Microblogging might seem straightforward enough to your typical Silicon Valley office drone. But Hollywood superstars are used to things coming a bit easier in life. And PR firms like Santa Monica-based Id are ready to hold their hands on Twitter, Nicole LaPorte (disclaimer: the long-suffering wife of Gawker's Richard Rushfield) writes at the Daily Beast, and help bolster their image, or at least not wreck it.

On the heels of yesterday's departure from the Mad Men team of Emmy winning writer Kater Gordon, we hear that another scribe is following suit.

Couples Retreat may have won the weekend box office crown, but the big buzz is about Paranormal Activity, a little no-budget horror film that's on the brink of becoming the Next Big Movie To Change Everything.

There's not actually a federal law mandating that late night talk hosts sleep with employees of their shows, but the practice does seem to be developing into a tradition.

Thanks to Conrad Hilton, everyone was taken over by the spirit of colonization, both personal and professional, literal and figurative. Oh, Don is back to his old tricks with a crazy lady, and Sal turned down some hot action.

When it comes to comedy, there's no arguing with taste. And if what America wants in their humor is the smirking, manic, his-lips-say-wacky-but-his-eyes-say-death-can't-come-quick-enough antics of Vince Vaughn, then who are we to argue?

Tucker Max's movie "Poop: My Story" is really, objectively not doing well, at all. We'll just delicately link to the weekend's movie chart, with no overt comment. However! The sycophants on Tucker Max's message boards have an alternative view.

While Lady Gaga was marching for gay rights, this star was slurring homophobic slurs in a bar, and this closeted politico was partying with the boys in New York. Also, Top Chef drama and druggie celebs. A gay old time!

Can someone please explain why Vince Vaughn's so popular? Seriously. Despite horrid reviews, his movie, Couples Retreat, which starred other, non-advertised celebrities like Jason Bateman, made $35 million this weekend. The recession sure isn't deep enough, huh? [Reuters]

The internet's abuzz over the release of the late Michael Jackson's latest, "This is It." Listening to him sing about undying love is at once reassuring and distressful.

Nikki Finke reports today that Mad Men creator Matthew Weiner has fired Kater Gordon, his personal assistant, turned writers assistant, turned Emmy-winning staff writer. But why? Gordon had a metoric rise to the top, peaking with an Emmy win.

The weekend's big question is whether a trio of decent looking British imports can make a dent in the latest installment of Vince Vaughn's crusade against comedy. Our guess is no.

Project Runway is all about vision and delusion. The vision to make something old into something new. The delusion that the concept is not borrowed and blue. The vision to dress like Cher, the delusion—well, that's a delusion.

Waiting for the return of NBC cop drama Southland? Well, don't hold your breath. Production has been shut down and the completed episodes canned. Why? The short answer: Jay Leno.

This former whiz kid can't do anything right and swallowed a bunch of pills to get attention and only got a belly ache. Speaking of juvenile, some actor boys can't drive or hold down a job. Play nice, kids!

Tracy Morgan joined Twitter. Like, mere hours ago. The microblogging service is the perfect forum for a man known for his entertainingly insane 30 Rock non-sequiturs. Plus, there's already a thriving Twitter sub-culture devoted to Morgan sightings. They are gifts.

You know the tide has turned on Roman Polanski's campaign for child rape forgiveness when even the French have defected from the director's camp. But just who the hell were these friends of child rape to begin with?

The war of the sexes got hopped up on speed last night. It was like watching the Billie Jean King/Bobby Riggs tennis match on fast forward, but with musical breaks. Unlike that famous contest, no one here was a winner.

The Fox television network reminds us of many things. When it shows American Idol, it's kinda like a great big Radio City revue. When Moment of Truth airs it's more Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome.

This leading lady thinks plastic surgery is horrible, unless it's to make her partner look better. She's still better than an eco actress pitching a supermarket fit or an NBA star who turns a plane into a crop duster. Gross!