Tin Man, a new twist on the Dorothy story, premieres tonight on SciFi.

It’s her first red carpet event in YEARS!

And she chose … the Scandinavian Mansion of Style?

Whatever.

It’s just good to see her smiling, doped-up face on WireImage again.

And she and Paris seem to be getting along fabulously again.

Okay, Love, you win. You seem to have the support of my entire readership, so I suppose this is long overdue.

I am sorry for calling you fat. Repeatedly. That was mean and uncalled for.

And I liked you on Party of Five.

I wish you all the best in your impending marriage, and promise not to make fun of your weight ever again.

Can we be friends again?

xoxo,
Beet

Sources are saying she “didn’t even like him” and that he was “boring” and had “no ambition.”

Hey, rehab’s not exactly full of winners. Lindsay took what was available.

Making matters worse, it seems Riley was spotted recently at NYC hotspot Pink Elephant. No reports of him actually drinking there, but it’s clear Lindsay does not want to be in the clubs at all right now. Perhaps that was a point of contention between them.

Does anyone else miss Harry Morton? I’m kind of rooting for a reunion.

Jennifer has posted this on her blog regarding these photos:

This is the last time I will address this subject.

I’ve sat by in silence for a long time now about the way women’s bodies are constantly scrutinized. To set the record straight, I’m not upset for me, but for all of the girls out there that are struggling with their body image.

A size 2 is not fat! Nor will it ever be. And being a size 0 doesn’t make you beautiful.

What I should be doing is celebrating some of the best days of my life and my engagement to the man of my dreams, instead of having to deal with photographers taking invasive pictures from bad angles. I know what I look like, and so do my friends and family. And like all women out there should, I love my body.

To all girls with butts, boobs, hips and a waist, put on a bikini — put it on and stay strong.

Xoxo
JLH

Love, baby, I agree with ya on most of those points, but you ain’t no size 2, sweetheart. And this is the most media attention you’ve had in years. Try to enjoy it.

Ms. Hilton rocks the Wonderbra and a look of sheer confusion on Friday night.

The strike’s hitting hard, kids. The Tonight Show laid off its nonwriting staff today. These are the people who don’t make anywhere near as much as the writers: these are the makeup artists, the grips, the props guys, etc. Very sad.

The network confirmed Friday that nearly 80 nonwriting members of The Tonight Show staff have been laid off, as NBC previously said would happen if no arrangement could be made to get either Jay Leno or a guest back into the host’s chair by the end of the month.

Along with Conan O’Brien, David Letterman, Jimmy Kimmel and Craig Ferguson—all card-carrying Writers Guild of America members like himself—Leno has refused to cross WGA picket lines and his show has been in repeats since the strike began Nov. 5.

NBC had originally planned to give the production staff, technicians and other below-the-line employees the boot two weeks ago, it extended the firing deadline to Nov. 30, presumably to avoid looking like the Grinch who stole Christmas and Thanksgiving.

This sucks.