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Celebrity Well Wishes For Julia Roberts And Her New Baby Henry

Julia on US MagazineAs is tradition at TheJay.com, we’d like to take the time to honor and celebrate the birth of celebrity off-spring. And there’s no better way to do that then by supposing what some other big name celebrities might be saying to the proud, new parents. And by new parents I mean just Julia Roberts. Except of course when the paparazzi are around, then that also includes her charming civilian husband Danny Moder. Since the birth of Julia’s new baby boy Henry came in so under the wire that most people still haven’t realized it actually happened a week ago (hey, the Paris machine doesn’t stop for anything, least of all the third kid of an aging American Sweetheart. Unless the kid came out with three arms, or black, we’d rather hear what Paris is reading in jail. Her thoughts on the Harry Potter series are quite illuminating), we’re gonna follow suit with this post, seven days after the fact. This way we get to honor two traditions, the birth of a celebrity baby and procrastination!

So congratulations to Julia, Danny and baby Henry from all of us here at TheJay.com! May you’re poorly-named twins not maim you in your sleep for giving the new kid such an easy moniker. Mazel Tov!

On to the celebrity well-wishes…

George Clooney: Julia, don’t take it personal that we left you out of the new Ocean’s movie because you were rabidly annoying in the las- I mean, because you were so pregnant. We just didn’t want to bother you in your time of glowing motherhood. Also, you never let me bring whores on set. And you know that’s what I need to begin my creative process. And with Pitt warming up to Angelina every morning, I needed something equally as… creative in my trailer. You understand, right?

Phinnaeus Roberts: Henry? Fucking Henry? You saddled with me a name Shakespeare would have junked and the new kid gets HENRY??!! I am so smearing peanut butter on the plasma screen.

Brad Pitt: Don’t believe a word of what George said. I’m the reason we dropped you and made Ellen Barkin the only chick on set. Angie made me sign a contract saying I’d only work with women who look like dudes. I argued hard to include you on that list, but you just never win when faced with the choice of not getting to have sex with Angelina Jolie. I’m sorry. And congratulations. I hope you’re enjoying all your three of your beautiful Caucasian, totally belonging to you by blood kids. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to take the black one to pre-school before I go to the set. I’m shooting a love scene with Rhea Perlman today. (sighs) … totally worth it!

Eric Roberts: Congratulations, sis! I’m so proud of you. You are going to be as wonderful a Mother as you have been a Sister. Um… so now that I kissed your ass, can you like, get me work? I have a pretty big house payment due at the end of the month and Emma won’t give me a bigger allowance.

Richard Gere: Julia, about your new baby boy. It corners like it’s on rails.

Julia and OprahMatthew Perry: Could my television show BE any more cancelled! So yeah, congrats on the third kid. Sorry it never worked out between us. What with you being the biggest movie star in the world at the time and me being on a show people actually liked, you’d think it would have worked. Course Brad and Jennifer disproved that theory. Whoa, just think, if we had gotten together, there’s a chance I’d be banging Angelina Jolie and starring in stuff people don’t find soul-crushingly pretentious, and you’d be mirthlessly dating Vince Vaughn. Life, huh? Could it BE any more random!

Sandra Bullock: I just don’t understand. We’re equally lovable on-screen performers. I’m arguably more attractive. I made just as cloying a Hugh Grant romcom. So why aren’t I an incredibly beloved Oscar winner who gets to make movies with George and Brad? How come I’m stuck making mediocre thrillers with the idiot from Nip/Tuck, while you’re having Sunday brunch with freaking Oprah?! I don’t get it! Is it because I did movies with three of your ex boyfriends? I’m sorry. Please don’t sick Dakota on me!

Clive Owen: You gave birth. That’s the spirit. Congrats. Congrats for your bravery. Now fuck off and die, you fucked up slag! Love to the twins.

Catherine Zeta-Jones: Darling, how are you! And the baby, so precious! Oh, what it must have been like to conceive with such a strapping young man. And with so many abdominal muscles! Michael hasn’t had those since the 70’s. When I was eight. (start tearing up) I apologize, Julie bird, I’ve just had a rough go of it lately. Spielberg won’t take my calls, Soderbergh refused to put me in Ocean’s Thirteen. I mean, Ellen Barkin instead of us! You’re pregnant and bitchy, but me? I’m GORGEOUS and bitchy! Now I have to go promote this god awful movie I made with Aaron stupid Eckhart! And the girl in the movie isn’t even Dakota Fanning. This is my penance for agreeing to do the Zorro sequel.

Hazel Roberts: Henry? You named him Henry? That’s such an easy name! Why again am I Hazel? Why did I get some stupid witch name and the new boy gets an All-American one? I am so making you a grandmother when I turn 12.

Emma Roberts: Congratulations, Auntie Julia. I just wanted to remind you of our deal. You keep these little rats out of my limelight and I’ll keep my no good idiot father out of yours. I gotta go, press tour for my new smash non-hit Nancy Drew! See you at Thanksgiving!

Dakota Fanning: Is she bothering you, Aunt Julia? Would you like me to take care of her? Lord knows I want to. Nancy Drew should have been mine! MINE! I need to shoot someone RIGHT NOW! Dammit, where did I put my uzi?

Julia Roberts and Dakota FanningKeifer Sutherland: Julia, I came to see the baby. (Pulls a gun.) WHERE’S THE BABY???? You have five seconds to tell me where the baby is or I will shoot your civilian husband in his non-famous leg. TELL ME WHERE HE IS!!!!! 5! 4! (cocks gun) 3! 2! Oh wait, there he is. Didn’t see him there in the crib. Very cute, Jules!

Rachel McAdams: I’ve been noticing that all the other would be Next Julia’s tend to make movies with your former male co-stars or boyfriends. Since I’m the real heir to the throne I’m not going to fall into the same trap (Dermot Mulroney doesn’t count, because, well, please. It’s Dermot Mulroney.). That being said, if you go near my Ryan, even for a cameo in something, I will kill your first born daughter. I am not playing around. I secretly ruined Sandra Bullock’s career and I can do the same to you. I’m Canadian and I am not afraid of Dakota Fanning.

Danny Moder: Hi, honey! It’s me, Danny, your husband! Just wanted to see when I could swing by and take a look at my new son. So, uh, call me or have your publicist call me if you prefer, and just let me know when the paparazzi are there so I can show up with someone cute. And I promise to color match you this time. I know now how important that is to you. Oh, on a related note, that burn mark you gave me when you lit an US Magazine and threw it at my head, finally went away. It only took two skin graphs. So yeah, good news for everyone!

Bangarang!

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Things Overheard on the Golden Globes Red Carpet

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All the best, brightest and most make fun-able celebrities hit the red carpet for the 64th Annual Golden Globes on Monday. As always, I had spies on the scene recording the secret thoughts of the stars. Let’s see out what they had to say.

Sacha Baron Cohen: I swear to G-d I will knife the first sodded person who asks for a high five. Speaking of, where’s that Ryan Seacrest chap.

Patrick Dempsey: How’s my hair?

Jennifer Hudson: And I am telling you… suck my left tit, Bitch-once! American Idol, represent!

Evangeline Lilly: I am so glad I left the hobbit back on the island. Now where’s that McDreamy guy?

renee zellweger golden globesRenee Zellweger: Dammit, did I forget to sew my eyes open today? I knew I forgot to do something. Ah well, hopefully no one will notice.

Isaiah Washington: My agent says I need a nicer name for “faggot”, cause all that faggot talk is bad for my nice guy image. So what’s better? Cocksucker? Nah. Dick Licker? Too literal. Pussy Hater? Too negative. Purple-headed Nob Slobber? Yeah, that’s the one. I did not call that faggot T.R. a Purple-Headed Nob Slobber. But I did call Dempsey a pansy. Next question!

George Clooney: Alright Timberlake, here’s the game. First to five starlets wins. And I’ll even give you a two limoncello head start. Ready? Go!

Justin Timberlake: Guess who’s having sex with anyone he wants tonight? This guy!

Cameron Diaz: Cry me a river… cry me a river. Cry me a river, yeah.

Zach Braff: Dammit, I forgot to put on my anti-douche cream. Now I’ll never be able to make out with Jessica Alba and then whine about it on my blog tomorrow. My life sucks. (Cue pompous indie rock song)

Jack Nicholson: What year is it? Seriously, I have no idea. These things all look the same. Maybe I should take my sunglasses off. On second thought, screw that, I’m Jack. I can do whatever I want. And you know what? I’m nailing that Swank person tonight. Is she a boy? Is she a girl? What I’m saying is this: when you’re facing some free ass, what’s the difference?

Geena Davis: Has anyone seen my career? I think I dropped it. It’s about six feet tall, a hundred and forty pounds, used to be the President? Anybody? Please.

Dame Helen Mirren: Oh Streep, I finally have the better of you. Long live the Queen, bitch!

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Mel Gibson: The Jews are responsible for all the awards shows in the world. Which is probably why I didn’t get nominated. Oh hey Salma! Say, your sugartits are looking real nice tonight!

Salma Hayek: If you like my Sugar Tits, you should see my Ugly Betty.

Ben Affleck: The name’s Affleck. A-F-F-L-E-C-K. I believe you’ll find I’m on the list. (grins stupidly)

Masi Oka: Golden Globes! Yatta!

The Jay: Stereotypes! Yatta!

Reese Witherspoon: I hope Ryan’s watching. I didn’t work out eight times a week, cut sugar, salt, bread and water from my diet and spray on my human face just to get hit on by Warren Beatty when Annette’s in the bathroom.

Sienna Miller: I am such a train wreck.

Ali Larter: Don’t look at me. My shit’s bangin’ and my show rules! Love and kisses to Jude. Oh wait, forget that…

patrick dempsey mcdreamyPatrick Dempsey: Seriously, the hair? Looks good?

Tom Hanks: It looks great. Trust me, I would know.

Patrick Dempsey: I need a mirror! Stat!

Eddie Murphy: Finally, I’m more popular than Charlie. I’m Eddie Murphy, bitch. The Darkness has arrived!

Angelina Jolie: You get one hour Brad, then it’s back to Cambodia. I mean it. The orphaned babies need me.

Brad Pitt: Fine! Can I go play with George now? Pleeeeease?

Angelina Jolie: I miss Billy Bob.

Hugh Grant: I can’t believe I started my career nailing Julianne Moore and Julia Roberts and now I’m trying convincing the world I want to shag Drew Barrymore. Where did it all go wrong?

Drew Barrymore: I can’t believe I started my career nailing Chris O’Donnell and Adam Sandler and now I get to bone Hugh Grant! I must have don’t something right.

Jennifer Lopez: I am still relevant! I’m the face of Latin Entertainment.

America Ferrarra: Sure you are sweetie. Sure you are.

Meryl Streep: Put my Globe in the car, fetch me a martini and get Gyllenhaal boy’s phone number. That’s all.

Hillary Swank: Remember everybody, I’m still a girl. That fact has not changed. And I’m still single. Line it up, boys! Oh, hi Jack! Nice to see you, too…

Bangarang!

15 People Who Make MY America Great

Last week Newsweek magazine came out with a cover story called “15 People Who Make America Great“. This is all well and good except for one thing: Brad Pitt excluded, I don’t know who the hell any of them are. How exactly do they make America great if the average American (and I proudly consider myself average) has no earthly idea they even exist? As intrigued as I am by the idea that there is an easily corralled group of people that are doing real, altruistic good for this country on a day to day basis, I couldn’t get around the fact that I couldn’t relate to anyone in the group. Not a one of them, Papa Pitt included, affect my life on a day-to-day basis. And further more, none of them affect any type of change that echoes in my personal world.

And then there’s the question of what defines “making America great”. What America are we talking about here? Are we talking about a specific segment of people like the homeless community living in every major city? The GLBT community currently being repressed and marginalized? The affluent white people living in the hilltop mansions in Malibu and the Hamptons? The undereducated Midwest? Or are we talking about all Americans rolled up into one big, multi-cultural, very rank USA Ball? Just how exactly are we defining the America that these 15 people are supposedly improving?

Those two problems have stuck with me since I first read about the article online more than five days ago. Now I’m going to tell you a secret, one that I don’t often like to share because it engenders odd looks in whoever I tell it to. I am apathetic to pretty much anything that doesn’t affect me on a day-to-day basis. I don’t read the newspaper, I get my news from the Daily Show (when I even watch it, which is barely occasionally), I live in LA, which means my world view pretty much begins and ends with US Weekly, and I don’t have an opinion about the war in Iraq. More pointedly, while I have a good friend who is the Associate Producer for the new documentary “Who Killed the Electric Car”, and have another friend who is campaigning to put a Hybrid in every driveway in the country, I desperately want to buy an SVU. And again, I proudly consider myself an average American. So color me surprised that nearly a week later I am left irritated by a self-serving human interest story in a magazine I would never even pick up in a grocery store if it didn’t have an A-List celebrity on the cover.

I spent some time thinking about it and came to a conclusion: I am still bothered by the piece because I do have pride for this country, but that my pride is directly related to the America that I create in my own life. One of the great things about this country is our ability to create the environment we want and to not have to deviate that environment for anything short of an earthquake. Or whatever natural disaster that tends to befall your area of the country. I live in Los Angeles, so my environment is one of entertainment. My brother lives in Boston and goes to a musical school, so his environment is collegiate and musical and he loves it. And on and on. What I’m getting at is that the Newsweek piece is an intriguing concept, but has a misguided execution. They really should have called the piece “15 Random People Who Make America Great”, so as to unify readers behind their selections. But by claiming that these 15 people are THE 15 people for everyone in the country is ignorant and oft putting.

This is a concept that screams for personalization. Which would solve both of the problems I posited earlier. Creating my own list would not only define my personal environment, but also what America I believe in. Those 15 people would be the real “15 People Who Make America Great”, but specifically for me. And not ten minutes after I decided to make the list, I was done. They came so quickly I surprised myself. Merely off the top of my head I was able to name the group of people that most affect my life in a positive way. And that’s when I realized I’m not as apathetic as I thought. I’m just selfish. But that’s OK, because being selfish is a wholly American quality. Told you I was an average American.

So here’s my list of “The 15 People Who Make MY America Great” (in no particular order).

1. Steve Jobs – From the iPod I use to listen to music, to the iBook I’m typing this post on, to the trailers I watch on Quicktime, to the chat program I use to talk to friends, Steve Jobs is responsible, directly or indirectly for all of them. As my friend Tim puts it, he brings large scale technology to the masses, and does it in a positive way. I couldn’t agree more. It also helps his case that he funds Pixar, currently the best production company on the planet. He is also now essentially running Disney, which gives me assurance that the company who owns my childhood may continue to bring joy to kids around the world, for decades to come, instead of continuing to sell corporate greed the way they’ve been doing for the last decade. If I was watching that Pirates of Silicon Valley movie when it first came out I would have so been rooting for Anthony Michael Hall / Bill Gates (and not just because Hall is Farmer Ted). But now, if it showed up on TNT at three in the morning, I’d be all about Noah Wyle.

2. Marc Cuban – Despite knowing nothing about the film industry, having no creative spark of any kind, and being a pretty big blowhard, he is doing more good for the world of entertainment that almost anyone not named George Lucas. He bought the Landmark Cinema chain, and is restoring each theater. As well, he is exhibiting indie movies that would never have gotten theatrical distribution under any circumstances. Through his 2929 Entertainment production label he is funding interesting, experimental cinema like: Goodnight, and Good Luck, Bubble, Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room, and the underrated John C. Reilly movie Criminal. He is one of the leading proponents of digital cinema. He runs a highly entertaining basketball team. And he’s a complete blowhard. He rules.

3. Reed Hastings – Is on this list for one simple, beautiful reason: He created Netflix.

4. Aaron Sorkin – Beyond creating, writing and producing two of my favorite television shows in the world, his work has most inspired me as a writer. His masterful grasp of dialogue drives me to work harder. And his ability to write complex, adult stories that appeal to people who don’t even understand them (Let’s face it, The West Wing was a pretty Byzantine show even when it was talking about simple stuff.) is a marvel in today’s dumb-down entertainment. But moreover, he’s on my list because for a time in 2000-2001 Sorkin made me care about politics, and take an active interest in the things that were going on around me. I didn’t think I’d like that, but I was wrong. He taught me more about civic duty, domestic policy and the ways and means of modern government than any half rate college course ever could.

And really, how can I not include him when he gave me lines of dialogue like this: “I gotta tell ya, at this point the length of this conversation is way out of proportion to my interest in it.”

5. Jenna Jameson – Brought porn to the mainstream. Runs an excellent MySpace page. Has given me hours of, um, nighttime good times. Was the only reason to see the Howard Stern movie. Did I mention she helped legitimize porn? Which is good if you have a girlfriend and want to keep your, um collection. Who doesn’t love Jenna Jameson?

6. Kevin Smith – For his accessibility and for the way he inspired average slackers to cling to their dreams of becoming filmmakers. For giving us Jay and Silent Bob and for being the real reason Good Will Hunting was made (and subsequently the career of Ben Affleck). For being sharp, smart and funny and making no apologies for it. For Clerks: The Cartoon Series and An Evening With Kevin Smith. For stopping Jon Peters from putting a giant metal spider in the new Superman movie and for refusing to do the new Fletch movie without Jason Lee. Hell, for giving us Jason Lee. He makes me want to be a better writer. And he’s living proof that you can get by on your wits and wit alone.

7. My MySpace Top 12 – This one’s a no-brainer. Everyone should have friends and family on their list of 15 People. Log on to MySpace, bring up my profile and take a look at My Top 12 friends. Those are the immediate people in my life that matter to me and make my America great. My Mom, Dad and brothers are not on MySpace, otherwise they’d be there too. But them, Nina, Andy, Tim, Lena, Dimo, Galvez and all the rest deserve to be on this list. Also, they would have killed me if I put, like, Dan Marino on the list instead of them.

8. Zach Braff – The soundtrack for Garden State alone makes him worthy of this list. But he’s also responsible for the best Natalie Portman role she will ever have. He’s the star of my favorite sitcom (Scrubs). And his next movie looks like a continuation of the themes of Garden State, and not a cheap cash-in he so easily could have done. His career is one I’d like to emulate. Especially the part where he made out with Natalie Portman in the rain.

9. The Gossip Bloggers – They bring joy to my life by taking the joy away from celebrities. I read Defamer, Egotastic and The Superficial every day. They inform me of the goings on of Britney, Paris, TomKat and all the rest, and they remind me that the goal isn’t to be a celebrity, cause those people suck, but to be someone who actually works and does good work. Plus, they show pictures of hot actresses in bikinis. I’m a simple man; it doesn’t take much to make me a happy American man. But Jessica Alba beach pictures will do it.

10. Jon Stewart – I really want to be sincere about putting him on this list, but I just can’t. I watch his show, I learn about current events, but I don’t really care. Secretly, if no one ever read this list, number 10 would actually look like this:

10. Ryan Seacrest – For making it OK for me to like being clean, like wearing clothes that match, like having stuff in my hair, like rocking the three day stubble and like crappy pop music. Sure he may be a national joke, and he certainly isn’t as important a public figure as Jon Stewart, but dammit, he brings me American Idol. At a certain point you have to give up your pretension and just say thank you for that!

11. Tom – He helped create MySpace, which has made communicating with friends and random hot girls so much easier. I have found old friends, reconnected with people I long since wrote off, and read the innermost personal thoughts of people I had no interest in learning more about. I get to see pictures of friends, I get to say I have Jenna Jameson and Kevin Smith as friends, I get to spy on ex-girlfriends and I get to pimp my website. It’s a good service, and if it didn’t exist I don’t know how I’d keep all my friends.

12. Bill Simmons – If there’s one person that has influenced me the most in my career, it would be Bill Simmons. His work as The Sports Guy on Digital City Boston and now on ESPN.com made me realize that I could be successful as a humorist; that I could reach an audience of people who were clamoring for like-minded content. And he also taught me about sports. Which for a guy who has watched fifteen years of football but couldn’t tell you what a 4-3 Defense is to save his life, is definitely a good thing. He got me excited about following baseball and basketball. He taught me how to gamble on Football. He clued me in on how to do Las Vegas the real way (lots of gambling, lots of Jack and Cokes, very little strippers). But mostly he taught me that my voice is all that matters. And that if my voice was strong enough, like James Earl Jones would say, “People will come”. More than 150,000 people have read my work since I launched TheJay.com, and in it’s core form, that accomplishment belongs to Bill Simmons.

13. Tom Cruise – You have to laugh at something, and for me, Tom Cruise is that something. I don’t know why he decided to go off the reservation, but I’m grateful for it. Whenever I start envying those jackass millionaire actors who seemingly have it all, The Cruiser reminds me that they’re all nuts and married to zombies, and I start liking my life a little better. Also Jerry Maguire, Collateral, A Few Good Men, Minority Report and Risky Business kick ass.

14. Lance Armstrong – He’s inspirational in a way that seems completely irrational. No one in this country cared about cycling (even the people who do the sport) until Lance Armstrong lost a ball and started winning the Tour de France. His resiliency and determination to beat his illness has helped people draw strength in their own fights against disease. Also, nailed Sheryl Crow and invented those bracelet. That bracelet that I see on every other person, yet I have no idea to get for myself. And whenever I ask someone, “Hey, where’d you get the Livestrong bracelet?”, none of them can tell me. It’s the strangest phenomenon. It’s as if Armstrong created the little yellow rubber thing, flew up into the atmosphere like Superman, dropped a half ton of them and people started finding them in the street. It’s inexplicable, but then again, so is finding inspiration in a guy that rides a bicycle (and wasn’t in the movie Rad).

15. Steven Spielberg – Aside from creating the childhood fantasies of 80% of the kids in the 80’s, he also grows a sweet beard. Aside from continuing to further the technological advancement of film and digital cinema, he also makes small, non-CGI based personal movies. Aside from all the charities he donates to, he also has adopted five children, all from impoverished areas (suck on that Brangelina!). And aside from the fact that he is our greatest living movie director, he’s also apparently a heck of a nice guy. And seriously, he’s Steven freaking Spielberg. If he doesn’t make mine and everyone else’s America great, then I don’t know how does.

Bangarang!

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Celebrity Well Wishes For Brangelina and Shiloh the Infangelina

As always here at The Jay, we like to take the time to honor and celebrate the birth of celebrity off-spring. And there’s no better way to do that then by supposing what some other big name celebrities might be saying to the proud, new parents. Assuming of course that Namibia even has postal service. Or electricity to read the letters once they arrive. Or, you know, if Brad and Angie’s aren’t too busy hiding from lions, or keeping Shiloh away from hungry Hyena’s. Or establishing democracy. Something charitable that Angie loves so much and Brad tolerates because she’s Angelina Jolie.

Know what? We’ll just assume they’ll read the well-wishes when they return to Malibu to raise they’re new family in Tabloidland. Congratulations to Brangelina and Shiloh-Nouvel, on behalf of TheJay.com and the following celebrities.

Vince Vaughn – Alright, let me be the first to say congratulations. You get one vagina for the rest of your life. And three kids now, too. Real smart, Brad. Way to work it through. But seriously, as far as being a father, I don’t want you to be the guy in the PG-13 movie everyone’s really hoping makes it happen. I want you to be like the guy in the rated R movie, you know, the guy you’re not sure whether or not you like yet. You’re not sure where he’s coming from. Okay? You’re a bad man. You’re a bad man, Brad. You’re a bad man, bad man. Say hi to the baby for me, I’ll be over here, not at all balling your ex-wife. Also, go see The Break-Up, now in theatres.

George Clooney – I guess this means I’m gonna win the Most Groupies Banged On Set Award when we go shoot Oceans Thirteen. Clooney, with the win!

Catherine Zeta-Jones – Brad darling, I’m just gonna ask you, cause I’m curious, the English can be curious from time to time. If Ocean’s Twelve had done better, would you have picked me? Darling, I’m not saying I would have gone for it, I’m just saying the Cryptkeeper can’t possibly last much longer, if you catch my sweet drift. Did you see his last movie? It was like an ad for geritol. Bratherine? Catherad? BradZeta? Catherine Zeta-Jones-Douglas-Pitt! Hmm… Oh Michael dear!

Tom Cruise – Wooo!! Fatherhoood!!! It’s so great huh, buddy? Been a long time since our vampire movie. You wouldn’t let me talk you into coming down to the center, and I respect that. But I’m proud of you for staying strong. But how about we get together and talk about the kid coming down. We can do wonders for child development; getting rid of infantile disease, infantile drug use, we can manipulate her DNA. Heck, I’ll even let her play with little Suri. That kid can – (SIRENS BLARE IN THE BACKGROUND) Ah, dammit. Brad, I gotta go, the KatieBot’s trying to escape again. The fourth time this week. You’d think she’d have learned by know. KAAATIIIIE!

James Haven (Angelina’s Brother) – How about a kiss for the new mother?

Tyler Durden – Shiloh was the beginning, now it’s moved out of the basement, it’s called Project Mayhem.

Edward Norton – I just wanted to say congrats for bagging Angelina, cause that means that I really bagged Angelina, right? Wait, if you’re in Namibia, does that mean that I’m in Namibia? Oh shit. I am Jack’s West Nile virus.

Gwyneth Paltrow – Just by the by, I would have never made you move to Africa. London, maybe, but at least they have running water and yoga mats. As a gift for your new child, I had my husband write you a song. You know my husband, right? Kind of successful, kind of cool. In a little band called COLDPLAY? Enjoy Africa, Brad. I hear Namibia is for lovers. And THE PLAGUE!

Suri Cruise – Brad, Angelina, it’s me, little Suri. I tripped the alarm to get him out of here for a minute. You’ve gotta help us. Please, we’ll do anything. It’s worse than you know. The tests they make me take. Do you watch Lost? You know the Others? These guys are worse. Please, my Mom is a good person. At least I think she is, I don’t get to see her much, they keep her in the tank most of the day. He’s coming back, I don’t have much time. Help me Brangelina, you’re our only hope.

Julia Roberts – I wish I had the time to say a few nice words to your new family, but I’m just so busy, what with my blinding success on Broadway. Those Tony Awards commitments are pretty strict. Wait, what, I didn’t get nominated for a Tony Award? And no one is coming to see my show? Not even if I unleash the mega-watt chiclets? And now no one wants me in their movie? Not even Clooney? … well then. Seems I have some time on my hands. Congratulations on the new baby! I hope it’s more of a success than The Mexican.

Billy Bob Thornton – Can I just say how glad I am I never knocked you up, Angie. Could you imagine trying to talk my redneck ass into moving to Namibia? Seriously? Do they even have Orange food over there? I would have starved to death! Enjoy Africa, the plague, the kid and your vacant-eyed boytoy, but remember, I still have the pictures, I still have the blood vials, I still have the knives and I still have the contract for your soul. That lease don’t run out for quite some time. I’ll be waiting…

Jennifer Aniston – I don’t want to talk about the past, and all that stuff that happened. I’m beyond it, I’ve moved on, I’ve got a number one movie, I am good. Wait, what, People Magazine wants to do a cover story? … Brad hurt me! I am in so much pain! I don’t think I’ll ever get over our relationship! Also, go see The Break-Up, now in theatres.

Robert Redford – You’re a lucky man, Brad. They say you’re the new Redford, but I don’t know, I kind of wish it were the other way around. In my time, there were no tens. I had to nail Barbra Streisand; there was no one else! And here, you get Angelina Jolie. It’s just not fair. You got the money, the girl and the abs and I’ll I have is pockmarks and an over hyped film festival. Maybe Newman will agree to the Butch Cassidy sequel and I can cast Scarlet Johansson. An old guy can dream…

Colin Farrell – Shiloh, I congratulate you and I envy you. Angie was my Mom for a time, and let me tell you, fucking fantastic, man! Sponge baths, cuddling, fucking breast feeding like there was no tomorrow! It was fucking wild man! Woo, miss that girl. She still have that little mole on her- well, heh, you’ll find out. When you get the chance, tell her little Colin says “goo goo”, she’ll know what it means.

Jon Voight – Shiloh, it’s your Grandpa. I don’t think I’ll be seeing you anytime soon, so make Mommy put on the first Tomb Raider movie so you’ll know what I look like. Or turn on any of the talk shows, chances are I’ll be on pimping your birth and trying to get some publicity for myself. I love you, kid, even if your hot Mother doesn’t think so.

God – With parents like that, I didn’t have to lift a finger. I just sat back and watched reruns of Laguna Beach. That’s how the G-O-D rolls.

Sean Preston Spears – Hey Shiloh, what up, it’s me, little Sean P. What say you, me and Suri hook up for a little kiddie three-way. Think about it. I got mad baby pleasing skills. My Dad’s been teaching me some tricks. Holla atcha boy, playgirl!

Bangarang!

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Celebrity Well Wishes For Tom, Katie and Suri the TomKitten

We here at TheJay.com (and by we I mean “me“) would like to extend our deepest congratulations to Suri Cruise, the newest member of the Church of Scientology. May her rise of the levels of Thetan be quick and clean, and long may she wave her Xenuian flag, proud to be free of prescription narcotics, psychiatry, dyslexia, bulimia, athlete’s foot, genital warts, Icee-induced brain freeze and all the other things that the Church claims their religion can cure. L Ron would sure be proud to know that his teachings have helped to inspire a generation of celebrities to donate ten percent of their gross yearly income in order to learn a new way of life that is violently opposed to the natural order. And that those same celebrities have rallied around one celebrity icon, leading the charge for societal acceptance. And that his efforts have resulted in the first celebrity baby Scientologist. Yes, there’s nothing better than forced religion, especially a weird one. No doubt the other kids in the playground will have little ammunition to pick on Suri with, what with her uber-famous father, her uber-zombie mother, her family’s vast fortune, general public ridicule, the expectations of an entire religion, and finally, her not-at-all freaky first name.

Oh yeah, and congratulations to the Mom and Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Batshit Crazy Tom Cruise. They must be so proud to have brought their hoax / beard / religious icon / robot / pod baby into this world. I’m sure they will make fine parents some day. Or at least hire a competent Scientologist nanny. Cigars for everyone! But don’t get addicted to nicotine. The Church doesn’t have a cure yet for the sweet, deathly weed.

It’s ironic (in that Alanis Morissette kinda way) that a devout Scientologist and a formerly devote Catholic would name their baby after a Hebrew word. I guess it’s anything you can do to get back in the good graces of Papa Spielberg, eh Cruise?

But don’t listen to me, I’m quite cynical (No, it’s true. But thanks for coming to my defense.). I have compiled a group of congratulations comments from friends and acquaintances of the Cruise family. Take a read on what some of Hollywood’s most famous people are saying about the baby of the year (At least until Brangelina pops out their Namibian freakshow golden baby, sometime in mid-June.).

John Travolta: Tommy, from one Level Three Thetan to another, congratulations. He will make a fine Xenuian descendant of L. Ron. Wanna make out?

Renee Zellweger: Whatever you do Katie, just make sure the lawyers put a Fraud clause in the pre-nup. Trust me on this one.

Brad Pitt: Seriously, Tom, how do you get Katie to stay so quiet? I can’t get Angie to shut her trap for five minutes; always going on and on about starving Africans and poor Cambodian mine fields. I don’t care. I’m from Missouri, Tom! The most I want to say to a girl is “Where’s my bud?” And now we’re having the kid, who to be honest may not even be mine, in some country called Namibia. I don’t even know where that is. Where am I? Can’t I just go home? Is this really my punishment for leaving Jennifer. She wasn’t even that great to begin with. Always had this slight stench of… Ross on her. Help me Tom, you’re my only hope.

Josh Hartnett: Katie, I’ll admit, when you left me for Tom without so much as a Blackberry text, I was pretty bummed. But now, the way I see it, you have at best traded sideways. Where as I, most definitely traded, UP. So, you know, no hard feelings.

Nicole Kidman: I guess my lawyer is just better than yours, Katie. We adopted. Best of luck with your new, small baby. And I do mean small. Troll spawn don’t often reach the heights of giants. Or even of normal people.

Chris Klein: Yeah, I know, I’m a jerk and a world-class, world-renowned sleazeball. But at least when I was dating Katie I let her say more than two words at a time AND let her get naked on-screen. So the way I see it, I’m probably square with the big guy up stairs. And with most of the fifteen year-olds who saw The Gift not knowing Katie was gonna unleash the wonder twins. Booyah, I tapped that hard, good and great. I rule.

Steven Spielberg: Congratulations, Tom. A baby is a wonderful thing to bring into the world. I would know, Kate and I have adopted seventeen of them. You know, I also like to consider my films to be my babies. Which I think makes it so hard to deal with the fact that you gave our War of the Worlds the equivalent of the black death. It may not last a decade in the minds of the audiences. So thanks Tom, for killing our baby. Hopefully you won’t do the same to yours. Now if you’ll excuse me, the Master must tend to his new reality show. Coming this fall on FOX!

Scarlet Johansson: Poor Katie. I am so glad that isn’t me.

Jessica Alba: You’re telling me!

Cuba Gooding Jr.: SHOW ME THE BABY! Sorry Tom, thought it might convince you to do Jerry Maguire 2. I really need the work. Nobody’s returning my calls. And they gave my Snow Dogs sequel to that cracker from the car-racing movie. Maybe I can pawn my Oscar. Nah, it hasn’t been worth anything since I made Chill Factor.

Michelle Williams: I wish I had done more on the Creek, Katie. I know we had our differences, what with you being more famous than me at the time, but if I had known what you would be going though now, I would have done things differently. We’re mothers now. Well, I mean, I’m a mother. You’re more of a surrogate to a Miracle Baby, but the point remains the same. Girls who used to work together, who also gave birth to the babies of pampered, slightly loopy actors must stick together. It’s all we have. Me, you and that little Asian girl Nicolas Cage bought in The Valley.

Britney Spears: Wow, ya’ll! Suri, that’s a cute name. I didn’t know you had an Indian baby. That’s so cool, Tom. If I could have chosen, I would have had a black baby, but Kevin and I don’t know how to do that. Kids are hard, ya’ll. There always falling off things when you’re not looking, and trying to drive your car without a car seat or seat belt. Kids are out of control. The real problem is the parents. So you be good to your little Indian girl. Ya hear?

Jack Nicholson: You want well wishes? You want well wishes? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE WELL WISHES! Son, we live in a world that has real religions. And those religions need to be guarded. Guarded against scientologists. Whose gonna do it? You Tom? You, zombie girl with the rack? I didn’t think so. I’d rather you just said I’m sorry, and went on your way. Best to Paula Wagner and the kids. Love Jack.

Val Kilmer: You can be my son’s play date anytime.

Jamie Foxx: HEEEEY!! HOOOO!!! You made it do what it do. HEEEYYY!! HOOOO!!! Here’s a gift for little baby. My CD, Unpredictable, in stores now. Love you, Big Cruisey. Holla atcha boy!

Brooke Shields: Born on the same day, huh? Man Tom, you are just so good at publicity. Stealing the spotlight of the birth of MY baby by having your own? What did you do? When you heard I was giving birth did you start stepping on Katie’s stomach? Did you inject her with some mutant Scientology not-drug that pushes the kid out faster, cures her of heroine and depression and cleanses her of dyslexia? Because I know you can do that.

Sean Penn: IS THAT YOUR BABY IN THERE? IS THAT YOUR BABY IN THERE? No seriously, in the crib, is that your baby in there? She’s cute. Good job, Tom.

Penelope Cruz: Garble, garble. Unintelligible accent, garble, Matthew’s abs are better, garble, Spanish curse word, control freak, deadly Spanish curse word, garble, garble. Como se dice? Congratulations Tommy. I’m glad it wasn’t me.

Stanley Kubrick: Don’t look at me, I’m dead. I make fifteen classic movies, and our goddamn sex movie gave me a heart attack. It took two years and a real live, honest-to-god sex doctor to make you believable having sex with your OWN wife, who I might add, was Nicole freakin Kidman. So, pardon me if I roll around in my grave a bit at the thought you knocked up that poor little girl within days of meeting her.

Sean Preston Spears: Stick with me, Suri. I know a great therapist. Been seeing him since I was born. We’ll keep it a secret from your pops.

Julia Roberts: Congratulations, Tom. You know it’s funny. I distinctly remember doing this movie where a rich guy paid my character a large sum of money to pretend I was his girlfriend, and to disguise who I really was. But we never had a baby together. I guess this is the sequel, huh? Hope she settled for more than I did. Inflation’s gone up since 1991.

L.Ron Hubbard: Tom, Katherine, Little Baby Zort, I mean Suri, warmest wishes from your beyond the grave Thetan leader. Now I have a bedtime story for little Suri. Many, many years ago there was a writer named Herman Melville, who wrote a book called Moby Dick. When the book was released it was a huge success, a bestseller for its age. Some time after the release of the book Oxford University invited Melville to speak at a roundtable discussion of the themes and elements of his book. The discussion was led by a slew of the finest minds in all of England. They instantly began peppering the writer with in-depth questions about the philosophical and metaphysical elements of Moby Dick. They wanted to know if the journey of Ahab was a meta-reference to the downward spiral of western intelligence. They asked if the color of the whale was a sub-textual representation of the ills of Mother England. And so on. The questions kept coming, and kept getting more deep and complex. After a time Melville raised his hand and silenced the panel. He gave a little smile, looked up and told the geniuses of the world: “Guys, it’s just a book about a guy chasing a whale.”

Congratulations on the newest addition to your family. And remember Tom, sometimes it really is just a book.

Bangarang!

Ten Sequels I Would Love To See

I love me some sequels. I love them when they’re done well, I love them when they’re cheesy. Heck, I even love them when they’re downright sacrilegious. There’s just something about the idea of “getting the band back together” that makes me smile. Sometimes it’s because I know the entire cast hates each other, but they all need a hit. Sometimes it’s because I know they all got paid a truckload of money.

(Money sequels make for great drinking games. For example, in the upcoming Scary Movie 4, drink every time Anna Faris looks like she wants to kill her agent for convincing her to sign up for a THIRD sequel to this crappy movie franchise. That girl was in Brokeback Mountain. She deserves better.)

And sometimes, it’s because the cast and crew had such a good time making the original movie that they wanted to do it all again. These are my favorite sequels to watch because the joy is written all over everyone’s faces. Let’s face it, most stars look bored on-screen. They get that look in their eyes whenever it’s not their coverage, that look that says “Wait, do I get paid tomorrow? I’m gonna be me some DVD’s. Or a hooker“. But when actors look like they’re having fun, it makes you have fun. Ocean’s Twelve may have sucked great big donkey balls, but you have to admit, it was kind of cool seeing everyone try to hide their smiles. And avoid Catherine Zeta-Jones (Could there have been any more love loss between Clooney and CZJ? That Intolerable Cruelty set must have been some picnic).

So with my big fat love for all things sequel, color me thrilled to find that most every studio is now licensing out their successful brands to make cheap Direct-To-DVD sequels. Yeah, it’s a little bit like whoring out your own children. And yeah, it kind off takes a great piece of entertainment and cheapens it’s legacy, but look on the bright side, at least it keeps the Eddie Furlong’s and C. Thomas Howell’s of the world off the streets. What would you rather have, a boring, run of the mill life where we never get to see the further adventures of Beethoven the Dog or Air Bud, or would you like to have a life filled with three American Pie sequels and nine Police Academy movies? Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Now I’ll agree, not all cheap movie sequels are a good idea. The Sandlot 2 was like a celluloid vise, squeezing the joy of my childhood out of me. And watching The Cutting Edge 2 was like taking a razor to my man parts and then driving over a pothole, you just take your chances that your junk won’t end up too badly injured (Toepick!). But I actually enjoyed parts of the Crow sequels, I loved Bring It On Again, and I have a soft spot in my heart for Species 3, if only because I was an extra on that movie. Also, all the kick ass Sunny Mabrey nudity (NSFW) (By the way, she is crazy hot in person and dumb as rocks to boot. If she doesn’t become the next Heather Graham, then Hollywood and her agent have failed her.).

And it seems as if the rest of the world is finally catching up to my love for gratuitous, crappy sequels. I ran across this website the other day: DVDSequels.com. It’s pretty much required of me to love any website whose main piece of content is a large advertisement for Hollow Man 2. I mean if you can’t love Christian Slater calling sloppy seconds on a bad Kevin Bacon movie, then what can you love? While you’re taking a quick look at that site let me put a few quick sequel rumors to bed. Back to the Future 4 is NOT happening. Michael J. Fox has gone on record saying he won’t do it. Butterfly Effect 2 will not have Ashton in it. Matthew Broderick is stupidly refusing to return for Wargames 2 (How awesome is that going to be? Putting that movie out today is the biggest no-brainer since Spider-Man 2). And as much as I would love to see it, Patrick Swayze is not coming back for Roadhouse 2.

But all that is OK by me. I actually enjoy seeing different actors take the reins from the original (better) stars. How much fun was it to see Mila Kunis from That 70’s Show try to approximate Christian Bale in American Psycho 2? It was hilarious. And if you haven’t seen Jay Hernandez try to channel Al Pacino in Carlito’s Way 2, then gosh, I just feel sorry for you. That was like two hours of perfect unintentional comedy.

Seeing the list of upcoming DVD sequels got me thinking about the movies I’d really love to see sequelized. If they can make a sequel to Wrong Turn, unequivocally the worst horror movie in a decade (And yes, I’m counting Hostel), then why couldn’t they make a sequel to say… Hackers. Or Gone in 60 Seconds? Or even the Jennifer Lopez new classic spousal abuse drama, Enough? OK, forget the J. Lo sequel, that one’s never going to happen. But it still makes you think. If they can make a sequel to the frickin Sandlot, then Hollywood can (and will) do anything.

Here is a list of ten sequels I’d like to see. And if I was in charge, what they’d be about:

Top Gun 2: Maverick’s Gone Crazy

After ten years of calm, blissful, completely non-psychotic marriage, Maverick (Tom Cruise) inexplicably dumps Charlie (Because Kelly McGillis is a man!). He flirts with the idea of spending some quiet time with Ice Man, but ultimately shacks up with a young naval pilot that had showed a lot of promise in the academy. They start dating and things go wrong. What at first appeared to be Maverick just having an off day, turns into something much worse. He starts laying missiles into mountains, doing fly-bys over major airports, and engaging commuter planes likes they’re bogies. Basically, Maverick’s Gone Crazy.

Meanwhile, the new girlfriend (code name Joey) starts losing all her talent. She can’t fly, she can’t learn, and only in the presence of Maverick can she speak. In the end, Maverick hijacks an experimental B3 bomber, makes Joey his wingman, and they take on the entire Iraqi airforce, killing many evildoers, before ultimately getting shot down over enemy airspace. Nearing death and fearing capture, Maverick pushes a hidden button on his jumpsuit and a secret group of protectors helicopter in and save the crazy couple. They are airlifted to the group’s secret hiding place (located in Hollywood, off of Franklin and Vermont), and are last seen teaching Joey to be quiet during the upcoming birth of what will inevitably be a psychiatrist’s wet dream. Could there be a little Maverick on the way? Find out in Top Gun 3: Maverick’s New (Silent) Wingman!

Swingers 2: Mikey F’s Up Another Relationship

Mikey just can’t seem to get it right. He screwed up with that hottie from Starbucks and eventually even ruined his relationship with hottie Heather Graham. He just can’t get a break. Meanwhile, Trent is swinging from the rafters after pulling down the supreme beautiful baby, a big time Hollywood actress who recently divorced a heartthrob. In between bouts of Xbox Madden 2006 and trips to Sky Bar, the Swingers boys again try to navigate the trials and tribulations of the LA dating scene. Ultimately Mikey does find a new girl (played by the luminescent Rachel McAdams, in what can only be described as a charity role), and they begin a cute little relationship. He ruins it again, however, when he obsessively sends messages and comments to her MySpace page. She ends it, and we fade out as Mike tries picking up whores over the internet; a bittersweet, yet realistic take on love in Los Angeles.

Eight More Days A Week

Keri Russell is back as the object of every geek’s lust. In this less-charming sequel to the classic original, a new geek (played by Adam Brody) decides to spend a year camped out in front of her house in an attempt to win her love. But Keri has learned her lesson. Instead of tolerating him for the entire movie, she bangs him on the first night, gives him the clap and sends him home. With the geek out of the way, Keri can devote herself full time to the pursuit of her one true love (no, not Scott Speedman), renowned internet humorist The Jay. It’s the happiest ending ever put to film. Ever.

Clerks 2

Uh, wait… nevermind.

Mean Girls 2: Nice Equals Dumb

Cady (Lindsay Lohan) is now in college, and scheming for popularity once again. When her antics turned her into the most popular girl in school, she decided to switch completely to the dark side for College. Losing weight, doing coke, banging frat boys and appearing trashy in all the campus newspapers, it looks like Lindsay, I mean Cady, has finally gone over the edge. Only a visit from her old friend Regina Jacobs (Rachel McAdams, doing more charity work), can help her to snap back to reality, pull her off the drugs, get her to eat a cheeseburger, die her hair red again and stop crashing her car into everything. Only time will tell if Cady can become the cool, full-figured redhead that American first fell for. Only time will tell…

Hackers 2: Bloggers United

Crash Override (Johnny Lee Miller) has been taken down by the evil Pitt virus, leaving him stranded in a suburb with no DSL connection. Now it’s up to Acid Burn (Angelina Jolie) and her team of hackers (Who compete to have the most friends on MySpace, natch.) to unite the world of bloggers in a last ditch attempt to save Crash from a fate worse than death: Life without the possibility of internet porn.

Gone in 60 Seconds: The Fall of Sharon Stone

This hyper-intense sequel to the fast moving Nic Cage remake follows Sharon Stone as she accepts a bet to steal 50 movie roles from more-deserving actresses, all in one night. She steals 49 (including roles from Meryl Streep and Julia Roberts), but is thwarted in her attempt to capture the 50th role, the ever elusive sequel to Basic Instinct. At first she gets the role and thinks she’s fine, but soon she crashes headlong into the box office wall. She was not wearing a career seat belt. And she was never heard from again.

Dodgeball 2: Handball Revenge

The big red balls bounce like crazy as Vince Vaughn and the wacky underdogs from Joe’s Gym attempt to win the Las Vegas Handball Torunament. In Handball, there’s only two rules: Only one hand serves, with no tag ins! And no waterfalls! The Joe’s take on Ben Stiller and some fifth graders in a battle royal finale where winner takes all!

Mr. and Mrs. Smith 2: Death of Brangelina

The Smiths find themselves facing off again after their marriage is found to be a tabloid scam. With each one jockeying for prime Us Weekly cover position, only one Smith will come away standing, and with the crown of America’s favorite pretty celebrity who broke up a marriage.

Deep Blue Sea 2: Dolphins Attack!

In this gripping second chapter to the classic not at all like Jaws original, Samuel L. Jackson returns as a new billionaire businessman, this time trying to lead a group of divers out of a collapsing Sea World. In the end, with the group’s morale at a dangerous low, he makes an impassioned speech detailing the time he survived having to star in a series of really bad science fiction movies. At the height of his speech, with everyone’s hopes high, a dolphin jumps out of the water and eats him. It’s pretty funny.

And so they decide to carry on his legacy, his final wishes. And what were those final wishes?

He wants these Muthafuckin’ dolphins off this Muthafuckin’ Sea World!

Bangarang!