OK, I've got a last minute costume idea, you guys, but it's only going to work if we ALL do it (and by all I mean everyone in the entire world. Even Europe.) From People:
The son of legendary pitchman Billy Mays, who died in June, has an unlikely message for those macabre souls who plan to dress up as his father for Halloween: Go for it!
Billy Mays III, who recently launched a Web site called Where's Billy Mays? to honor his father's legacy, has even decided to hold a Hallow-clean Contest in which he's asking people to send in photos of themselves dressed as his dad for Halloween. He'll select three winners to receive various Billy Mays goodies as prizes.
While some might see the contest as inappropriate, even tasteless, Mays's consistent message on his Web site is that people shouldn't take everything so seriously, particularly themselves.
Whoa. Easy with the editorializing, People. Some might see the contest as inappropriate, even tasteless? That is not the clear-eyed, objective journalism I have come to expect from People magazine. Just present the facts and somehow make them relate back to Jennifer Aniston's love life like you always do, please. Besides, if anything, the contest isn't as inappropriate and tasteless as the name of that website. Where's Billy Mays? He is in heaven. Because he died. Dot com.
But who are we to judge how Billy Mays III reacts to the loss of his father? Who are we to say what is or is not appropriate or tasteful?
Do you know what it is? It is October, that is what it is. And at the end of October is when the Halloween occurs. I'm not showing off, I'm just stating the FACTS. Halloween is October 31st, look it up.
This year, we would like to offer one lucky Videogum reader the perfect (perfect?) Halloween costume: a Kate Gosselin wig. "But Gabe, Kate Gosselin has since changed her hairstyle. This is no longer relevant and I will be the laughingstock of my entire Halloween Party." Oh, relax! For one thing, everyone will KNOW what you are supposed to be (emphasis on the "what"), which is more than half, perhaps three-quarters, of the battle. And in any case, Halloween is stupid.
So, in order to win the prize of a Kate Gosselin Halloween wig (wardrobe not included, but just wear your normal everyday clothes, probably) we are running a special contest To enter: submit your own Kate Gosselin fan fiction. The winning post will be republished as a You Can Make It Up post on Videogum, and the winner will receive their very own Kate Gosselin wig. How exciting!
Entries must be e-mailed to tips@videogum.com (no attachments!) by Monday 10/12 at 6PM EST.
Another "great" freakout from the "world's greatest freakout" kid.
Nope! Here's the thing: this kid's videos are obviously fake. We know that, and we been had knowing that for awhile. And these freakouts are OK (although in this latest freakout, he keeps his shirt on the whole time and never once puts a remote control in his butt, which is not the caliber of freakout I have come to expect from him) but I doubt they are the world's greatest. If, as we have established, these freakouts are fake, then surely they should be better. It's one thing to catch a less-than-great freakout on tape when it is real, but if it is fake then the freakout should be extraordinary.
That is why I am inviting you, the Internet, to submit your world's greatest freakouts. I'm sure we can beat this kid. He's barely even trying anymore. The rules after the jump:
The Forbes list of 100 celebrities was released today, and Angelina Jolie is number one, and supposedly that means something. From the Hollywood Reporter:
Angelina Jolie is now the most powerful celebrity in the world, taking the No. 1 spot on Forbes' 2009 Celebrity 100 list, which ranks stars from the film, TV, music and sports worlds based on entertainment-related earnings as well as exposure in the media.
This pushes Oprah Winfrey, who held the top spot for two consecutive years, down to No. 2 on a list dominated by females.
Being in the spotlight throughout the past 12 months brought Jolie to the top of the list. However, Winfrey remains the highest-paid, earning $275 million over the past year, compared with Jolie's $27 million.
Huh? I already didn't get it, and then they tried to explain it and I more didn't get it. Being in the spotlight throughout the past 12 months makes Jolie the most powerful? She has lazer-cannons for eyes now or something? Her grip is like a vice and her hair has the tensile strength of a spider's web? Seriously, I don't understand. At least Oprah has a highly-watched television show through which she broadcasts and explores her ideas and opinions on a daily basis. She has (and uses) the capacity to influence her viewers' spending choices, reading choices, charitable notions, and instantly bestow increased celebrity on the guests she choses. That is a sort of power. Angelina Jolie was in Wanted, and she was terrible. I know that she went on a tour of the U.N. cafeteria once or something, but come on. Barack Obama is #49? This list was literally put together by making a cat wander over a field of 100 names on a living room carpet. Play yourself off, living room randomizer cat.
A very stupid young lady by the name of Miss California ruffled judge Perez Hilton's feathers at the Miss USA Pageant this weekend with her nonsensical answer to a question about gay marriage (as opposed to "opposite marriage.") Seeing Perez's face fall when the contestant explains that where she comes from, they want to deny basic rights to others, "no offense," is a confusing experience. Perez then took to YouTube to make his feelings known.
Some stupid rich person with no life will be spending a lot of money for what will surely be an awkward, brief, unsatisfying lunch for two with Mad Men's dreamy Don Draper and avowed "comedy nerd" Jon Hamm, who will absolutely for sure not, during the course of the lunch, realize that he and the stupid rich person have a similar sense of humor as they riff back and forth, quoting from Wet Hot American Summer and having a flirtatious fake "argument" about their favorite Mr. Show sketches (hers will be "The Joke: The Musical" while his is the more masculine "The Audition," but truly, both will be right), realize that they are kindred spirits and should at the very least be best friends forever.
Nope, that stupid rich person, whoever she or he turns out to be on April 16th when the ebay auction for a charity benefiting female filmmakers comes to its mercenary close, will instead realize immediately that the prize she or he has bought with her or his stupid filthy probably-somehow-connected-to-the-Madoff-scandal money was the realization that Jon Hamm, while polite and warm as can be, would rather be pretty much anywhere else on the planet than having lunch with some desperate pathetic rich fan. He prefers more interesting people. With lives.
Hugh Jackman has taken a moment out of his busy pants-peeing schedule (these pants aren't going to pee themselves!) to introduce a Wolverine: Origins contest:
Oh boy! Obviously, winning this contest could easily make some nerd's year. I know that. And I do not begrudge that nerd, sitting in his childhood room in his dead-end hometown dreaming of one day escaping to a less dull and/or hostile city where something actually happens, or at the very least dreaming that one day Galactus comes down and swallows the planet whole. And nerds aside, who wouldn't want to have Hugh Jackman pee his pants in their own city?! Everyone wants that. It's hilarious.
Still, we should totally map-bomb the Wolverine: Origins premiere. First we have to pick a city. For example, Hollywood, California. Can you imagine if the premiere of a movie was held there? Dreams really do come true. Then we just go to this website, we all register, and we all click on Hollywood, California. It's a totally legitimate use of our adult lives.
It will be just like Improv Everywhere. When the nerds realize what we've done, they'll see that art is all around them and they'll love it because we say so.
MySpace, whatever that is, is holding a contest in which one INCREDIBLY UNLUCKY (like, the most unluckiest) couple will be chosen not only to have their wedding broadcast on the social networking site, but to have every aspect of their wedding decided by MySpace users. Perfect. Such a special day to remember because it's the day before you committed suicide. Trailer, or something, you guys:
Yuck. If your significant other thinks that this is a good idea and that you should enter, please inform them of their new status as your significant ex. WALK AWAY, GIRL. On the other hand, if you BOTH think that this is a good idea and you make the "royal we" decision to enter this contest together, then I'm so glad you guys found each other, and I hope you win because I've already got the perfect honeymoon spot picked out for you.
Also, isn't MySpace like a multi-billion dollar corporation? Why does this trailer look like an ad for a local beauty salon that your cousin Tony did for cheap as a favor for picking him up at the train station last Christmas? If you win, do you have to start your new family back in 1993?
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