So it's sort of a mixed kind of a day if you're Aerosmith's Steven Tyler: the good news is that you've reportedly signed your deal for American Idol. The bad news is that you fell off the stage again.
Here's the thing: if you don't want to be the Bachelor, you can just tell them you don't want to be. Just ask Chris Lambton, one of the nicest guys in years to show up on that miserable weirdfest, who apparently is all done with it, having been one of the many bachelors available to the recently (and, statistically speaking, possibly temporarily) engaged Ali Fedotowsky.
You know, if you're Betty White, you're almost too cool to respond to your current level of celebrity by writing a book. Therefore, you have to get a deal for two books.
I'm not sure whether this piece in The New York Times is supposed to be a review of Abdi Farah's show at the Brooklyn Museum or a review of the Bravo show, Work Of Art: The Next Great Artist, where he won said show as a prize. Mostly, it seems to take Farah's show as a jumping-off point for Round 25 of the great Why Art And Television Don't Mix debate.
Kings Of Leon has managed to get itself labeled "refreshing" by refusing to license its music to Glee. It seems a bit more "own-foot-shooty" to me, but to each his own.
I am not happy about the Oxford English Dictionary's embracing the word "chillax." Not happy about it at all.
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