So yeah, those little arrows showing you exactly where Tom and Giselle and Reese and Arnie keep their mansions? Completely made-up. Some genius staffer at the magazine just typed "Brentwood, CA" into Google Maps and ran with it. So, they got this Brentwood, CA, a sleepy subdivision homestead town outside of Oakland. Maybe a ton of celebrities live there? Like that Idaho trend a few years back maybe? Somehow, we doubt it.

Nice work everyone.

Grambone,

Last night I wanted to film the To Do's outside of the Celeb Center, so me and my friend rolled up around 12-something AM to stand in front of the sign and do my bit. We were there for all of two minutes maybe, just figuring out the lighting and stuff when a Scientology bike cop rolled up to us and was all "What are you doing?" and we were all "Taking a picture" and he was all "Why are you doing that?" and then we were like "'Cause of celebrities and stuff." And then he came back with "Are you guys celebrities?" and then I reality checked myself and I was all "No, but this is a popular place for them to hang out". So he was looking at us like we were insane at that point, and honestly, I wasn't exactly hitting grand slams with my lies, I was trying to play up the whole "I'm in town from Yeehaw Junction! I don't know any better!" vibe, but let's face it, I radiate "Old Pro", you know what I mean? So then he's looking at us and he just says "Well, ya know, people don't normally do that" and I was just all "Well, we didn't realize it was off limits. I apologize for worrying you" and then we walked off down the street like "Whatevskis" but he was totally on our tail the whole way down the street.

Basically, this is a long-winded way of saying two things:
1) I wound up buying male sex stimulant at 7-11 and attempted to give myself a boner.
2) If I don't come into work on Monday, it's because I'm dead. Please send someone to collect my dog and hide my pot before my mom gets here to send my mortal possessions back to Boston.

Thanks,
Molls

After that introduction, how could you NOT want to watch the video for this weekend's To Do's?

FRIDAY
·The Lost Plays of Tennessee Williams at the LA Gay and Lesbian Center.
· Freak Dance: The Forbidden Dirty Boogaloo @ UCB.
·Kids in the Hall at the Orpheum.

SATURDAY
·3D @ Cinespace.
· Slick Rick @ The Roxy.
· Wango Tango @ Verizon Wireless Amphitheater.

SUNDAY
· Blood & Glitter @ Bandini Art.
· Scene Monkeys @ The Improv.
· The Warlocks @ Alex's Bar.

It was at that moment that the panel's mischief-making sourpuss, Simon Cowell, leaned into Paula Abdul's wig and quietly suggested, from as best as we can make out, "He won't admit that he got a boner." As predicted, Jackson made not a single reference to any involuntary anatomical reactions elicited by the Irish bar wench's power-warbling, unless of course his declarations of having "a HOT ONE TONIGHT, DAWG!!!" were in reference to his own lusty, subequatorial stirrings.

• American Idol

Billed as "CSI's Marcus Patrick," we're not sure if a one-episode-long arc on CSI Miami in 2005 (available for viewing on his official website reel) really warrants the possessive modifier. Still, Marcus is a successful daytime TV actor, currently making housewives and striking writers swoon on Days of Our Lives, and this recent shlong-brandishing on the cover of a major publication—like Lifetime movies, Enrique Iglesias, and Sex and the City, billed as "entertainment for women" and consumed primarily by gay men—is sure to be a boon to his career. (The uncropped cover and rest of the spread is over at Bossip.)

• For the Ladies [Bossip]
• [Playgirl - NSFW]