Before the T signs off for the night from the East Coast. Here are some links…

Enjoy vintage Mario Lopez via our friends at [College Humor]

Another athelete decides that he is going to “persue after other opportunities,” which will probobly result in a failed acting career/DUI arrest [A Socialite's Life]

Young boys are hot for Jessica Alba to be their substitute teacher. [Hollywood Tuna]

I kick myself that I didn’t guy Google stock back in the day. [Brietbart]

What should you watch tonight on TV? They agree with me that “Friday Night Lights” is awesome and you really should give it a chance. [Pajiba]

Every few weeks The Beet will get an email from someone upset at something that we have written. We secretly love these emails because we know that we are hitting a nerve. For the famous, and want to be famous, really any publicity is good publicity. Don’t believe me? Paris Hilton is the best example. Linsday Lohan secretly owes the paparazzi for her career. Getting your name out there is the name of the game.

The President of Kazaskstan thankfully has realized this idea that any publicity is good publicity and in an article for The Hollywood Reporter he has stated, “This film was created by a comedian so let’s laugh at it, that’s my attitude.”

Finally somebody gets that this movie is a joke. Though, “Baron Cohen’s jokes have become a public relations headache for Kazakhstan as the former Soviet state seeks to portray itself as a modern nation of well-educated professionals and a major non-OPEC oil exporter,” the President Nursultan Nazarbayev thankfully has taken the high road and simply enjoyed his country’s name recognition in the world.

If you haven’t seen this movie it is worth the hype. Plus, I heard “Babel” was the worst movie ever.

Check out the footage. Says Rosie: “If that was a straight man, if that was a cute man, if that was a guy that she didn’t question his sexuality, she would have said a different thing. To me that’s a homophobic remark.” (This is based on Ripa telling Aiken that she didn’t know where his hands had been — after he suddenly put his hand on her mouth). See, I agree with Rosie about the cute man part — Brad Pitt can put his hands inside my mouth, or really wherever he wants, no need to ask permission — but anyone else — gay, straight or Clay Aiken — is going to take some heat from me if they stick their hand on my mouth. Ripa phones in to say just that.

Many are saying that Rosie — intentionally or unintentionally — “lanced” Clay Aiken (meaning she outed him — the term comes from Lance Bass being outed by comments his boyfriend made). I mean, I think we’re all aware that Aiken’s gay, but he seems dead set on staying in the closet, and if anyone crossed the line o’ respect in all this, I think it was Rosie.

Our favorite heiress was partying in Las Vegas recently, when she puked on stage. Josh Radin gives us the play-by-play on his MySpace page.

“Paris Hilton …was sitting next to me the whole night. Seriously, next to me, like our legs were touching for a good 5 hours. Now don’t get the wrong idea. She never once said hello, nor even looked in my direction. Five hours. And it was unreal to watch. She must have pulled a compact out of her bag every 6 minutes to stare at herself and pose while Jay-Z was performing 18 inches from us. [When Jay-Z left the stage], Paris, who had been swilling straight vodka from [a] Grey Goose bottle for hours, gets up on stage, has the people in charge throw her ‘record’ on the house stereo for her to lip sync two of her songs. She gets up on the stage, pukes, leaves. . . I find the music business charming.”

Oh Paris. You’re so beautiful. Your life must be so much fun.

It’s been on a hundred sites already but I like the guy who runs the site linked to below so if you’ve got to read serious news about Robert Altman passing away do so here.

Now we return to normal haterade speak, Robert Altman was never my guy, but if I had a dime for every time someone said some random movie was “Altman-Esque” I’d be living on Goddamn planet dime. Truly he hasn’t had a worthy film in a long time, I mean you’re looking at MASH (1970) or The Player (1992) if you wanted to be hurtful and break it down.

Worst of all, Prairie Home Companion was his last film and it was so average that critics couldn’t even work up a good lather about it. It was kind of like “eh.”

Some say a little part of him died on set during that shoot because Lindsay Lohan wouldn’t bang him. For any director that’s got to be the beginning of the end.

We’ll miss you Mr. Altman. And we’ll keep “Altman-Esque” going strong here in the movie community.

Man, I just read that back for editing purposes and it’s mean even for me. I’m going to go bathe and think about what I’ve done.