Well despite the thousands of New Yorkers and hopeless romantics in their corner, the real-life fairytale 'subway couple' has ended their relationship.
Web designer Patrick Moberg, then 21, from Brooklyn, created the Web site after he fell in love with a girl with a flower in her hair and blue tights under her shorts on the subway. He sketched a picture of her, posted his e-mail address and cell phone and encouraged anyone who knew the girl to contact him.
It took only two days for Moberg to officially meet Australian native Camille Hayton --with the help of some surprisingly sympathetic and romantic New Yorkers. The two dated for about two months, but apparently love at first sight isn't as eternal as some may like to think.
"I think the situation was so intense that it bonded us....[it] bonded us in a way that you could mistake, I guess, for being more romantic than it was. I don't know. But I wanted to give it a go so I didn't wonder what if, what if?"-- Camille Hayton
Moberg has refused to comment on the relationship. He went through all that trouble for her and didn't find love. He should probably start another Web site lamenting about the situation. I'm sure women would fall all over themselves for him.
August is just about two hours away at this point, and my fellow reporter, Steph, brought up a good point this week...
"When does 'The Hills' come back?!?!?"
That's a good question. How are we less than three weeks away from the season four premiere and there's barely been a blip on the MTV radar?
Hype or no hype, the fourth season of the Hollywood pseudo-reality show is quickly approaching. Tune in Aug. 18 at 10 p.m. to catch all the drama from past seasons carry on and some brand-spanking-new (undoubtedly scripted) drama unfold.
Lauren, Audrina and Whitney all apparently have some new men in their lives. The "Will Audrina move out?" drama continues. Stephanie Pratt is strangely reminiscent of Jen Bunny ala season two. Brody goes to jail? The newly reunited "Speidi" has some more trouble in paradise when Heidi --for some reason-- invites her sister to move in with them...and I already know I'm going to have trouble telling Heidi's sister and Spencer's sister apart. Does everyone in Hollywood really need to be that blond?
Take a look for yourself. Below is the full season four trailer. Who's excited?!
If you haven't heard about the enormous stray cat found in NJ this weekend, watch some morning television; the 44-pound cat will be on "Regis and Kelly" tomorrow and "Good Morning America" on Friday.
The cat, found Saturday without a collar in Voorhees, N.J., was nicknamed "Prince Chunk" by employees at the Camden County Animal Shelter where he is staying.
[UPDATE] The cat was formerly known as "Captain Chunk," but then referred to as "Princess Chunk" when workers thought he was a she. When it was later discovered that the cat was in fact a boy, his name was changed to Prince Chunk." So now not only will the cat have a complex about being fat, he's going through an identity crisis and his manhood was being called into question.
[UPDATE] Prince Chunk's 65-year-old owner said she is unable to afford the cat now that her home has been foreclosed. She is hoping the kitty--whose real name is Powder--will be placed in a loving home.
I can't believe this has become national news. Voorhees borders my hometown; I'm really glad this thing didn't waddle out onto Evesham Road because my car couldn't take the damage it might have caused on impact. Haaaa. That picture is NOT doctored, by the way. That thing really does look like that. (And I thought Garfield was fat!)
Prince Chunk's owner has until Saturday to pick him up. If he is not claimed, the cat will be up for adoption.
The heaviest cat on record is a 46-pound tabby cat from Australia, but the Guinness Book of World Records has apparently dropped the record from its listing for fear that cat owners might harm the animals to set a record. Funny, because when we found out the shelter is putting the cat on a diet, my dad and I both said, "Screw that, go for the record." I guess that's why you wouldn't call us cat people.
You really have to be trying to lose a cat this big. How has Prince Chunk's owner not heard about the cat all over the news? Unless...Prince Chunk got a little too hungry one day, ate a small child and was banished from the household. I don't know. Just a guess.
Check out the "normal" sized cat next to Prince Chunk.
If you haven't seen The Dark Knight yet, seriously... what the hell are you waiting for? If you're not planning on seeing it, that's one thing. But if you're just being lazy, you're being inconsiderate because everyone around you is biting their tongues not to ruin the movie by unwittingly discussing this, this or this. [DO NOT CLICK THERE IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE MOVIE!]
If I had kids, I would never take them to see this movie because it was scary as hell. But if I had kids, I would probably make them do the same thing these guys did.
Check out this "mini-interpretation" of The Dark Knight, in trailer form. [No spoilers, no worry!]
Cuil --pronounced "cool"-- drills into the actual content of a page, displaying results in more of a magazine-like format instead of just a vertical stack of Web links, according to one of its developers. Cuil's results are displayed with more photos spread horizontally across the page and include sidebars that can be clicked on to learn more about topics related to the original search request. [click here to learn more about Cuil]
One big advantage Cuil developers are pushing is privacy, which Google tends to ignore these days. Does anyone else think it's creepy that as soon as you send a Gmail message with the word "love" in it, you get 20 ad links on the page for "Who has a crush on you" and the like?
As far as Cuil goes, the name is fun (My co-workers and I certainly had fun telling each other to "cuil it" yesterday in the newsroom when one of us had an inquiry that would normally beg a Google search), and the look of the site is pretty sleek...but Cuil doesn't really cut it in my book.
Try entering your name, your hometown or even the name of this site and you'll see just how inferior Cuil is to Google --or Yahoo! for that matter. Most of the results don't even match, and what does come up is not very relevant. In fact, try searching for "Cuil" on Google and you'll learn infinitely more than if you enter "Cuil" into the actual Cuil search.
This is the first time a new search engine has been developed by former Google employees, but it doesn't appear as though Cuil will be giving Google a run for its money anytime soon. I mean, "googling" is synonymous with Web searching now, is it not?
To celebrate The Cheesecake Factory's 30 years, the restaurant is offering individual slices of cheesecake at 1978 prices tomorrow, July 30, 2008.
The $1.50-per-slice special is limited to one per guest and it's only for dine-in orders, but come on... take one look at this menu and tell me that it's not totally worth it. Adam's Peanut Butter Cup Fudget Ripple cheesecake, described as "creamy cheesecake swirled with caramel, peanut butter, Butterfingers and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups"? I guess this was a bad week to crack down on my dieting...
A limited edition cheesecake --the 30th Anniversary Chocolate Cake Cheesecake-- will be introduced tomorrow, too. The company will offer $0.25 from the sale of each slice sold this year to benefit America’s Second Harvest – The Nation’s Food Bank Network.
Every morning on my way to work, I hear commercials for Six Flags Great Adventure's Dark Knight rollercoaster--a 1,213-foot, three-level ride that takes place completely indoors and transforms riders to Gotham visitors. And while all that sounds cool, waiting in line for that thing anytime within the next 15 months will be worse than when Kingda Ka came out (and p.s. the wait for that was still three hours when I went there two summers ago).
In fact, long lines is probably what drives most people away from taking a day-trip to an amusement park. That's why we should all learn a lesson from John Ivers, an Indiana man who got sick of waiting in line and built his own rollercoaster in his backyard. The thing runs over his shed and even has a 360 degree loop. [click here for more pictures]
Check out the video of John test-driving the coaster and sending small loved ones for a ride.
Forbes has released its list of the highest paid actors, and sitting atop the Hollywood throne is none other than the Fresh Prince.
Between June 1, 2007, and June 1, 2008, Will Smith earned an estimated $80 million, and with this summer's "Hancock," he is the first actor in Hollywood history to have eight straight movies draw $100 million at the box office. Pretty impressive.
Smith was followed by Johnny Depp, who earned $72 million last year between pirates and killer barbers.
Eddie Murphy, who I regard as one of the most annoying actors on the planet, and Mike Myers were tied for third on the list, bringing in $55 million during the year.
Leonardo DiCaprio rounded out the list, earning $45 million while not subjecting himself to box office bombs like most of the rest of this list--cough Love Guru cough.
Forbes reported that men in Hollywood still earn more than women: $487 million to$244.5 million. And apparently Cameron Diaz was the best paid actress during that time frame ($50 mill) because she played another dumb blond in another dumb movie. I'm really not bitter or anything...
An Australian man who had heart broken was drowning his sorrows in alcohol, only he probably could haveliterally drown his sorrows and himself in the amount of beer he was consuming per week.
Michael Leary, a father of four, was spending an average of $972 a week on beer after breaking up with his partner five years ago, according to the Northern Territory News. (And P.S. that's about enough to buy 2,500 bottles of beer per month)
Authorities figured the construction worker had a problem when he was charged a few months ago with drunk driving...for the seventh time--no? You think he's got a problem?? The man was not sentenced to jail time, but has been banned from drinking or even holding a beer for 12 months.
Leary earns approximately $2,000 a week gross - or about $1440 after tax, according to the court. About $150 goes to rent, $150 on buses and taxis and $50 on his phone. The rest? Beer.
What's funnier is that the while in court, the judge made fun of the guy's taste in beer, saying, "(That is) poor judgment on two counts there -- drinking that much and drinking Melbourne Bitter."
It's kind of like the Australian version of Natural Light. Like drinking $1,000 worth of Natural Light. Come to think of it: I think I have a friend who might get along with Mr. Leary pretty well...
It's 3:30 a.m. and I have work tomorrow...But I just got back from the midnight showing of "The Dark Knight" at the IMAX in Philadelphia, and I am seriously reeling.
I will not write about this movie, analyze it on this blog or post any spoilers. I just have four words for you: GO SEE IT. NOW.
No lie, I had a dream the other night that Bret and I were dating and we were at the grocery store picking up frozen food together. (I'm not kidding--my co-workers will vouch for me.) Perhaps I should try out for the show, ehh? [click here to read and watch a recap of the ROL 2 finale]
Ambre had been posting on her MySpace page since the end of the show, detailing how hard the two were trying to make the relationship work. Apparently their schedules (his touring, her acting) just weren't working out so now it's splitsville, though they're still friends.
"Although I am deeply saddened by our breakup, our split was a mutual decision and we both tried hard to make it work. But, between his touring and my work schedule, we just didn't have the time to dedicate to our relationship." - Ambre via MySpace
VH1 issued a press release today: ROL3 will take place on a tour bus, or Bret's home away from home (or home away from swanky VH1-provided megamansion). They are taking another lot of strippers and wannabe actresses and cramming them on a tour bus for a month-long competition for Bret's heart.
"This time as the bus pulls into each new city, the girls will engage in challenges specifically revolving around Bret's life on the road. Whether it's greeting aggressive groupies with a smile, enduring grueling schedules, dodging the advances of the warm-up band or even stepping in last-minute to fill in for delinquent roadies – these girls will be put to the test." - VH1 release
So...I'm pumped. I was happy for Ambre and Bret, but this gives me a reason to put my Bret Michaels desktop wallpaper back up on my computer at work.
Despite Hamilton's record-breaking performance, the title went to Twins' first baseman Justin Morneau. In total, Hamilton hit 35 homers, while Morneau hit 22 - which begs a re-examination of the way this shindig is run. Regardless, Hamilton's story of breaking records after breaking a drug addiction is the one fans will remember when looking back at the first--and last-- Home Run Derby at Yankee Stadium. (Betcha didn't hear them say that 17,000 times during the telecast!)
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Hand-in-hand with the derby is last night's All Star Game, which admittedly I watched about three minutes of. The game apparently didn't get exciting until the end (15th inning), which was 4 hours and 5 minutes into the game (or 1:37 a.m. for those of you on the east coast).
Michael Young hit a game-ending sacrifice fly to give the American League a 4-3 victory over the National League (Justin Morneau pictured (left) sliding in to score the winning run). It was the longest All Star Game in major league history (time-wise; it tied the most innings played) and it was the 12th game in a row the American League remained unbeaten (11-0-1).
(Justin Morneau pictured (left) sliding in to score the winning run)
JD Drew was named the MVP after he hit a two-run home run in the seventh to tie the game 2-2. Both teams exhausted their lot of pitchers (11 for the NL and 12 for AL), bringing in aces to pitch innings they should not have been eligible to pitch. There's Uggla's multiple errors at second base; or Nate McLouth's one-hop throw to the plate in the 11th to keep the marathon alive; and AL manager Terry Francona's quote before the game, "Something will happen in this game that people will probably talk about for a long time," and him chugging Red Bulls in the dugout as the game moved into Wednesday morning.
A memorable game indeed --definitely worthy of being played in the House that Ruth Built-- but I think I'm okay with taking Sportscenter's condensed highlights of the game over a 2 a.m. bedtime.
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And quickly...There may be evidence to prove that Roger Clemens lied under oath about knowingly taking steroids. Convicted steroid distributor Kirk Radomski handed over shipping receipts to federal investigators for a package of human growth hormone that he claims he sent to Roger Clemens' home in Texas in 2002 or 2003, according to The Daily News.
Even though I'm eating some of my words about former "90210" cast members not returning for the new season, I will not take back my 'this show will suck' sentiment.
The CW will air a spinoff of the original, this time centered around the Mills family. It seems like a carbon copy with a minority character thrown in here or there, and it will likely bomb. Click here to watch a preview.
Also returning is Jennie Garth, who will be playing Kelly Taylor as a high school guidance counselor. (And you know what I just realized? Why are the hot girls in television shows always named Kelly? Taylor, Kapowski, Bundy...?)
I should have posted this Sunday, but I was distracted by work and bad reality television. Are you surprised?
Thanks to my boyfriend, I dove headfirst into the Wimbledon match this weekend--something that I haven't been interested in since I was 10 years old, sitting at home during my summer vacation from school--but thank the Lord I did. This was one for the record books, in more ways than one.
Nadal won the match 6-4, 6-4, 6-7 (5), 6-7 (8), 9-7. Until that match, Federer had won 65 straight matches on grass. Federer didn't capitalize on break points and Nadal couldn't handle 16 ace serves from the five-time Wimbledon champ. Two rain interruptions--one arguably helping Federer and one helping Nadal-- kept the match going until 9 p.m., and any longer it would have been held til Monday. Federer had the opportunity to become the first man since the 1880s to win six Wimbledon titles in a row. Nadal had the opportunity to--and ultimately did--become the first man since Bjorn Borg in 1980 to win titles at Wimbledon and at the clay-court French Open in the same year.
This match is being called the greatest in Wimbledon history, and certainly I --a relative tennis novice-- can do it no justice. I'll just say that every point, every set and every minute of the nearly 5-hour match was a roller coaster, with no one knowing what would come next...and it was totally worth my entire Sunday.
To read a comprehensive description of the match, click here.
If you didn't care about the first season of "Shot at Love," then you certainly don't care about "Shot at Love II"-- even I didn't care enough to watch 3/4 of the season and I'm a terrible reality show hog.
But in case you missed the finale, Tila turned down stud muffin Bo for the Barbie-like Kristy...and Kristy turned around and rejected Tila's offer.
"I feel humiliated... hat's wrong with me? What am I doing wrong?" Tila sobs at the end of the episode, which of course begs the response: Um, you're looking for love on an MTV reality show? Duh?
Kristy babbled something about not being ready for her first real relationship with a woman and that Tila's plastic key was more than just a plastic key.
Tonight, MTV aired the "One Shot Too Many"reunion show, but to my surprise, it was less of a 'let's bring all of our dumbass loser contestants on the show with lots of gimmicks' (ala Flavor of Love, etc.), and only featured the show's three biggest characters and their feelings about show's end result. It was a little more --dare I say--real.
Still, the reunion was pretty lackluster--just a lot of talking about feelings and dramatic pre-commercial music. Like an episode of Dr. Phil. A bi-sexual, semi-faux version of Dr. Phil mediated by an MTV personality no one has heard of.
The only pulse the reunion show could muster was when Tila was able to confront Kristy after two months without speaking. The basic gist is that Kristy says she wasn't ready, she felt they were just friends, she did the same thing to Tila that Tila did to 16 other people. She says that she didn't want to end up one of those fake reality couples that just break up, but like, what? What the hell were you on the show for?
And that was apparently Tila's reasoning, too, as she accuses Kristy of using her to get on television and disrespecting her very serious quest for love. At the end of the show, she angrily asks the host if she really needs to sit there and talk to Kristy anymore...awkwarrrrd.
"If this bitch don't shut the $^@# up, I'm gonna...Shut your $%^#ing trash hole, bitch," Tila yells. This launches Kristy into a fit of anger as she storms off the stage, yelling about how she doesn't deserve to be talked to like that on national television. And then the host awkwardly closes the show because he's the only one sitting on stage. Good times!
Tila posted this on her MySpace page regarding the reunion show:
Tune in to see what Kristy's fake ass has to say to me and her lame excuses! Watch me put a beat down on her ass! haha! yea right I wish....but tune in anyway cuz it'll be interesting. I finally get to tell that bitch off and now I'm happy to put all of this crap behind me! YAY!
At least 10 residents in Clintonville had their basements flooded with not just stormwater, but lots and lots of ranch salad dressing that seeped out from the sewage of T. Marzetti. Co. -- a local salad dressing producer.
"It's creamy-ranch- dressing-looking crap," resident Steven Maiken told the Columbus Dispatch.
Susan Olsen, the 46-year-old better known for playing Cindy Brady on "The Brady Bunch," was giving an overall uninteresting interview on the Darren and Coba show at Jet 107.9 in Colorado Spring until she starts turning a shade of green and admits that she has to blow chunks.
"Chris got me wasted last night and I am so ready to vomit on the microphone," she said, as the panic starts to creep up in the DJ's voice.
After plugging her appearance that night, her young son sitting next to her gleefully chirps, "Watch her drink like a pig!"
Susan runs out of the booth as the DJ super awkwardly tells the kid to leave. Check out the video.
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