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Expounding on the Truly Tasteless Halloween theme that began with a post on Bill Maher's stingray-speared Crocodile Hunter costume, we continue with this picture of a North Hills residence that has foregone clichéd skeletons and tombstones to decorate their front yard as something far creepier: no, not Courtney Love, but an ultra-realistic plane crash scenario, thanks to the painstaking arrangement of actual airplane parts obtained by the mechanic who lives there. Luckily, the coroner who lives next door refused to supply the scattered body parts they sought to complete the illusion.
You'd think that in a town where a significant percentage of the population spends the other 364 days of the year slicing, injecting, and restuffing themselves beyond recognition, by the time All Hallow's Eve rolls around, they'd have no energy left for yet further modifications—but you'd be wrong. Something about L.A.'s highly plasticized nature, paired with the bloodcurdling showbiz tales of terror we all know so well, make Hollywood and Halloween a nearly perfect complimentary pairing, resulting in a holiday of heightened horror: Hollyween. In honor of your pre-Hollyween weekend festivites, a round-up:
· The LAT details how the studios have been cashing in on a healthy chunk of what has become a $5 billion-per-year industry, through the licensing of their characters to costume manufacturers. Long ago having outgrown the Disney character kiddie-sector, you can now buy fully authorized costumes of all your grown-up screen favorites, including a Nacho Libre Spandex get-up sure to give everyone at your office party love-handle-related nightmares for weeks. [LAT]
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers, which we try to post several times per week. (Spaced out at utterly random intervals—the better to keep you all on your toes.) So send those suckers in, and send them often. Submit yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let the world know about the time you spotted an alleged McChoking victim speeding down the 101.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers, and are now posted several times a week—so start sending them in more often! Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you spotted local tree-squatter Daryl Hannah roasting cosmic marshmallows by a Burning Man campfire.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers, and are now posted several times a week—so start sending them in more often! Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you shared an elevator ride with a verrry flirtatious former Friends star.
We asked for more PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings, and you came through! Keep them coming to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and update us on the most recent fluctuations of Val Kilmer's magical, morphing belly.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers, and are now posted several times a week—so start sending them more often! Even if it's the fifth time you've spotted Jeremy Piven working the ladies' room line at Guy's, there will always be subtle variations on the theme. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Bobby Brown hurl epithets in public at a woman who wasn't Whitney Houston.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Ed Harris weather the indignity of having to tell the airport limo driver holding the "E. Harris" sign that he's the guy.
Both the Sun and the Times have acknowledged that uniballed cycling champ Lance Armstrong opened his hosting gig at ESPN's ESPY awards with an anal sex joke directed at Jake Gyllenhaal, but neither paper seems willing to clarify any further. Apparently it's okay for the press to acknowledge the presence of buttfucking humor, but not to actually entertain readers with the buttfucking humor itself. So we'll share the joke with you — if nothing else, Gawker will always support anything involving Gyllenhaal and anal.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Tobey Maguire doing the Vincent Chase thing in the lobby of the Century City AMC.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Keanu Reeves wearing gauche footwear and taking in a cross-dresser's performance
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Kiefer Sutherland lingering for an uncomfortably long time in the deli meats section of your local market.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Dylan McKay brooding in the Target toy department.
PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Chad Lowe smiling.
Hollywood PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw Bruce Willis accidentally tumble into a wormhole and pop out in 1985.
Hollywood PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers. Send yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line) and let everyone know about the time you saw a prison-hardened Michelle Rodriguez begin her reassimilation into society by inadvertently mooning LAX.
Jake Gyllenhaal's brain-liquifying levels of dreaminess have made him a universal object of desire, with every surfacing photograph of him and companion used as definitive evidence in the ongoing "He's on our team!" tug-of-war. (Even the canine community claimed him when he was snapped canoodling with an underage puggle.) Something about the coziness between Jake and friend Austin Nichols in a series of photos taken at a Lakers game a few months ago really set people's Jakedar a-beeping. Today, the NY Daily News reports a rep insists they are "just friends":
Best Week Ever blog ran a Photoshop contest asking readers to incorporate those candid pre-Oscar party photos of Jake Gyllenhaal—you know, the ones where he appears to possessed by the demon known as Seven Glasses of Shiraz—into other scenarios. The results vary from the outright adorable (it's a Natalie Portman kiss avalanche!) to clever riffs on the Jake canon (a reunion with Frank the scary Donnie Darko rabbit). Then again, some of the images will haunt our dreams for years to come: Let's just say Tara Reid only wishes her left boob was that dreamy.
· The already five-flavors-of-genius site StuffOnMyCat.com takes an evolutionary leap of the dreamy-eyed kind. [via Gilded Moose]
· Relentlessly quotable nutjob Sharon Stone sez: "In America we tend to erase women after 40, and it's a period when women become their most interesting." Especially when they're still willing to do the kind of exploitative full frontal scenes that they did in their early 30s.
Natalie Portman's chrome-domed (but still freakishly hot) turn in V for Vendetta will almost certainly challenge the all-time bald chick box office record.
What does Sienna Miller have to do with high-performance radials? Who the f cares? She's naked.
· ClooneyGate: The Inevitable T-Shirt.
