Sinqua Walls

He portrayed Lancelot in ABC's "Once Upon A Time".

All right, so this just struck me. Almost everybody on Once Upon A Time is white. That's fine, it is mostly an amalgamation of European fairy tales, and most people looking for roles in Hollywood are white. What isn't fine... is what has happened to two black characters on the show. Lancelot saved Snow White and protected the survivors of the curse as best he could. He's killed by Cora off screen. Gus, or Billy after being cursed, was one of Cinderella's mice that helped her thwart her step sisters and step mother. He became Billy after being cursed, and was going to go on a date with Ruby. He was killed by Albert Spencer off screen in order to frame Ruby for the murder.

Now, I don't care so much that the characters were murdered. It advanced the plot, whatever. It just so happens that two speaking roles portrayed by African Americans in a European American dominated show got murdered. Is Hollywood racist? Is Once Upon A Time racist? I don't know, but stuff like this bothers me.

Sound off in the comments.

David P. Holveck

He is the CEO of Endo Pharmaceutical Holdings, manufacturers of Percocet.

So, as I am relaxing in bed, allowing the oxycodone to have its way with me... I am suddenly struck with the fact that Giraffes that Americans know from zoos and nature shows are actually a subspecies known as reticulated giraffes. They are reticulated because their spots form a network about their bodies.

When thinking about this, I am reminded of the other famous reticulated animal, the reticulated python.

Then I imagined a cross between the two. It was terrifying.

I really can't tell you how much I want to heal enough to not need to take the percocet any more. Because a pythongiraffe is frickin' demonic.

Abraham Lincoln -or- Electric Six.

What? They're from Detroit.

Demi Moore

Ashton Kutcher is one lucky son of a gun.

So, I am going to take Kim's purple rubber penis, strap it to my forehead, and run around screaming "I'm a rhinoceros".

Hi, Micky!

Edward James Olmos

Watch him in Miami Vice on Hulu.

Well... I am not very creative this after noon, so I am going to fall back on a discordant thought that Kim inspired this morning for me.

Herds of turtles singing The Macarena in Portuguese while Capuchin monkeys smear makeup on their shells.

Yeah... that's all I've got.

Peter Wentz

Women tell me that he's cute.

I'm pretentious, self-assured, vain, and altogether arrogant. I also have a metabolism that allows me to have plenty of energy and vigor on about 1,200 calories a day. I am six feet two inches tall, with dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and I know it.

In all respects, I am a gifted human being. So, generally, on the first meeting with me, people are turned off. So, I don't put much stock in first impressions. Of course, I am not one to be passive in my meetings with new people, but for the most part, I really haven't gotten the whole "hey, this is who I am! Isn't it great?!" sort of message that I want to convey without coming off like a huge bag of used douche.

What this all boils down to, is that I am much more willing to let someone make a complete ass of themselves to me, first thing, and not really hold it against them. Which means that I have made some friends with some awesome people that just don't give much stock in impressing other people.

Still, it bothers me that new folks are put off by my way of living. Oh well, eh?

Fred Durst

I will never forgive him for the travesty that is the Mission Impossible II theme.

I haven't had much to say about myself, recently. I need to get around to figuring out how to be interesting, again. Any ways, Dyna was talking about sex, recently, and well... I guess that's the common denominator, with us all, isn't it? Sex, I mean. The problem is, I'm not all that sexy. Now, don't get me wrong, I am six feet two inches tall with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, the color of the ocean after a storm, but that is beside the point.

I don't really get into a lot of the whole sexing that often. I mean, I like sex, but you know, a pretty girl who can play video games or talk about politics, art, or the unbearable lightness of being for several hours seems like a deeper connection than about forty five minutes of making out, fifteen to twenty minutes of aerobic exercise, and then thirty minutes of post coital play. Oh, and pizza.

I mean, sex really is just plumbing, isn't it? I dunno. I just have to put something up here, the cobwebs were piling up.

Jerry O'Connell

There's nothing secret about his identity....

I have the weirdest dreams. I dreamt that Jerry O'Connell, Jessica Biel, and about four adolescents were making their way in a world after the zombie apocalypse. For a time, they holed up with other survivors in a luxury hotel for environmentalists. It was the first completely self-sustained luxury destination.

Eventually, the zombies find a way in, led by an intelligent, nihilistic, telepathic, green-skinned zombie named George. His only goal is to kill every human he meets, because, unlike regular movie zombies, he and his horde are rotting away, and will be totally dead in a few months.

Yeah.

So, the Biel-O'Connell crew escape the zombies, run into the ruined city, and try to make their escape. This being a dream, George inexplicably intercepts them. All seems lost, but then a sniper takes George out, and the zombies about him lose their sense of purpose.

Then my step-father started fiddling with the batteries to the solar panel, and I woke up.

Discordant thought; Bonus points for anyone who can tell me what the first-sentence quip is from...

Kirsten Dunst

She might be a fine person, but her latest movie is a disappointment.

So, what do you think? Luin did it for me, and it's AWESOME. Any ways, that's all I've got for today, yo.

Wait, how about a discordant thought? Melissa Joan Hart is hot now, so watching "Clarissa Explains it All" is creepy, right?