I’m just not sure. I’m never sure with him. Check out this video of Andy being forcibly escorted off the set of Jimmy Kimmel’s show after getting a little handsy with Ivanka Trump (who, despite all the shit I talk about her, always manages to come off very classy and artciulate).

I’m of two minds regarding the news that Kylie Minogue has split from her boyfriend. My first thought is that Kylie started performing music during the Great Depression of 1812 and thus news of her sexy business isn’t terribly relevant.

My second thought is that she’s still really fucking hot.

Okay, I’ve decided, it’s the latter, so I’m interested to see who is next on the boyfriend list. I’m betting on Prince.

I guess it’s music Saturday here at the Beet.

I’ve just received news that one of my most favoritest bands, Hometown Heroes, is competing to be a part of PhillySoundClash, a Philadelphia battle of the bands type of thing. I’ve been following these guys for, oh, about 8 years, back when they were called Edward Sunnyside and playing local joints in Tempe (go Sun Devils!).

They need votes to get in!!!

You can hear two of their songs and vote for them here.

It takes two seconds! Vote for Hometown Heroes! Voting is open through Monday.

I usually leave music posting around here to Lars and T, but this song came on my Pandora box the other day, and I was instantly obsessed. It gives me chills every time I hear it. The artist is Terra Naomi — her website is here — and I recommend you all give this a listen. Vocally, lyrically and musically it’s phenomenal. She reminds me of Tori back in the Little Earthquake days, but a little more linear. (I love you Tori!)

I’ve been away for a long time and judging by the hundreds of emails that have poured in you want me back in a big way.

I know it baby, I know.

I flew home from JFK last night, 6.5 hours, and I was on JetBlue so we had DirectTv. I stumbled upon something that left me shocked and saddened. Nancy Grace. Take a look.

Now, I realize that freaky looking people make it on TV all the time, but do annoying freaky looking folks also make it? I mean really, she looks like she would eat a puppy. And then she’d come for you. Just a fair warning guys, watch out.

Hilary Duff’s new single is pretty addicting. Kind of like Vicodin. When you’re Nicole Richie. [popbytes]

Alanis Morissette and Ryan Reynolds must have received the letters I’ve been writing them, begging that the natural order of the universe be restored, and that Ryan Reynolds genes of total hotness not be mixed with Alanis’s weird pear-shaped ones. They’ve split up. [Hollywood Grind]

I hate covering stories that involve Katie Holmes talking. [Defamer]

Fuckin’ Lindsay Lohan. [The Blemish, The Superficial]

Fuckin’ Lindsay Lohan’s mom. [Hollyscoop]

Yes, we have pictures of Denise Richards’ labia. This is very good news for Heather Locklear in the maintenance and improvement of the voo-doo doll. [The Superficial]

…but you can’t take the blogosphere out of the girl.

I don’t know how I missed this!

Jessica Coen’s blogging again!

And not just on JessicaCoen.com — which has been updated twice — yes, twice! — in the new year. She’s also begun blogging at Little Gold Men, Vanity Fair’s answer to the 21st century (it’s also an Oscars blog). It’s her first return to blogging since she left Gawker, um, what?, three months ago? To be Vanity Fair’s deputy editor of online something? (Which I wrote about with great sadness before applying for her job — once, Mike, just once.) But she’s back to blogging! I knew she would be …

Matronly anybody? I don’t understand why you would want to kick your butt to be a skinny starlet and then wear a big black sack that is essentially strangling your boobs. I know Anne Hathaway wanted to look like a serious actress but she just came off as looking a bit doudy and toothy. That whole multi-tier dress thing doesn’t really work for anybody. Black is slimming but unfortuneatly not in this case. Lets try some color and cleavage next time darling.

Wow, I get to write two stories with good news in one day! First, Patrick Dempsey’s wife gives birth to two healthy twin boys, and now the news that Charlie’s Angel Farrah Fawcett received a clean bill of health from UCLA Med after battling anal cancer for the past four months. (My happiness is tempered by the fact that I did have to write something about Paris Hilton earlier today, but I’ll get over it.)

Farrah, who just turned 60, was told by her doctors that her “prognosis is excellent.” Says Fawcett:

I have been on a journey for the past four months and during this time received a tremendously aggressive treatment which doctors initially warned me would be the most difficult fight of my life. I was told they needed me to ‘bite the bullet’ and that would require great courage and unfailing determination. In the face of excruciating pain and uncertainty, I never lost hope and it never occurred to me to stop fighting—not ever.

I hope that my news might offer some level of inspiration to others who unfortunately must continue to fight the disease. So to those who are still struggling toward their own victory, stay determined, ‘fight the fight’ and I will keep you and your families in my thoughts and prayers.

I know, I know. Horribly cliche headline. But it’s 2 pm on Friday and I haven’t slept much this week, so give me a break, okay? Grey’s Anatomy star Patrick Dempsey and his wife welcomed twin boys, named Sullivan Patrick and Darby Galen, on Thursday afternoon. Dempsey and his wife, Jillian, already have one daughter, Tallulah, who is five years old. Mom and babies are healthy and happy.

The ultra-hunky Dempsey graces the cover of Details magazine this month, and the actor opens up to the publication for a full-length piece (read it here). For as much success as Dempsey’s found on Grey’s, his dreams are even bigger: “Things are going well, but I’m not satisfied. I don’t think the character is going to change that much. Shonda Rhimes has created a great show. And I’m contributing to that and have benefited from that profoundly. And she’s benefited by being smart enough to cast me when no one else did. [It’s] been a great opportunity, but it’s not the end-all, be-all of where I want to go.”