House. Helen Mirren - Elizabeth I. Helen Mirren - Prime Suspect: The Final Act. Sophie Okonedo - Tsunami. Annette Bening - Mrs Harris.

Best Supporting Actor
Thomas Hayden Church - Broken Trail
Jeremy Irons - Elizabeth I
Justin Kirk
Jeremy Piven - Entourage
Masi Oka - Heroes.

Best Supporting Actress - TV: Emily Blunt - Gideon's Daughter. Toni Collette - Tsunami. Katharine Heigl - Grey's Anatomy. Elizabeth Perkins - Weeds. Sarah

Drama Picture
BABEL
BOBBY
THE DEPARTED
LITTLE CHILDREN
THE QUEEN

Drama Actor
Leonardo DiCaprio - BLOOD DIAMOND
Leonardo DiCaprio - THE DEPARTED
Peter O'Toole - VENUS
Will Smith - THE PURSUIT OF HAPPYNESS
Forest Whitaker - THE LAST KING OF SCOTLAND

Drama Actress
Penelope Cruz - VOLVER
Judi Dench - NOTES ON A SCANDAL
Maggie Gyllenhaal - SHERRYBABY
Helen Mirren - THE QUEEN
Kate Winslet - LITTLE CHILDREN

Comedy/Musical
BORAT
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
DREAMGIRLS
LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE
THANK YOU FOR SMOKING

Comedy/Musical Actor
Sacha Baron Cohen - BORAT
Johnny Depp - PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MAN'S CHEST
Aaron Eckhart - THANK YOU FOR SMOKING
Chiwetel Eiowfor - KINKY BOOTS
Will Ferrell - STRANGER THAN FICTION

Comedy/Musical Actress
Annette Bening - RUNNING WITH SCISSORS
Toni Collette - LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE
Beyonce Knowles - DREAMGIRLS
Meryl Streep - THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
Renee Zellweger - MISS POTTER

Supporting Actor
Ben Affleck - HOLLYWOODLAND
Eddie Murphy - DREAMGIRLS
Jack Nicholson - THE DEPARTED
Brad Pitt - BABEL
Mark Wahlberg - THE DEPARTED

Supporting Actress
Adriana Barraza - BABEL
Cate Blanchett - NOTES ON A SCANDAL
Emily Blunt - THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
Jennifer Hudson - DREAMGIRLS
Rinko Kikuchi - BABEL

Director
Clint Eastwood - FLAGS OF OUR FATHERS
Clint Eastwood - LETTERS FROM IWO JIMA
Stephen Frears - THE QUEEN
Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu - BABEL
Martin Scorsese - THE DEPARTED

Foreign Film
APOCALYPTO
LETTERS FROM IWO JIMA
THE LIVES OF OTHERS
PAN'S LABYRINTH
VOLVER

free skin care · Thu Dec 14, 2006 1:46 pm

carekate wrote:

Jen & Fe-Ex???
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no, no, no, NO! I'm not a huge Jennifer Aniston fan or anything, by any means, but this is just so incredibly wrong on so many levels if it is in fact true, which I hope to God it's not. Ohnotheydidnt appropriately reports:

After hanging out with former 'Friends' costars, Jen made for Club Citrus with some gal pals for some laughs and what became a few too many Limoncello's.

Jen was first introduced to the high-octane cocktail in Italy by the same guy that sent his pal Danny DeVito to be on "The View" while he was in a state of mild delirium.

And what other newly exed celeb happened to be in the same place, slamming a Colt 45 while wearing a too-large-for-his-frame velour sweatsuit? None other than FedEx and his posse, all of whom went nuts when they saw Jen.

My sources tell me they spent the rest of the night in a private area, making fun of their exes. When the lights of the club finally came on, the two were seen escaping into the shadows through a back door.

Unless I find out that Jennifer was either A) smoking crack for the first time, prior to this encounter or B) in a traveling sensory deprivation chamber all night, I am not going to accept an excuse for this kind of behavior on her part. It's like imagining a poodle having sex with a dirty house slipper it found in the dumpster outside that sort of, in the right light, could resemble a mangy mutt--if the poodle were also drunk at the time and/or blind.

Source: http://socialitelife.com/2006/12/13/jen_if_this_is_true_tell_me_you_brownbagged_that_shit.php

I just can't believe it. Yuck. Hope it's not true.

free skin care · Thu Dec 14, 2006 1:55 pm

c4ward wrote:

carekate wrote:

Jen & Fe-Ex???
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My sources tell me they spent the rest of the night in a private area, making fun of their exes. When the lights of the club finally came on, the two were seen escaping into the shadows through a back door.

Unless I find out that Jennifer was either A) smoking crack for the first time, prior to this encounter or B) in a traveling sensory deprivation chamber all night, I am not going to accept an excuse for this kind of behavior on her part. It's like imagining a poodle having sex with a dirty house slipper it found in the dumpster outside that sort of, in the right light, could resemble a mangy mutt--if the poodle were also drunk at the time and/or blind.

Source: http://socialitelife.com/2006/12/13/jen_if_this_is_true_tell_me_you_brownbagged_that_shit.php

I just can't believe it. Yuck. Hope it's not true.

Me too! I mean, I think Jennifer Aniston isn't too bad. But if she stoops down to K.Fed's level, I will never have any respect for her again. Like CareKate said, she better have been on crack or something to have done that!!!

free skin care · Fri Dec 15, 2006 4:26 am

Okay, I realize this is going to sound catty, given that I’ve already expressed my allegiance to Brangelina, but I read the description on one of the gossip blogs and I couldn’t believe I never realized it for myself before:

Does anyone else think that Jennifer Aniston bears a striking resemblance to a younger Dustin Hoffman? Think of him in “Tootsie,” and now tell me if you don’t think “she” and Jen could be sisters?!

Wow, that really DOES sound catty! But in my defense I would like to point out that I am one of those that never particularly understood the attraction of JA in the first place...ESPECIALLY when I read her described as “one of the world’s most beautiful woman.” She’s not ugly but that’s about as charitable as I can be.

Forgive me if that assessment offends anyone, but...celebrity gossip is supposed to be all about the snark anyway!

free skin care · Fri Dec 15, 2006 8:01 am

Jennifer Aniston is very "girl next door" IMO. That is what makes her so popular but I think people are getting carried away if they think she is one of the most beautiful people in the world. There are women that live in my town, women on this site who are as attractive or more so than her, ESPECIALLY if they had personal stylists/make-up artists/trainers, etc. We could ALL look as hot as any Hollywood celeb with those advantages.

free skin care · Fri Dec 15, 2006 8:13 am

carekate wrote:

Wow, that really DOES sound catty! But in my defense I would like to point out that I am one of those that never particularly understood the attraction of JA in the first place...ESPECIALLY when I read her described as “one of the world’s most beautiful woman.” She’s not ugly but that’s about as charitable as I can be.

This reminds me of the time the media was all over Gwenyth (sp?) Paltrow...everyone was raving about how beautiful she was, and this and that, but IMO I don't think she's all that great, but then again she was one of Brad's girls for awhile too, so thats probably how she got placed in the most beautiful woman in the world category. Confused

free skin care · Fri Dec 15, 2006 10:33 am

carekate wrote:

I would like to point out that I am one of those that never particularly understood the attraction of JA in the first place...ESPECIALLY when I read her described as “one of the world’s most beautiful woman.” She’s not ugly but that’s about as charitable as I can be.

hahahaha ... I couldn't agree with you more. I just don't understand why everyone raves how "beautiful" she is. She's uh, skinny, she's uh, got nice hair, she's uh, skinny.

Okay - THIS is catty - my hair stylist and I *love* to "review" JA photos. We totally think she looks like a man and needs to get her chin shaved.

There was one magazine cover with JA all glammed up and on the other side was AJ with no makeup. The cover said something about JA looking hot. My hubby and I were like "uhm, no ... even without makeup, dirty, standing in filthy water ... Angelina looked 1000 times better than Jennifer "glammed" up!"

Brad went from someone I consider the least attractive female in hollywood, to the most gorgeous woman ever alive. But then again, just to show he isn't a narcissist, he used to date Juliette Lewis ...

free skin care · Fri Dec 15, 2006 10:35 am

moosette wrote:

This reminds me of the time the media was all over Gwenyth (sp?) Paltrow...

I think of Gwenyth as elegant.

free skin care · Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:15 am

Rjez wrote:

moosette wrote:

This reminds me of the time the media was all over Gwenyth (sp?) Paltrow...

I think of Gwenyth as elegant.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!

ETA: her mother *is* elegant!

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