Last night's episode of Americans for Change: The Ryan Seacrest Story sent us back in time and over to Detroit. Yes, it was that most dreaded of theme weeks, "Motown Week," when all the contestants, some of whose parents weren't even born during the Motown boom, bop around the stage singing some of karaoke's finest.
Hey look! It's Bigfoot! No it's not. It's obviously some dude in a gorilla suit. But, nice try, Thomas Bryers of North Carolina.
It's natural to panic when a tornado forms over your yard. That said, this guy's freak out takes things a tad over the top.
The news this morning from delightfully nuts Rep. Michele Bachmann's part of the world is that she'll form an presidential exploratory committee by June! That's according to, uh, one anonymous source "close to the congresswoman," at CNN.com. Let's hope that it's true, and that the anonymous source is just Bachmann herself wearing a Richard Nixon mask and speaking through fan blades.
Chris Brown apologizes for breaking GMA's window. Whoopi Goldberg confesses she was high when she won her Oscar. Ashley Greene's post-Jonas rumspringa continues. And Westboro Baptist Church plans to protest at Liz Taylor's funeral. Thursday gossip has regrets.
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Is it Wednesday already? My how time flies for the Queen of Weave and her loyal subjects. Oh let's begin, shall we.
Facebook already uses pretty much everything you put on your profile to direct ads at you. But they aren't targeted to your words at the very second you type them onto the Internet. But that could change with a new real-time ad targeting system, which Facebook is currently testing on about 1 percent of its users.
Meet Midnight. Born missing part of one of his hind legs and neglected by his owners, Midnight was transferred to Ranch Hand Rescue where he was given love, care, and eventually, a prosthetic leg. The results are truly amazing.
Time was that good salt-of-the-earth country folks never would get divorced. They'd just sit around, whittling and canning preserves and fantasizing about whittling down their awful spouse's dead body into tiny parts and putting those parts into jars and calling them "preserves," and fleeing to Brazil. They never would, though. They'd just think about.
Trey Parker has been in the business of writing funny songs for years: when he was 16, he recorded an album of love ballads with names like "Au Jus," "Dead Ballerina" and "You're Not Worth the Lint on My Toes."
This pop starlet's record label said she better get her sales up, or they'll release naked pictures from her younger days. This actor puke all over the set of the photo shoot. No one took pictures of that.
Carla Gugino, of Entourage and Californication fame, dropped by Chelsea Lately to promote her new film, Sucker Punch. Here, she tells a disgusted Chelsea how she spent time living in a teepee with her mother surrounded by gold-mining stoners.
Death references abound in the penultimate episode of Top Chef as the three remaining contestants prepare "last suppers" for a trio of celebrity chefs. Which two chefs survive to compete another day? And who is sent to the chopping block?
When Jay runs into Mitch and his friends, he joins them for a few absinthe-laced margaritas and gayness.
