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Separated at Birth: "Don't Forget the Lyrics" and "The Singing Bee"

BuzzSugar — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 12:15:07 -0700

Fox and NBC kicked off their karaoke wars this week with the premieres of "The Singing Bee" and "Don't Forget the Lyrics." While I was secretly hoping the shows would slink away into "National Bingo Night"-style obscurity, "The Singing Bee" became the summer's most-watched program on Tuesday, and "Lyrics" held its own on Wednesday (it also airs another new episode tonight). Lest you be confused by the similar-sounding shows, I've put together this handy guide to help you tell them apart:

	"The Singing Bee"	"Don't Forget the Lyrics"
Network	NBC	Fox
Host	Joey Fatone	Wayne Brady
Prize Money	$50,000	$1 million
Cute Mascot	Cartoon bumblebee	None
Use of "Walk Like an Egyptian"	Yes	Yes
Philosophy	"You don't have to sing it well; you just have to sing it right"	"Can you keep singing when the music stops?"
Obvious attempt to embarrass the host	Contestants had to sing "Bye Bye Bye"	None yet
Go-go dancers	Yes	No
Descended from	The National Spelling Bee	"Who Wants to be a Millionaire"
Similarity to actual karaoke	6 out of 10	9 out of 10

Photos courtesy of NBC and Fox

Fox and NBC Launch Karaoke Wars

BuzzSugar — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 08:30:00 -0700

Earlier this week, I mentioned that "Don't Forget the Lyrics," Fox's new singing reality show, sounded an awful lot like "The Singing Bee," a similar show that NBC has planned for fall. Well, NBC thought so too, and it's going to hustle and throw its show on the air early, so it will premiere July 10 - beating Fox's show by one day. Given that it wasn't supposed to air till fall, the show currently has no host, prizes or rules. Hey, what's better than a karaoke competition show? A poorly conceived karaoke competition show!

I'm guessing the conversation at NBC this week went something like this:

NBC Executive #1: Larry! We have a programming emergency! Fox just totally stole our brilliant idea for the show that embarrasses people by making them forget song lyrics on national TV!

NBC Executive #2: (Heavy sigh) I suppose we should have seen this coming. Nobody knows bad singing like Fox ...

NBC Executive #1: Clearly, someone over there is still crying into his Wheaties because we stole the idea for that boxing show a couple of years back. What are we going to do?

NBC Executive #2: Calm down, Jim. We can get that show on the air in minutes. I mean, all we need are a few idiots to sing, right? We can find those on the streets of LA any day of the week.

NBC Executive #1: You're totally right! Throw 'em on a sound stage, buy some Party Tyme Karaoke CDs, and we're all set!

NBC Executive #2: We'll need a host, though. Hmm, Bob Barker's too dignified for this, and we've already got Howie Mandel occupied. I'm not sure if Penn Gillette got another job after we trashed his last show ... Hey! What about Wayne Brady? He's not doing anything, right?

NBC Executive #1: Sorry, man. Fox got him too.

NBC Executive #2: No prob - I've got Rosie on speed dial. She's cool again, right?

Photos courtesy of Fox and Source

What to Download: New Music Today

BuzzSugar — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 15:30:32 -0800

New DVD and music releases are the perk of Tuesdays, and today's album picks are fresh, fun, and guaranteed to liven up your iPod. I've checked out today's new music and have some advice for what's worth the download.

Don't stop partying: I'll resist doing a full-on album review for Weezer's Raditude; it's tempting, because I've always been a fan and have much to say about the band's transformation over the last 15 years. That said, if I forget about how lyrically deep Weezer used to be, I can enjoy the band for what it is now: a group of guys who write catchy, rocking party songs. I'm definitely enjoying this album way more than the last two simply for the fun factor; first single "(If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To" is permanently stuck in my head and I don't mind. "Let It All Hang Out," with lyrics written by Jermaine Dupri, is exactly what you should blast at your next party when you're worried no one's having a good time; and continuing with the obvious theme here is "Can't Stop Partying" with Lil Wayne guest-rapping.

Ultimate TV karaoke If you're obsessed with Glee already, you may want to get your hands on the show's first soundtrack, Glee - The Music, Vol. 1. The offerings on the album are songs that have been on the season so far, plus a few from the next episode. "Don't Stop Believin'," the first song that captured the country's attention, is worth having (especially to remind you that for every awkward Mr. Schu rap, there's a gem like this). There's also the goosebump-inducing "Somebody to Love." Finally, there's one I'm especially excited about that has yet to air: Artie's slowed-down version of Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself," where the oft-overlooked glee club member finally gets his own episode and electrifying solo.

Hear one more new release when you read more.
America's country idol: Country cutie Carrie Underwood is back with another disc of songs, Play On, that utilize her sweet voice to tell you she's not a doormat. Her first single, "Cowboy Casanova," warns ladies of players in 10-gallon hats; this infectious tune will probably be dominating the radio the rest of the year. Another catchy tale of heartbreak you're sure to hear a lot of is "Quitter," but I prefer the more uplifting title track "Play On," which showcases Underwood's pipes rather than her sassy attitude.

What to Download: New Music Today

BuzzSugar — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 14:30:14 -0700

It's one of my favorite days of the week: Tuesday! Which means I get to add DVDs to my Netflix queue, along with some brand new tunes for my iPod. So check out today's music releases for what you should download. (And if you like to review albums, don't forget to take a peek at the Music Review Group in the community.)

A smooth ride: Sufjan Stevens takes a breather from his states project with BQE, an ode to the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway. He originally performed the work to accompany a film about the road, but the music stands on its own as a beautiful orchestral arrangement. Warning if you like Stevens's mellow voice: BQE is all instrumental. Still, it proves that he has what it takes as a composer, and I'd like to see him lend his talents to more of this sort of work. My picks: Movement II: Sleeping Invader, which sounds like a ballet dream sequence, and Traffic Shock, which mixes in clashing electronic sounds like a busy gridlock.

Pretty packs a punch: If you haven't heard of Florence and the Machine, get ready. Florence Welch is the latest spunky Brit singer on the scene, and her debut Lungs already went platinum in the UK. Today, it's available to buy stateside. She's the singer I'd want to be if I had my own band - a woman who wails while banging the tambourine - and her album veers between tough-chick anthems and haunting ballads a la Sarah McLachlan. Make sure you try the hand-clapping, feel-good Dog Days Are Over or the romantic Cosmic Love.

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Freaky fun: If you're a Flight of the Conchords fan - or even if you're not - you'll want to check out I Told You I Was Freaky, a compilation of music from season two (including three previously unreleased tracks). Sure, half the fun is watching the boys act out each song on the show (and Jemaine's wicked dance moves), but when you listen to the music on its own, you realize just how talented they really are. Each selection could qualify for radio-play - or just a ridiculously fun karaoke night. The album includes favorites like Sugarlumps, Hurt Feelings, and the Emmy-nominated Carol Brown.

Lyrical wanderlust: Jay Farrar of Son Volt and Benjamin Gibbard of Death Cab For Cutie team up on One Fast Move or I'm Gone: Music From Kerouac's Big Sur, an ode to the famous author's work. The two musicians met while working on a documentary about Kerouac and decided to collaborate on this album using words from his novel. It's fitting then that the result feels like a cross-country trip - lazy and laid-back with some twangy country, Americana sound. I'll be adding the title track and California Zephyr to my car playlist.

What's in a Song?

DearSugar — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 14:45:00 -0700

On my way to work this morning, I heard a song whose lyrics I have not been able to get out of my head. Mary Schmich wrote the words to Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen), a faux commencement speech that was published in the Chicago Tribune on June 1, 1997. Baz Luhrmann later set these lyrics to music in 1999 and it soon became a hit.

I think Mary's speech/advice really hits on some tough questions and emotions that everyone can relate to, all the while making you realize that regardless of your own personal ups and downs, you only have one life, so we should all take full advantage of what we are given before it is too late.

What do you all think?

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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh never mind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen...

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Planet Beauty: Lashing Out

BellaSugarUK — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 04:00:00 -0700

Long lashes are top of every girl's wish list, and if the new breed of super volumising, curved-wand, vibrating and all-singing, all-dancing mascaras don't do it for you, then it might be time to get yourself a lash treatment.

Nylon have been waxing lyrical about the very expensive Peter Thomas Roth: The Lashes to Die For Nighttime Eyelash Conditioning Treatment, ($125 works out at about £60, even with the amazing exchange rate) It apparently gives great results, but at that price you'd expect it to also perform the macarena.

My, slightly more humble, advice for longer lashes would be to try and give your eyes a break, so have a day without mascara if you can bare it. Also, I really like the aromatherapy brand Cartrysse's Growth Nourishment Eyelash Serum, (£14). It's full of nourishing plant extracts and the tube lasts for ages. I use it on holiday, when I'm not wearing mascara or on lazy weekends, as it works better when you use it over a course of a few days.

The girl who recommended this product to me has amazingly long lashes, so she must be doing something right. Also, don't forget to only use an eyelash curler, before using mascara, and not after, or you can break those precious lashes.

Bambi-esque fluttering here we come...

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Justin "Infatuated" with Britney

PopSugar — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 02:51:14 -0700

Justin gets real honest in the August issue of GQ which is on newsstands July 25th. In the article he talks about his new album, acting, Cameron and of course Britney. He even admits he was "infatuated with her from the moment I saw her."

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The Private Life of Justin Timberlake

"I didn't want to be the guy who dates girls in tabloids"

Locked & Loaded
With his second album about to hit stores, serious roles in two upcoming movies, and the older woman you dream about, Justin Timberlake is on the verge of something very big.

By Lisa DePaulo, Photographs by Steve Klein

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE picks me up in his black Porsche 911 convertible, in front of the Chateau Marmont. "Don't worry," he says. "We're not doing the Chateau Marmont celebrity interview. You know, 'We're at the Chateau! And Bobby De Niro walked in! And he ordered salad!'"

No, he's taking me to a little joint on Highland Avenue called Ammo that he likes because it's "cool" and he can go there without getting noticed and we can sit outside and smoke. (Even though Justin doesn't smoke, you kind of get the feeling he'd like to.)

"Didja eat lunch?" he asks. "Good. Neither did I. Fucking starving."

He peels out of the Chateau...and almost runs over Mos Def, who is walking up the driveway.

"Yo, bro!" says Justin. "What's up?"

"I'm mixing a record out here, bro," says Mos Def.

"I can't wait to hear it!" says Justin.

"It's good, it's good."

"All right, man."

"Take care, bro."

Nice wheels, I tell him, as he accelerates rather abruptly out onto Sunset Boulevard.

"Yeah, well, it's better than my extra-small penis car." And that would be...? "My Ferrari," he says, adding that he also has a Bimmer, which he lent to his parents for the week. Oh, and a Jeep and a Dodge pickup "with a winch" on it. A winch? "Wow, you really are from New York," says Justin. "A winch is a device that you attach to the front of the, uh, truck, and you can tow people out if they get stuck."

I see.

"I'm into cars. You know, boys and their toys."

He tears down Sunset, almost clipping another (lesser) vehicle. "You know when I'm an asshole?" he says. "In traffic. I get road rage so badly. I'm on my best behavior today. But I get road rage like you wouldn't believe!"

After some L.A. parking drama, Justin finds a spot near Ammo, steps out of the car...and a fan materializes on the sidewalk. (So much for not getting noticed.) "You're my favorite!" squeals the young woman, who just happens to have Justin's face on a button on her denim jacket.

"You're my favorite, too," says Justin.

The woman practically faints.

We sit at an outdoor table, and Justin orders the turkey meat loaf. Midway through lunch, Ben Stiller walks in, stops to say hi.

"Hey, dude," Justin says. "How's the missus?"

"Cool," says Stiller. "We got, like, the baby. A 10-month-old. Life is good."

"Awesome, man!" says Justin.

L.A. can be so scintillating.

Now a horn is honking. There's a fan sitting in a car just off the curb who, having spotted Justin, is beeping and waving frantically, trying to get his attention. Justin waves back. "I feel thankful," he says. "There are parts of my celebrity that are really cool. Like that. That might have made her day, you know? And by the way, don't get me wrong--it has nothing to do with me. It's just like she saw somebody that she saw on television. She knows not one thing about me."

After the meat loaf, we return to the Porsche, only to find that the fan, the one we encountered earlier, is still there. And now she has a camera.

"Hi," says Justin. "I'll bet you wanna take a picture with that camera."

"Ohmygod," she says. "I'm, like, your biggest fan!" She pauses and frowns, "Even though you guys haven't put out an album in, like, forever."

Justin smiles tensely. She is talking about 'NSync, Justin's erstwhile Boy Band, the one he'd just as soon forget.

"I even got 'NSync on my license plate," she adds.

(How adorable, I whisper. "Please don't remind me," whispers Justin.)

"All right," he says to the fan. She can take a picture. He lifts her camera out of her trembling paws and hands it to me. "Don't mess this one up," he tells me.

"Thank you soooo, soooo much," she says.

"You're quite welcome, sweetheart."

He hops back into his Porsche.

"Okay," he says. "That's the part that slightly freaks me out."

HE WAS NEVER supposed to be cool. Not Justin Timberlake. Not the kid who started his career, at age 10, on frickin' Star Search. Who then went on to become...a Mouseketeer. Who then went on to live in Orlando to be close to Disney World. Orlando! Who was known as Pizza Face in junior high school because of his zits. He was hardly destined to be Hollywood royalty, let alone a guy with hit records, movie roles, and Cameron Diaz--

But we digress.

At the age of 25, Justin Timberlake finds himself--some would say miraculously--at the top of the heap. A staggering feat for any 25-year-old, but more so for a former Boy Band member whose biggest claim to fame could have been, might have been, being Britney Spears's Ex-Boyfriend. But that was then.

Now there's the new album coming out--which is rumored to be better than his first solo album, the hugely successful but unfortunately titled Justified, which was better than anyone (except perhaps Justin) ever dreamed it would be. There are the movie roles--a supporting role in the soon-to-be-released Black Snake Moan (with Samuel L. Jackson and Christina Ricci); a dark and already buzzed-about part in the upcoming Alpha Dog; a voice role in the indie underdog Shrek the Third.

And have we mentioned the clothing line?

There are those who might fairly wonder: Whaaa? Justin Timberlake? He's okay looking, yeah, but so are zillions of other 25-year-olds in L.A. He's talented. Ditto. Works hard. Ditto. He's generally perceived as a Pretty Nice Guy, well-grounded, a kid from the "woods" outside Memphis who, as they like to say in the country, hasn't forgotten where he came from. He has no vices to speak of (except for "a couple of beers" while watching ESPN); he likes to golf, snowboard, and bake--yes, bake. He lives in a house his mother picked out for him, and when asked to pinpoint the hardest, most trying time in his life, he replies, "Nothing." The biggest mistake? "The Super Bowl," he says, when he not-so-inadvertently helped Janet Jackson (whom he allegedly had a romance with, but "I'm not gonna go too far into that," he says) expose her tit on national television. That's his biggest regret in life. No tragic backstory. No stints in rehab. None of the usual trajectory for a former child star.

"You know, the words child star just never registered with me," says Justin. "Still. To this day. I guess because when I was a child, I didn't think I was a child. I always thought I was an adult. My mother always spoke to me like I was an adult. She never talked down to me. I was never pushed by my parents. It was always like, 'I want to do this.' Like, it was just something that was undeniable for me, and I didn't know where it was gonna go. Still don't know."

"Justin is together," says his manager, Johnny Wright, who has repped him since Justin was 14. (He used to rep Britney, too, but says she dumped him during the breakup.) "A lot of times when kids grow up in the business, they stray off the deep end. Justin has always been the opposite. You know, normal. He's not a bad guy, he's not a tyrant. He's not a druggie, he's not a drunk." Usually, Wright allows, people who are in this business since age 10 are a little fucked-up at this point.

"We always tried to keep him grounded," says his mother, Lynn Harless, who had him (her only child) when she was 20. "We tried to remind him that he was just someone who had a cool job. I remember when he was 14 and 'NSync [Lynn came up with the name for the band] was really getting big and the record company wanted to take him out on tour alone, and I said, 'No! You can't take my 14-year-old child. Are you crazy?'" She speaks in a rich Memphis accent. She still lives there but makes frequent trips to Los Angeles to care for her boy--she picked out his house, pays his bills, and with her husband, Paul (Justin's stepfather), manages his finances. "It wasn't like we were out there trying to make a career out of this."

"My mom is so cool," says Justin.

His first gig was on Star Search, when he was 10. He auditioned for it at a mall in Tennessee. At 11, he was in the Mickey Mouse Club. It was there that he fell for Britney Spears, a fellow Mouseketeer. "I was in love with her from the start," says Justin. "I was infatuated with her from the moment I saw her."

"Britney grew up on my living room floor," says Lynn. "We were family, and I still love her to death. They were together ten or eleven years and had, from day one, that chemistry between them. She's a sweet girl. And I just hate what she's going through now."

Justin would very much like to get past the Britney era, but that decade of his life isn't so easily erased. The breakup, when Justin was all of 21, made him tabloid fodder for months and was brutally hard on him, even as it made him more and more famous. As life-defining moments go, it was bigger than the Super Bowl. "Especially when you loved that person half your life," he says.

"I don't think his breakup with her was any different than anybody's breakup with their first love," says his mother. "It's usually not as publicized."

THE TRUTH IS, he got his ass handed to him by Britney. For a while, he dealt with it by pursuing, as he puts it, "the affections of many young females." Then, as time passed, he began to deal with it creatively: His hit song "Cry Me a River" from his last album was a lyrical fuck-you to Ms. Spears. (You told me you loved me/Why did you leave me, all alone/Now you tell me you need me/When you call me, on the phone/Girl I refuse, you must have me confused/With some other guy/Your bridges were burned, now it's your turn/To cry, cry me a river.) "When we initially parted ways, he says, "I felt like she had a couple of opportunities to just sort of stick up for me, and she didn't. Which is fine. But at that time, you know, I fought back, and that's the way I fought back. I used my mind. I came up with a song."

He says it's now "a distant thing" and that, contrary to reports, he doesn't talk to Britney (and never told her to lose the loser husband), but he does feel badly when he sees what the press is putting her through. "I wish her well, and I want to see her win," he says. "I don't think you can ever count somebody like her out. Because she may appear one way, but she's very clever," he says cryptically. He refuses to gloat over the fact that his career took off like a shot and she ended up crying through her mascara to Matt Lauer. "I mean, at the end of the day, it's like, be a man. You know? Some shit happened, it wasn't good, but be a man," he says.

Justin is smart enough to know that his reputation as a chick magnet has not hurt his music career. But his experience as "that guy in the tabloids" made him more determined to do something credible with his career. "I didn't want to be 'that guy from the Boy Band.' I didn't want to be that guy who was just, like, famous for being famous. I didn't want to be the guy who dates girls in the tabloids. That's why the [first] album was such a big deal for me. I had to fight harder for my respect, for my credibility."

He made the decision to go solo in 2002, at a time when, as he says, "'NSync was, like, bigger than bubble gum." They were selling "bagillions of records." Forty-two million, to be exact. "People said, 'Are you crazy? This is a good thing. Ride it out.' But all I wanted to be was taken seriously." And he was, to the tune of 7 million records worldwide, shocking both his critics and his fans. Suddenly, it was cool to listen to Justin Timberlake, and even cooler to be Justin Timberlake.

"I've made a career out of doing things I probably shouldn't do," he likes to say. "Like after the solo record, I wanted to do films, and everybody said, 'Are you crazy? Do another record. You're on a roll.' For me, it was just like, eh, I wanna do films. And now that I'm doing a record again, of course my record label's very happy." He laughs. "But I think there's that curiosity: Can he do it again?"

Not to mention the pressure to top the first one. "My mission wasn't to top it," he says. "Well, okay, my mission was to top it, but in a different way. I wanted a new sound. I wanted something fresh.

"This stuff is so progressive," he says of the new record, FutureSex/LoveSounds. He took his time with it and enlisted the help of legendary producers Timbaland and Rick Rubin. "It's very different form the last album. Like, the last album, so much of what was happening in my life was fed into the album. And people would psychoanalyze the songs. But I didn't care, because it meant they were actually listening to the songs. It sent everybody into this guessing game, which--I can't lie--was sort of fun for me."

Will there be anything to psychoanalyze on this one?

He smiles. "Probably. There's lots of love and sex. And sex. And sex and love. A lot of sex."

WHICH BRINGS US to Cameron. Justin is fiercely protective of his three-year relationship with her--which, of course, no one thought would las longer than three weeks. "For me, this time around, it's been important to stay, at least as much as I can, out of the limelight. And I think that's made it more enriching. I've received so much more from it by keeping it just between the two people it's supposed to be between. Some people, especially here, are happy to offer themselves up in that way. But I come from a small town where, like, to give someone privacy means to give them respect." Besides, he adds, being tabloid fodder "really affected me." (Case in point: A week after our interview, the gossips said he had dumped Cameron so he could "sow his wild oats"--precisely the kind of thing that pisses him off.)

He says that he came to the realization that that whole thing with Britney "was just so high school" (perhaps because he was in high school) and that what he has with Cameron is more "adult." She's eight years older than he is and golfs and snowboards with his mother. "We have a lot in common," says Lynn. As for her son, "Justin moved on [from the Britney thing] a long time ago, or he wouldn't be in another relationship. He's very monogamous. One piece of advice he never took from me was to date around. He just couldn't do it. He's always been a one-woman man."

So, what makes it work?

Justin pauses. "I think, uh--without being so ambiguous that I seem like an asshole? There's no pretense about anything. It's just a sort of coming together of two people."

People think that you traded up.

"Well, that's a lot of ignorance."

TONIGHT JUSTIN TAKES the Bimmer out to drive himself to the MTV Movie Awards. "Oh, yes, I loooove awards shows," he says sarcastically. In the backseat are his publicist, some dude from his record company, and Rachael, his personal assistant (who also happens to be his cousin). Which leads to some Memphis country-talk about his grandmother's peach cobbler and the revelation that Justin Timberlake likes to bake.

Does Cameron cook?

"Like the Devil. It's the way to a man's heart, you know."

What does she cook?

Justin turns up the music. I clearly have gotten too personal.

When he pulls up to the Sony lot, all hell breaks loose. Justin would like you to believe he doesn't notice that out of all the celebrities walking the red carpet tonight, he's the one who gets the most screams, the most hysteria, the most overheated shoutouts from the most underdressed women.

Justin! Justin! Justin! It just goes on and on and on. A few of them are trying to throw themselves over a wall. For Justin Timberlake. Who isn't even up for an award. He's just here to present the award for Best Kiss.

Ahead of him on the red carpet is Superman, behind him Jessica Simpson. Jim Carrey, Jamie Foxx, Will Ferrell in his NASCAR outfit. But the crowd is stuck on Justin.

Access Hollywood jams a microphone in his face, with a pressing question: What does he think of the new Superman? "He looks, uh, super," says Justin.

He does what he has to with Extra and Entertainment Tonight. He talks to the southern chick from Jay Leno who commands his attention by shrieking "You're hot!" Someone wants to know where "his lady" is tonight. "I don't know," he says. "If you see her, let me know." A fan wants to know: Where's Cameron? "She's, uh, watching the kids," he replies. His publicist says that's enough, but a woman stuck in the pathetic "radio interviewers" section of the blue carpet is screaming Please! and Justin takes pity on her. "Just one question," she begs. Okay, says Justin, shoot. "What's the last thing you bought?"

Ah, Hollywood.

Later, he presents the award for Best Kiss--which of course goes to Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger. "The fellas," as he puts it. Makes an ad-lib crack on the air about getting a hand job backstage, which will be edited out of the broadcast. Then bolts thirty minutes into the show. ("Can we leave now?" he asked his publicist.)

On the ride home, he talks about his favorite TV show, Grey's Anatomy. He wants Dr. McDreamy to choose Meredith.

Um, isn't that a chick show?

"It is a chick show. Fuck yeah, it is."

He has a moment of road rage on Robertson Boulevard, then suggests losing everybody before he heads back to his castle in the Hills, where he lives with his two dogs, Buckley and Brennan. "I live alone," he says. "Well, Trace [his friend from home] has a room there, and Rachael lives in the guesthouse--"

He doesn't live with Cameron?

"Uh, noooo." A pause. "I have my own house. It's very important. Healthy." He laughs nervously. "Don't you need your own space?"

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What To Sky+: Wednesday

PopSugarUK — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 14:00:00 -0700

BBC1 has Olympics 2008 and new series Who Do You Think You Are? with Patsy Kensit in tonight's episode
BBC2 has Return to ... The Cruise and The Edinburgh Festival Show
BBC3 has Olympic Football
BBC4 has A Very British Olympics
ITV1 has Trinny & Susannah Undress The Nation
Ch4 has new series How Clean Is Your House? plus Big Brother and Dangerous Jobs For Girls
Five has Britain's Strongest Man and new series Rory & Paddy's Great British Adventure. Fiver has Fashionista Diaries
Living has Diet on the Dancefloor
Sky One has Don't Forget The Lyrics US
Sky Modern Greats has Saturday Night Fever

What To Sky+: Wednesday

PopSugarUK — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 14:00:00 -0700

BBC4 has The Thirties In Colour
ITV1 has Trinny & Susannah Undress The Nation
Ch4 has Location, Location, Location, Big Brother and Dangerous Jobs For Girls
Five has new series Britain's Strongest Man
Fiver has Fashionista Diaries
Film4 has Clueless
Sky One has Don't Forget The Lyrics US
Sky Family has Save the Last Dance 2

What To Sky+: Wednesday

PopSugarUK — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:00:00 -0700

BBC3 has The Mighty Boosh: A Journey Through Time And Space
ITV1 welcomes the girls back in a new series of Trinny & Susannah Undress The Nation
ITV2 has iTunes Festival with Pendulum and Gabriella Cilmi
Ch4 has Location, Location, Location, Big Brother, new series Dangerous Jobs For Girls and Wife Swap USA
Five US has new series The Nine
Sky One has new series Don't Forget The Lyrics US
Sky Sci-Fi/Horror has The Lost Boys and Sky Indie has The Fountain
BBC4 has My Kid Could Paint That
Film4 has Team America: World Police