In this month's Interview magazine, Justin Timberlake interviews Amanda Seyfried by phone. Compared to previous Interview kiss-fests—like Kidman fluffing Cotillard or Kanye humping Rihanna's leg—it was pretty tame. Until, in the middle of a conversation about Gary Oldman and apropos nothing, Seyfried blurted this:

Basketball games are among the best places for spotting celebrities in the wild. Since the famous folk frequent court side seats, the view is often unobstructed; the lighting is good; cameras are welcome; and, due to the magic of assigned seating, they often end up interacting with unexpected members of their flock. Case in point: At last night's NBA All-Stars game, Justin Bieber sat next to Rihanna.

It was only a year ago that mini blog mogul Dan Abrams and Men's Health editor and serial plagiarist Dave Zinczenko signed on as investors in The Lion, a new downtown Manhattan "hot spot" that aspired to be the next Waverly Inn: a place where media people and minor celebrities go to hang out, and brag about it the next day. How's that going?

Howard Stern just showed the right way to be a celebrity on Twitter: He live-tweeted a 4pm airing of his 1997 movie Private Parts on HBO this afternoon, offering running behind-the-scenes commentary and explaining the real events that served as the basis for some of the scenes. It was cool!

78-year-old Elizabeth Taylor was hospitalized in the past few days in LA for congestive heart failure, which she's suffered from for years.

If you're anything like me, you're much more excited to watch the obscenely-expensive commercial breaks tonight than to discover which team brings home the big title (it's the Packers vs. Steelers this year, right?)

Charlie Sheen threw a party at his home last night. It ended this morning when he headed off to the hospital complaining of abdominal pain. Partying with five women at once is only for the healthiest of men, clearly.

Unsurprisingly, as she is the world's most perfect person, Gwyneth Paltrow really gets how hard it is to be a working parent. Luckily she's decided to document a typical mothering day in her newsletter Goop, for our benefit.

If a normal person finds a normal person's dead body on the side of the road in Los Angeles, that's a blurb in the police blotter. But if Peter Fonda finds a dead body, that's a TMZ post.

According to a new study by Advertising Age, celebrity endorsements are surprisingly ineffective compared to non-celebrity advertising. In fact one-fifth of celebrity ads hurt advertising effectiveness. Celebrities will have to start liking things for free like the rest of us.

What's Bill Murray up to these days? Apparently just dropping into the private karaoke rooms of total strangers and singing obscure Elvis tunes. At least, if these photos are to be believed.

Celeb fit myths exposed! Energy Kitchens everywhere! The 94 year-old daddy diet! Republicans embrace exercise! Feeble gymgoing works! Workaday workouts! Man loses weight! And your New Year's resolution, exposed! It's your Thursday Fitness Watch, where we watch fitness—2010 style!

Fake celebrity rumors are the id of pop culture, where we act lecherously (naked Miley), think wishfully (pregnant Aniston), and exorcise unspeakably hideous demons (prison raped LiLo). Some fake rumors are better than others. Here are the best.

Today we looked at the depressing paid-celebrity guest list of The Party King of Scottsdale's Christmas party. Appearance fees galore! Aren't those things bad for a person's rep? Not always, says one commenter. But about whom?

Airplanes are the worst places to meet celebrities. The cramped environment of an upholstered metal tube brings out the worst in every tantrum-throwing, assistant-berating diva. The only thing worse than a tantrum? Insufferable, yoga-enhanced calm!

Today we heard a story about Prince William pulling the whole "Do you know who I am??" famous person move. This reminded one commenter of an old, satisfying story about the Burton Batman himself, Michael Keaton.

Meet Trevor Neilson. His job is helping famous people "build [their] brands" by finding charitable projects for them. He's the philanthropic powerbroker behind Angelina, Ashton, Demi, Shakira, and Bono. If he ever uses his powers for evil, we're screwed.

Kanye West interviewed Rihanna for Interview magazine, and the result was the equivalent of a Jack Russell terrier burying its face in your crotch and humping.

When the two most powerful commercial forces in the known universe—Justin Bieber and Wal-Mart—join forces, what hope is there for any of us? Soon, Justin Bieber will drench your tween daughters in his own scent. Like a dog.

In a list of things he wants to donate to Haiti relief concert tour rider, the singer makes, if not crazy demands, at least very specific ones. Certain brands, certain flavors, and, most importantly, a certain ambiance. Y'know, classy like.