Usher signs copies of his new CD onboard the USS Kearsarge in NY.

Aww … what a sweet publicity stunt!

I do try to keep Perez off this site as often as possible, but I couldn’t resist posting this MySpace correspondence Lindsay Lohan had with blogger/famewhore Jonathan Jackson. No one hates Perez more than his fellow gays!

Loves it.

Oh, and I love how her MySpace profile is myspace.com/privacycunt1.

I remember at one point that was her MySpace screenname. I changed mine to “Privacy Cunt,” too, just to jump on the bandwagon, and got a million emails like “WTF?” Ha ha. I’d forgotten about that.

Has it really been two years since the birth of Our Lord and Savior, Shiloh Almighty?

In fact, it has.

Little Shiloh Jolie-Pitt turns two years old today.

Happy birthday, Blessed One!

Since he doesn’t publicize his personal life, it’s very easy to forget that funnyman Will Ferrell is actually married. In fact, he’s been married since 2000, to Swedish actress Viveca Paulin. She and Will have two children together.

Here’s a rare shot of the happy couple leaving dinner in LA.

Word on the street is that Brad and Angie have plunked down a cool $60 mil to purchase an estate in the south of France.

Sixty million dollars!!!!

That is a LOT of dollars, people!!!

It’s a 1,000-acre estate with 35 bedrooms, a vineyard, lake, forest and moat.

Thirty-five bedrooms???? Jesus, how many kids are they planning to have???

Also: I would kill for a house with a moat. It’s what I always dreamed of. When I built sandcastles as a kid, they had to have a moat. Moats are so cool. I wonder if Brad and Angelina will let me go swimming in their moat. Or maybe it’ll have evil sting rays to keep out the paparazzi.

“It’s called Chateau Miraval in a village called Brignol, which is near from Aix-en-Provence,” says a source. “And it’s absolutely unbelievable. Brad and Angelina are thrilled, they love the place and have already been furniture shopping to fill the place as it’s massive. They’ve already spent almost another million on furniture and the whole family can’t wait to move in.”

Oh, I want their life.

It’s Amy Winehouse doing something human and endearing!

Here’s Amy strumming away at her guitar, while her goddaughter, 12-year-old Dionne Bromfield, sings along to Alicia Keys’ “If I Ain’t Got You.”

Pete Doherty filmed the whole thing. No joke.

The little girl is actually damn talented, and this is adorable. It’s hard to remember that, in between the insanity and the addiction, Amy Winehouse is a real person who has people in her life that she loves and cares for.

Poor Michael Lohan. He’s such a famewhore, and I’m sure it’s absolutely killing him that now Dina has his own TV show and he doesn’t. As such, he’s decided to weigh in on Lindsay’s romantic relationship with Samantha Ronson — confirming it, in fact.

Their romance “is evident to anyone with half a brain,” says Michael. “Just like the [topless] Marilyn Monroe spread, Linds is my daughter and there are just some things a father doesn’t want to see or hear, regardless of whether they are true or false … [but she] is a big girl, and she can make her own life choices. Then it is between her and God.”

And then: “But I will say this: While we were a family, you never even saw or heard a negative thing about any of us. But since the separation, look at everything that has happened!”

Um … Michael? You spent most of the late ’80s in jail for securities fraud. It’s just that Lindsay wasn’t famous back then. But it’s not like everything was fine, dear.

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Last week, I went into a local specialty pet store to buy Leo his food. (I bought one normal-sized bag six weeks ago, when I adopted him, and he’s just now finished it.) They had this whole little rack of toys sitting there, and Leo was being adorable and polite, so I decided to get him a new toy. There was this furry yellow Big Bird-lookin’ toy that made a little squeak when you push on it hard enough. I never in a million years thought Leo would be big enough or strong enough to make it squeak.

So I bought the Big Bird, which was a very fortunate thing, because it turned out to be Leo’s soulmate. Seriously Leo has found his soulmate at the age of 14 weeks, and I’m still looking at 26 years. Not fair. But Leo freakin’ loves this thing. He totes it around the house in his mouth all day. He hates having to set it down. They’re BFF. Sometimes I get jealous of the Big Bird toy.

It’s also lovely because now my apartment has its very own soundtrack. The soundtrack goes like this: “squeak squeak squeak SQUEEEEEEEEEAK!!! squeak squeak SQUEAK squeak SQUEEEEEEEEEAK!!!” all day long. It’s horrifically annoying. And I can’t take the toy away because it’s Leo’s soulmate, and I’m afraid if he can’t keep it he’ll spend the rest of his life searching, like his mommy, and he’ll blame me and hate me for it and wear black lipstick and skip school and start smoking speed in his early teens. Parenting is so complicated.

My friend Marta and I had a lovely brunch in Capitol Hill this morning, and then we took Leo to play at a nearby park. The park was gorgeous, and he was in absolute heaven! They had this wide fountain thing with only a few inches of water, that Leo could play in, and he enjoyed skipping around and jumping in and out of the water. At one point, he stood up on the ridge of the fountain, got a running start toward the end, and sailed halfway across the sidewalk. It was probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. We all applauded. By the time we left, we’d attracted a full-on audience. People just stopped to watch Leo play in the fountain. He’s that cute. I should have set down an empty guitar case for tips.

Between “raising” Leo and watching a gazillion episodes of Jon & Kate Plus Eight, I am now officially obsessed with the idea of raising kids of my own. I mean, I’ve wanted kids since I was a teenager, but now I’m just in complete and total maternal instinct mode. I spent a bunch of this weekend researching the possibility of adopting a kid from overseas (from all I’ve read, it’s very difficult for single women to adopt in the US), and it’s still an option, but I think maybe right now I’m too young to commit to raising a child on my own for its entire life. So now I have a new idea: foster parenting. I know it’s really stressful, but it’ll give me a chance to be a “mother” without making the lifelong commitment, and maybe make a tiny positive difference for a kid. I know there a billion emotional issues involved, and I haven’t made a decision either way yet — I need to pray about it a lot still, but I’m definitely in info-gathering mode. Does anyone have any experience with fostering? I’d love to hear about it, pros and cons. I’ve done a ton of reading, but there’s nothing like hearing personal experiences.