So I've kind of noticed something. The less I like my HBN, the more time I put into the accompanying blog post. So in that tradition, let me say this is my favorite HBN ever. You disagree? That's fine, go become Facebook friends with Ross and let him know about it. I on the other hand am pleased. And it has boobs. So c'mon don't be greedy. In this space typically reserved for merriment, I'd like to give a shout out to Sam Durfee/Robot Jesus and Starberry. Why? Why not, I already said I wasn't going to be funny here. Besides they were two of the earliest HBN supporters. Their illegal and barely legal love got me through some dark times in a way that Swaim's deep tissue massages just couldn't. Thanks.
Most rich kids just want to be pop stars.
The Hollywood rumor mill has been playing games with celebrity deaths for at least a century.
It's easy to work the system and win these awards even if you don't deserve them.