Bearing a passing resemblance to Jon Heder probably won't get you much in this town, but it's apparently at least good enough to get some wire service shooting gallery time at a porn-star-studded gala where Coolio is the highest-profile guest. Over on his blog, comedian Marc "The Guy Who Lived In A Reasonably Priced Foreign Car For A Week" Horowitz posts this video about his short, but heady, experience breathing the rarefied air of Napoleon Dynamite-level celebrity at prodigiously becocked thespian Ron Jeremy's recent birthday party, during which he enjoyed the brief attention of some adult performers impressed by the belief that they were in the presence of an actual B-lister. Now that the Hollywood event-throwing world has been alerted to this doppelganger in its midst, we imagine that the security at the upcoming Blades of Glory premiere will be air-tight, with Heder himself a likely victim of a red carpet stun-gunning from a hair-triggered publicist who thinks she's just bagged herself an interloping imposter.

The less we say to set up Elephant Larry's video birthday card to Bruce Willis (what, you forgot to send him something?) the better, but after watching it, we're left with the uncomfortable feeling that his agents over at CAA may be a little unhealthily obsessed with numerology. Maybe they like to mix up the usual, boring Satanist human sacrifice approach to representation with a little harmless number-play for certain high-profile clients, just to keep things fresh.

We don't know how or why these two utterly amazing clips of Lily Tomlin and David O. Russell, the headlockingest, Clooney-feudingest director in all of Hollywoodland, sharing a couple of very special moments on the set of I Heart Huckabees (video whose existence on the talent agency tape-swapping black market we first heard about in a Sharon Waxman NY Times piece in 2004—more on that later) have suddenly surfaced on the YouTubes, but here they are, giving us all a taste of the existential cockfight that the Huckabees shoot seems to have been.

You might think that a person who's made a living as a comedienne might have a sense of humor about making an unauthorized cameo as a part-time janitor in an adult bookstore on a popular primetime cartoon series, but, of course, you would be so very, very wrong. A lawsuit filed yesterday reveals that Carol Burnett is suing Fox for the impressive variety of slights Family Guy writers managed to cram into a throwaway gag that lasts just a few seconds—they're nothing if not ruthlessly efficient in their kitchen-sink approach to comedy—on a recent episode of the series, like the misappropriation of her Charwoman character (kids, ask your grandparents!) and her show's theme song, and for turning her signature ear-tugging into something predictably filthy. The cost of Family Guy's "Hey, look, it's Carol Burnett cleaning up after some messy onanists!" bit, if her lawyers get what they want? Over $6 million. Please take a moment to review the above clip of the episode to be better informed about the offenses cited in this explosive legal proceeding.

As St. Patrick's Day rapidly approaches, Irish folks everywhere are getting an early start on wife-beating and gay-bashing. But is everyone else planning to celebrate? We sent The Assimilated Negro and Richard Blakeley out into the wide world to investigate.

Last night, a collection of New York's hottest media stars assembled at the Port Authority Bus Terminal - and this time not just to suck dick for a dollar! No, we were at Leisure Time Bowling for the latest round of NYAMBL matches. We are not ashamed to say that - challenges aside - we kicked some serious ass, rocking the worlds of Jane, Portfolio and new nemesis Comedy Central (nice use of office supplies, fellas). Here's video from the event featuring all your favorites: Richard Blakeley! Intern Kaila! The gay guy from Gridskipper! Hopefully, you'll enjoy it as much as we did. Actually, hopefully a lot more, it was fucking bowling.

Fashion student Catherine Tuck was "just another girl" when she lived in Brazil. Now that she lives in New York, though, she's "just another Brazilian girl." Life is hard when you're tall and pretty and from Brazil! After the jump, Intern Alexis asks Jen Adams, Ben Zelevansky and Christina Kallery to reassure Catherine that she's a special unique snowflake, and also insult her wrap.

• The dumbing down of TV quiz shows [WaPo via LAT]

On The View this morning, Outed-Stars-Of-American Idol's Rights crusader Rosie O'Donnell continued the campaign she began when she lambasted Kelly Ripa for her "homophobic" remarks about rumored fisting-enthusiast Clay Aiken's hands with her thoughts on the all-boy catfight heard round the world last night. (In case you missed it, Simon Cowell urged Ryan Seacrest to emerge from the closet, hinting that their recent mercy-mission might have been the lustiest safari tryst since Robert Redford wooed Meryl Streep in Out Of Africa.) The evidence that Seacrest might be batting for the West Hollywood Powerbottoms is rather compelling, particularly after viewing this Gawker montage of some of the finest pec-carressing moments of his career. Then again, there is evidence pointing to the contrary—particularly this clip of Seacrest modeling Scooby Doo Boxers, something no self-respecting Gay would ever be caught dead in.

It's a sad day for all of us here on Gawker: On this morning's "The View," Rosie O'Donnell promised to never mention Donald Trump (or, as the lady so delicately put it, "that dumptruck") again. Could it be? The greatest conflict of the 21st century cut down in its prime? Oh, wait, these are two of the biggest attention whores in the world today; of course not. As you were.

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The second gayest moment alive happened when Regis Philbin offered to spot Anderson Cooper at the Reebok Sports Club. Then, Anderson Cooper told about it on TV and that was the first gayest moment alive.

While comedian Richard Jeni's suicide was obviously hard on longtime friend and frequent Houston's dining companion Chris Rock, he made sure to work up to the Acceptance stage of grief before taking a seat on David Letterman's couch so as not to bring down the show with depressing sentiment. Rock then unexpectedly progressed to the little-known sixth stage of the Kübler-Ross model, This Is Sad And All, But I Have A Movie To Promote, eliciting relieved laughs from an audience eager to know that it's OK for everyone to get on with their lives following a brief, uncomfortable talk show discussion of a recent tragedy.

UPDATE: Perhaps we spoke too soon about the possibility of O'Donnell offering Trump a moving opportunity to reconile on-air. From Rosie's blog:

With help from possible sitcom saviors like Jenna Elfman and the Geico Unfairly Persecuted Cavemen Project not to arrive until the fall season at the earliest, increasingly desperate ABC development executives are looking inward for more radical and immediate solutions to their comedy problems. This Just In has leaked this internal presentation the execs have put together in an attempt to convince boss Steve McPherson to allow them to repurpose the lighter moments from flagging drama Lost as a half-hour summer schedule-filler, which would help both to bridge the gap between Lost seasons and the next generation of surefire sitcom hits that will arrive by the end of the year.

Ever since the news broke a couple of days ago that a long-depressed Rosie O'Donnell has been treating her illness with the expected course of pharmaceuticals and a more radical "inversion therapy," we've been anxiously anticipating the host's promised demonstration of her controversial blues-ameliorating apparatus on today's installment of The View. We're sure you'll be just as transfixed as we were by this brief clip of O'Donnell climbing into her trusty therapeutic swing, in which she spends portions of each day allowing gravity to more evenly distribute the melancholy humours that have been darkening her aspect since the tragedy at Columbine. So: Enjoy.

Sure, the Voice has been in the news quite a bit over the last week, but does that resonate with the public at large? We dispatched The Assimilated Negro and Gawker videographer Richard Blakeley to take the pulse of the Voice's alleged audience.

"Entertainment Tonight" blew a ton of dough on the rights to the Anna Nicole Smith funeral, and damned if they're not going to see some return on that investment. In last night's installment, the viewers weighed in, and, shockingly, the people who not only watch "E.T." but also write into it are exactly as stupid as you think they are. They're also deeply moved. As are we. Enjoy.

When we were but wee ones and first forced to confront the fact of life that is death, we were given the following advice: "If you keep someone in your heart and always remember them, they'll never really be gone." It's good advice, and it's how we've managed to cope thus far with the tragic passing of Anna Nicole Smith. Fortunately, we have "Entertainment Tonight," and its giant story-buying budget, to help us work through the grieving process. Continuing their coverage of our fallen angel's funeral, last night they brought us footage from the after-party. Here's how the scene looked to those lucky enough to be invited; all we can say is it's class all around.

Back in 1993, when Rudy Giuliani was making his second run for mayor, his strategists felt a need to soften his image and show that he wasn't just the guy who would lead a group of racist policemen in yelling "Bullshit!" in front of City Hall. They came up with this ad (entitled "Gentle") which featured then-wife Donna Hanover praising her husaband's family values. As it turned out, he had so much love for family that he went and got a whole other one. Still, in light of recent developments, fun to watch!