In a bold move that sent the celebrity bloggerati into an epileptic fit, Cahuenga Blvd based DJ Samantha Ronson blew a kiss to gal pal Lindsay Lohan while leaving the set of Labor Pains. According to on set spies, the air born kiss was to celebrate Lohan's successfully finishing the film without any major incident. Later in the afternoon,Lohan received a text message from Ronson that implied that her lip lock telegram was only the beginning of their fun.

It's pretty remarkable how someone as femme and shiny-haired as Zac Efron can achieve every man's goal of perfecting abs, biceps and pecs in the span of just one year. Last we checked, Zac was just a teenage song-and-dance kid who adored his skinny jeans collection, not a member of the Beefcake Of The Month club. As painful as this is to admit, we kind of, maybe, possibly may have had highly illegal and disturbingly hot dream scenarios in which we get to grab Zac's abs, biceps and pecs. As in the old version. Let us know if you agree after a quick look at how Scrawny Efron compares to McCounaghey Body Double Efron:

The fifth season of Project Runway premiered last night—something you might have easily missed, considering a scorned Bravo did everything in their power to sabotage the Lifetime-headed series short of retitling it People Sitting At Sewing Machines Acting Bitchy and burying it after a 4 a.m. Shamwow! infomercial. In any case, despite all the essentials being in place—i.e. Tim, Heidi, Michael, Nina, and even a surprise cameo by Season One breakout fop Austin Scarlett—there was no mistaking it: the bloom is off this rose. Case in point, the designers blatantly solicitous attempts at establishing themselves as this season's Christian Siriano, whose arsenal of Christianisms—we won't even bothering repeating them here, you know the ones—helped propel him to become the breakout sensation of Season Four. "Girlicious?" "Suede is gonna rock it?" Subpar Tim Gunn impressions? Please. Make it stop.

At four months and still going strong, reformed shock-starlet Lindsay Lohan and gateway-lesbian girlfriend Samantha Ronson seem to be enjoying something approaching unfettered bliss. Still, we realize there exists among you—despite extensive photo-evidence of kissing, hand-holding, and the presentation of a a $22,000 Cartier ring (or roughly three years' salary for the average D.J.)—a few out there still who suspect the entire courtship to be a calculated attempt at staying in the limelight. Well, perish the cynical thought. Even Samantha's older brother Mark Ronson has given the couple his blessing, reports The Mirror:

Grey's Anatomy star T.R. Knight made his trainer proud with his bold feats of strength in Hollywood earlier this week. Without the aid of the store's employees, Knight carried a large tube nearly two blocks to his car without even breaking a sweat. Knight attempted to pick up industrial air conditioner unit, but realized that he may need a few more sessions with the trainer before attempting such a bulky item.

Call us skeptics, cynics, whatever, but we're far more interested in the rumors circling MGM's RoboCop reboot than anything in the film itself. A few weeks ago we checked out whispers that director Darren Aronofsky was at the top of the short list to helm the film, which has a 2010 release date; his reps denied it ("But Darren's flattered!" we were assured), but alas, the chatter persists, with yet another report circulating this week that the studio is close to signing Aronofsky for the project — which, as if it's any consolation, is reportedly a sequel, not an updating.

At an afterparty for a screening of Mamma Mia!, Pierce Brosnan consoled his co-star Amanda Seyfried and her anxiety about the film's opening. Seyfried was worried that nobody was going to watch their movie this weekend, because she assumed all movie goers would see The Dark Knight over and over again. Brosnan assured Seyfried that there'll be an audience for the film, taking time to explain to her about the concept of alternative programming. Brosnan said, "When The Dark Knight is sold out, which it's going to be, what else are people going to watch? That's where our movie comes in. We're going to be just fine, champ."

Our heartiest congratulations to Alec Baldwin on earning his amazing seventh Emmy nomination—and the second for his consistently inspired work as 30 Rock's Jack Donaghy, whom last we saw hovering over Rip Torn's hospital bed and praying for a coma-rousing miracle. To honor the man who is well on his way towards becoming the country's first Baldwin President, we provide this excerpt from a new THR.com interview.

David Faustino launched his own dog walking business Wednesday afternoon in Hollywood. Faustino got the idea to start the business after seeing a couple of neighborhood kids earn five bucks for walking his next door neighbor's dog. Faustino said, "I like to walk. I like the fresh air. I like to make money and I got some time on my hands. And since I kind of like dogs, the whole thing just clicked. So, here I am today with my first client, Officer Scraps." Bud's Buddies, the name of Faustino's business, is currently serving the Hollywood area; the cost is five dollars per dog, plus a small fee if Faustino has to scoop up any dog business.

The world awoke this morning to the chirping of little birds resembling Kristin Chenoweth and Neil Patrick Harris, perched at a podium in the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences, announcing nominations for the 60th Emmy Awards. While most rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, we sat bolt upright as usual and sprinted to the window, our furious note-taking chronicling a few snubs, surprises and plenty of the conventional wisdom we've come to expect from the annual ritual.

· The answer is probably no, but that didn't stop Seth Green from stumping Barbara Walters with what will surely go down as one of the slyest Lost resets you'll ever see worked into a talk show appearance. Also? We sincerely hope that someone breaks out the webcam when Elisabeth Hasselbeck gets around to watching Party Monster. That would make for the mother of all YouTube reaction videos. [The View]
· Speaking of former child stars, looks like Family Ties replacement kid Brian Bonsall has fallen on some tough times. [People]
· The Daily Show, whose track record for promoting female talent makes Lorne Michaels look like Helen Gurley Brown, is about to lose what little amount of female talent they have on staff. Emmy winner Rachel Axler, the only female writer they had on staff, will be making her way to the greener pastures of network TV as a writer for that Office spin-off that isn't really a spin-off. [Videogum]
· Character actor extraordinaire Larry Miller walks through some of his most memorable "Hey, It's That Guy" roles with The Onion's A/V Club. [A/V Club]
· I guess we can cross Claire Danes off the list of potential guest stars for the next season of Entourage. After all, we all know how much Johnny Drama hates top talls. [Best Week Ever]

Ever since the girls of Laguna Beach sang along to "Don't Stop Believing" while riding in a limo back in 2005, Journey has enjoyed the fruits of a full-fledged cultural renaissance — particularly with the Millenial Set. While it's kind of hard to believe that a couple of entitled prima donnas from Orange County were singlehandedly successful for the re-emergence of one of the 1980s most popular (and most vilified) bands, you can't really begrudge those dudes anything. After all, after hearing what Molls and her friend Alexis are willing to do just to get tickets to tonight's show, you can't blame the fiftysomethings in Journey for wanting to hit the road and play those tasty licks in front of a whole new batch of teen and twentysomething hotties (even if it means touring without original vocalist Steve Perry). Enjoy!

Sometimes we don't know whether to thank VH1 for trying to "find true love" for washed up musicians or to strangle them for forcing us through yet another round of Bret Michaels: Rock Of Love (working title: Rock Of Love: Really, I'll Do Anyone At This Point). Yes, that sad series partially responsible for rendering all glass ceilings unbreakable is back and, this time, well, no, he's probably still not serious. Why so cynical? Well, his last "winner," 99-year old Chicago anchor chick Ambre Lake, lasted just under a day. But she did get the chance to really pimp her MySpace profile with dirty pics, exclamation mark-happy updates on Bret's CW appearances (!!!), and a heartfelt blog entry promising the "3rd time will be a charm!!!" Yes, spelling-challenged Ambre, we bet it will. You know, because this time, all the barely clothed contestants will be forced to live in...wait for it...the same tightly confined tour bus! If you don't smell love in the air, you've been dipping in to too many of these "ladies"' stashes:

In light of Pierce Brosnan's brave, warbling turn in Mamma Mia—as well as recent news that Kate Hudson would veer off the Bongo Romcom highway to explore the musical theater side roads in Rob Marshall's Nine—Defamer videologist Molly McAleer has compiled a countdown of 10 Classic Musical Crossover Performances. We've ordered these from least to most successful; some of these actors-who-sing are arguably better singers than they are actors, and have gone on to cut their own records. Some are clearly better actors than singers. And some should probably just give up both and become something sensible like a dental hygienist or insurance broker. We have no doubt you have your own strong opinions on notable omissions; feel free to post video in the comments.

If you are anything like us, when you first learned of Andy Dick's arrest outside Buffalo Wild Wings in Murrieta early this morning, your first reaction was this: "Buffalo Wild Wings?" followed shortly thereafter by, "Murrieta?" Thankfully, this KCAL report filed from the scene of the alleged teen-fondling crime fills in all the missing pieces. SEE! The depressing cookie-cutter suburban shopping center parking lot! HEAR! The reporter describe Dick as "intoxicated" and having "urinated." THRILL! To the Buffalo Wild Wings patio furniture. We understand a portion of the proceeds from every order of a dozen garlic suicides sold tonight goes to the local Andy Dick Bike-By-Groping Victims' Network.

It turns out we may have attributed the day's Screenwriter Dream Come True to Justin Theroux too soon — we hadn't yet browsed the news that Steven Spielberg anointed Diablo Cody to adapt another one of his stories as a comedy for DreamWorks, and we hadn't heard Seth Rogen's indirect riposte to the idea that he and his colleagues should deign to working with... well, he just tells the story better:

Half the stories on this sluggish midsummer news day seem to concern the same bad idea at CBS: Jingles, the Mark Burnett-produced product placement platform reality series squaring songwriters off against each other in the pursuit of... the perfect ad jingle. We can't make this up, folks, and even if we could we probably wouldn't want to — especially not the part in which the newsworthiest elements of the show are its judges: A kerfuffle-plagued, ex-Wal-Mart marketing guru and — seriously, we're too exhausted/sad/Dark Knighted-out to fuck with you — Gene Simmons:

After the Tuesday night Coldplay concert in Inglewood, the maybe star of Inglorious Bastards Leonardo DiCaprio tried to make a quick exit. Unfortunately for DiCaprio, assortments of photographers were ready to greet him by his luxury car. Like a man whose just been caught cheating, DiCaprio reluctantly admitted that he likes Coldplay, but only "about this much."

Isn't it strange how that rare affliction of being mystically "unable" to gain weight only strikes female celebrities? It seems poor Megan Fox has that very woe to deal with atop her many other personal struggles, like pretending her engagement to one-earring trendmaker Brian Austin Green is still on, and trying ever so desperately to let a director (any director!) just film her nude already. But the newly "scrawny" Fox has reportedly been chastised about her skinny frame by Transformers 2 director Michael Bay, who has demanded that the busty Jolie successor put on 10 pounds or find a new gig. While Megan's resorted to stuffing herself with cake every night in bed, we might suggest the Anne Hathaway Quick Speed Diet: apparently breaking up with a grade A loser leads to dropping 28 pounds in no time!

Mel Owes: Screenwriter Benedict Fitzgerald's misadventures in faith-based filmmaking continued Tuesday, when his second attempt to sue Mel Gibson for a cut of Passion of the Christ's $612 million global gross hit LA Superior Court. His first effort was rebuffed by a judge who said his complaint "lacked specificity and seemed to take a 'chain letter' approach" — although as we reported in February, the plaintiff's charge that Gibson and Co. "cobbled gobbles of money" from his undercompensated wares struck us as more sing-songy than anything else. Nevertheless, Fitzgerald's specificity literally doubled since then, with the jilted writer now seeking $10 million dollars in damages. We have yet to review the complaint itself, however, which we anticipate should reach us soon after the 10 people who received it yesterday attach postage and pass it along to their own selected 10. If this one bears any resemblance at all to the last one, we think we're in that group. [AP]