The day Lindsay
Lohan unleashed her boobies on the world, all holy hell broke loose. New
York Magazine's website has been slammed with undersexed Trekkies searching
for their firecrotch money shot fix.
But not everyone's clamoring
for America’s cokenut-creampie sweetheart. Scanner
tells us that daddy dearest Michael Lohan is firmly anti-boob.
“I’m
not going to look at the photos — that’s my daughter!” Lohan told
UsMagazine.com.
He may be a drunken deadbeat
louse, but at least Mr. Lohan’s isn’t the second coming of Joe Simpson.
Meanwhile, in Oscar race
news, Daniel Day-Lewis' screen-chewing performance as a wily Texan oilman could
be too ham-fisted for some Academy voters. So sayeth Salon's
Stephanie Zacharek. But Screengrab blogger Scott Von Doviak doesn't think
Day-Lewis' cinematic gravy train will be derailed. "Larger-than-life
characters call for larger-than-life performances," Doviak writes. The great
debate is enough to make us want to slurp down a smooth milk shake.
Over at the Nerve Video Blog,
Oliver Miller is surfing the intertubes of the Web for vids
involving adorable kitties. He's also engaging in full-on
conversations with his cats. Someone needs to find a girlfriend, methinks.
Or at the very least, some Lindsay Lohan softcore
titty shots.
— Joey Hood
