My wife threw me the surprise party of the century the other night. The highlight (actually, everything was a highlight) was this video she and our friend Mike made in honor of the big day. Couple backstory notes: My temple was Rodef Shalom, my neighborhood, Loch Lomond. Krazy.

I know our military is stretched pretty thin, but can’t we spare just one extra bunker buster?

The net fallout from Mel’s Malibu tirade?

Number one at the box office, baby.

Anyone who thought antisemitism would hurt at the box office hasn’t been paying attention for the last, oh, couple thousand years or so.

From movie critic Mick LaSalle:

It would be inappropriate and probably inaccurate for any critic to pronounce on the mental health of a filmmaker based on his movie. Yet no description of “Apocalypto” can even begin, much less be complete, without noting—say, in a colloquial, nonclinical, anecdotal sort of way—that it seems like something made by a crazy person.

Sounds like the average reaction of Malibu’s late night drivers.

Introducing a Chewable contraceptive. Hmm, seems like that would hurt, no?

Rihanna got off what could be the line of the award-ceremony century at the Billboards on Monday night.

She thanked her fans and then thanked her number one fan, Jesus Christ.