I'M STARTING TO THINK O'BRIEN MAY BE LOCKE FROM LOST

Damn it! Riff Raff is way cooler. Is the the third or fourth time this week that the Raleigh Crew have been out this week. Apparently they went for four and a half hours UP the Malibu Mountains in a 90 degree heat. Am I missing something here? Is that actually any fun at all? Now, coming down the mountain - that might be an experience.

Right, I'm bored of bike pictures now. I'm not posting any more unless it's a shot of Matthew MaCoganaggyninny dismounting face first or Richard O'Brien showing up in fishnets and stillettos. Or Jake showing up in fishnets and stillettos.

Pics from IHJ

CHEW IT OVER

At 25

a man now stand you
on roots no one can claim
as good as you
(pure born god-son
look at you anywhere
across the globe).

At birth you were blue
I witnessed you suck
that first breath in and turn
as white as snow on top
of Everest. Pure. Pure.
Goodness and Mercy.

Jumble of words my only
clue to give to you
for your mountain view

to burn the libraries
and burn us too
(all that’s come
before you.)

Your (my side) grandfather’s
head handed him
on a silver Salome platter (he knew
more than he could hold on to)

and your great grandfather
stumbled and I shamble
and out of the phoenix ash
of my/your ancestral men you flew
out of the John Baptist ash
you flew beyond the pebbles
in the Jordan where we, the men
before you wash our sad, sad feet

but not for naught—the truth
when sung soothes far beyond
all gold.

I remember your grandfather
(not sober) singing, weeping
in my high gliding stone dead
gothic church—

“A voice of one, crying
in the wilderness, prepare ye
the way of the Lord.”

I remember holding you, screaming
with good rage in a Sea Ranch night.
Taking you outside under the moon
and the giant pines—screaming, screaming.
Holding you. I didn’t know what else to do.
Kicking. Screaming with good rage
till you slowly trembled yourself into rest.

Forgive us, Lord, we know
not what we do.

Good rage. Burn us to the ground.
Good rage. So little good seems
to have come of John the Baptist
and what followed. Your grandfather
loved John the Baptist. Wept and sung
his words and went too easily
into their good night
which I won’t do.

All these words and others too
are here for you, may they be true.

Stephen Gyllenhaal

taken from Claptrap: Notes from Hollywood.

www.cantarabooks.com
www.stephengyllenhaal.com

MORE PICS. SEE YA AROUND, BANDWIDTH!

My computer has been throwing tantrums at me lately but could these pics really go unposted? I think not.

Taken from Stephen's reading at Housing Works in New York on the 28th of June.

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WHAT?

Immature? Moi?

BUT WHERE IS RICHARD O'BRIEN?

Oh, thank god! It's okay people, we found him.
And this is what annoys me about cyclists. Why do you have to get in your big ass O-Zone destroying car to drive to where you want to cycle? Also, when did they change the design of bike helmets to look like part of the Coral Reef is emerging from your skull? Sorry, I don't know why I've arose so bitchy today. I think it has a lot to do with my mother trying to talk to me about tax refunds and why you shouldn't put kiwi on flans when I was trying to read about the 62 year old woman whose just had a baby in the paper. Oh, and I'm hungover.
[Pics from IHJ.com]

EDIT: Watch Video HERE. (Where did this x17 Online pop up from?)

IT COSTS A FORTUNE TO ADVERTISE IN THE NEW YORK TIMES

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MY, THIS IS ALL GETTING A LITTLE SERIOUS AIN'T IT?

I've never been too fond of cycling ever since a Ford Escort kindly helped me dismount from my bike in the middle of a main road. I repaid it's gesture by using the full force of my body to give a lovely crackle effect across it's windscreen.

Jake, on the otherhand, seems to be having no such trouble. No longer content with cycling along side mortals he has moved onto to fellow Hollywood A-listers, Tour de France champs and a mystery bald bloke who I would love to be Richard O'Brien but probably isn't.

I shouldn't think Lance Armstrong knows the meaning of a lesiurely bike ride and Matthew MacConanaggyninny definitely looks the competitive type so I should think Jake had a hardcore work out. I hope the Richard O'Brien-a-like was singing The Time Warp as he tagged along behind.

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DAKOTA FANNING? WHAT THE HELL?

Thanks to blackhatnbeard for finding this article: Academy Invites 120 to Membership. Jake got in!

Excited as I am by this because surely it means Jake Watch: The Movie will be a shoo in next March, I'm very confused as to the whole Academy set up. I thought you had to win an Award to get in? Obviously not. And not to take the gleaming tint off Jake's fabulous news but they blatantly seem to let in anyone whose ever been within three feet of a film set - Amy Adams? And who in sam hill is Barry Pepper?

Anyways, good luck with it Jake. Do they have robes like The Stonecutters? A special number through to the emergency services?

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?

Since we've seen half nekked Jake? Too long, that's how long!

I've just realised we've got it all wrong. We're sending him clothes. What's the matter with us? We should be stealing his clothes!

UPDATE: Okay, how spooky is that?! Jake out riding yesterday:

Hmmm. Let's try something else. When was the last time Jake sent me a million dollars? Never, that's when!

[Sources: Just Jared and IHJ.com]

HELP JAKE WIN A YEARS SUBSCRIPTION TO HELLO MAGAZINE

I don't quite understand the point of these polls but I never miss a chance to exercise my right to vote (Thanks, Mrs Pankhurst): Hello's Most Attractive Man Poll

What? You MORE voting?
World Soundtrack Awards - Brokeback Mountain
(Whatever you do, don't press 'list all titles' because there is 3000+ of the critters. Just 'search' BBM.)

UPDATE: JAKE WATCH NEWS...
I can reveal that Jake Watch now has on board it's own official reviewer/snarkmiester in the name, shape and style of Miss Anneka. You remember Anneka, right? She is my favourite Welsh person after Shirley Bassey and the entire Goldie Lookin' Chain crew, (you knows it!). She wrote a report on the MTV Movie Awards for us all but I thought I could utilize her even further. Anneka will be reviewing all your favourite movies (Bubble Boy, The Day After Tomorrow, britpopbaby does Denmark, etc) in her own 'special' way. You're excited, I can tell.

JAKE WATCH'S SECOND OFFICAL STALKING MISSION - SUCCESS!

This is Karin's experience of seeing Jake on the set of Zodiac or whatever it is they're calling it. I've quickly put it together from many extracts so it might sound a little odd in parts but it's very interesting from a fan point of view. It's long so read it all by clicking on the Continue Reading link below.

I saw Jake. At one point I was about 5 ft. away from him. I saw Boo Radley too, coming out of Jake’s trailer as Jake was going into it. I was in shock. I didn't even see his eyes, it was like a blur. His trailer wasn't at film site, it was in a park. Jake was walking. I stopped my car or maybe my car was stopped. I swear to you, I can't remember- I went into time warp. Imagine having Jake walking towards where you are. It is like your mind leaves your body. That is when I saw him walk up the steps to his trailer and when he opened door Boo ran out. Boo is mid sized, compact, pretty copper coloured. I didn't see his eyes either- I was in shock. Boo was going to walk down the stairs but then Jake said something to him and he went back inside. He had no leash on. I think I saw Atticus' head at the door too. I think they were both inside Jake’s trailer. Nice to be able to take doggies to work. This was like at 6:30 am. so no one was walking with him or anything...just Jake and his dogs.

Then I watched him film the same scene over and over and I could never quite make out colour of his eyes. I was in the owner’s office of the store they were filming in which was upstairs and all the action was downstairs and we looked through a window at the filming. I could see Fincher, the extras and the crew and of course Jake. He was laughing with the crew, smiling, real affable, fanning himself by lifting his shirt up and down (no flesh) in between takes a couple of times. It was so hot and he had to wear jeans, a white t shirt, a denim shirt and a thing like a blue parka.He looked like he was really easy to direct. He didn't look real tall or real buff just like a normal man. He looked like he was wearing same jeans he always wears.His hair looks lighter in the front than it does the rest - almost like subtle highlights.From the couple of words I heard his voice sounds the same. In the scene I saw, he had no lines!! Just walked into a store from his car, had an expression on his face and walked back out of the store.

One thing I did learn is that these people are just like us - human beings with a right to privacy. It really hit me today how they are just like you and me. Anyone running up to them or popping pictures or any of that is truly awful. These actors and actresses are just like carpenters, painters, plumbers - anyone really wanting just to do a good job and have a good life. Sometimes, we the people think that they our ours because we feel like we know them, you know what I mean? They deserve the right to live out their lives in private. I fully believe that now, I don't know why I did not think so before.He is just like any normal person, at least he is to me now. Sometimes fantasies are better left as fantasies, I believe that now - at least in my case. I hope Jake has the best career, is happy with whomever he chooses as friends, lovers, dogs, but as far as my obsession goes there is no need to have one anymore. I am 58 he is 25 and I am me and he is him as we all are. I learned a great lesson today. I wish I could have taken a picture but it was against the rules and the owner of the store had signed something that said there would be no pictures. I wish I could have seen his eyes without being in shock...but I couldn't tell you what colour blue they were if you tortured me. I am a pathetic witness. I wanted to almost take notes so I wouldn't forget anything. I hope he only has paps around him when he wants them to be. Or anyone else for that matter. I am glad I got to see this.
xxoo karin


I have to say that Karin’s sentiments have really struck a chord with me. I often think, “Why the hell do I write this blog? It’s six levels if bat shit crazy!” I have a good life - great friends, amazingly insane family, hopefully some job prospects - I don’t need anything from this so why do I spend about two hours everyday working on a blog about an actor I’m probably never even going to meet? Then I remember. I didn’t start this blog for Jake, I don’t write this blog for Jake and ninety percent of the work involved with it has absolutely nothing to do with Jake. I started this blog when I was going through a dry patch in my writing and it was at a crucial point when I really needed to produce my best work. My friend Anneka kept a journal and it always seemed to help her, she found it cathartic, so I thought I should do the same. For some reason, I think it had to do a lot with the brilliant Gilded Moose, I decided a blog would be an interesting ( and more importantly free) way for me to get over my block. But what to blog about? My daily life seemed the obvious option but Anneka used to record all our adventures and mishaps (in the most hilarious and heart-warming manner, I might add. It should be made into a book.), so I wanted to do something different. Then I saw Jarhead and my crush on one Jake Gyllenhaal was immediately ignited again from the days of Donnie Darko (even though I had trouble processing it was the same actor behind both characters). I thought I could try and write a humorous blog about Jake which would help me soldier on with completing my dissertation. You know, for a while, I almost considered making my blog about tea. Anyway, I’ve forgotten what my point was (I’m always doing that; how I used to write 12 page essays is beyond me) but I just want to say, this blog isn’t really about Jake Gyllenhaal, it’s about us. I’m reminded of that from the great conversations that go on in the forum and comments. This blog has enabled me to get to know fantasically witty, talented and intelligent people. So that’s why I blog - for me and you.

Did I scare you for a second then? Did you think I was going to say I was stopping? Gotcha.

OUR FAVOURITE CELEBRITY COUPLE, AFTER JAKE AND HEATH, STEP OUT

Oh, Sarsgaard, really! It's not fair of you to show up in these public places closely resembling The Sex when you're well and truly attached. And Maggie, my girl crush on you is also not helped by seeing you looking so blimin' blooming. I wish you Gyllenhaal's would all bugger off to some island and leave the rest of us in peace. You can leave Boo though, I'll look after him. Dogs eat Mars bars, right?

QUOTE OF THE WEEK

"There are three things I'll never do again - eat Play-Doh, run with scissors and keep my ice-cube collection in a shoebox"
Jake Gyllenhaal, a space oddity.

The mind boggles, Jacob. The Play-Doh (mmm, green) and the scissors I can comprehend but the ice-cube collection is first class eccentricity. Did you not want to collect worms and frogs like the other boys? Surely if you've seen one ice-cube you've seen 'em all?

JAKE SECRET - BRITPOPBABY HAS NOW LOST COUNT, SORRY.

Sorry, I've completely forgotten where I was up to with Jake Secrets. I think I now only have one left waiting. If yours hasn't been posted yet then please email me. I lost my pattern when I transferred from my Uni laptop to my home PC.

I'm still taking submissions if people want to make more. The details should be in the sidebar somewhere.

Also, I'm going open a new blog to host all the Jake Secrets - a gallery, maybe with some jingly music? No? But, because a lot of the secrets have been made using the same images phrophecygirl, me, wonderful Jen from desiringhayden.net and a few others are going to give some of them a 'makeover'. If you have a huge objection to your secret being hosted in this gallery or being tampered with in any way then please email me ASAP.

BUY THE GYLLENHAAL

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Well cosmically ordering a Gyllenhaal obviously didn't work so now I guess I'll have to buy one. Actually, I can't say I agree with this. If someone took my name and applied it to some fake leatherette bag, stitched together by four year olds in some UN avoiding country and then tried to sell it to idiots in London, New York and Milan I'd be uber pissed. Fortunately for me, I don't think that will ever happen and I guess Jake can't do much about it but still, it's wrong. They are using him in their evil accessory marketing schemes and have practically taken a piece of his soul away. So, don't buy The Gyllenhaal for the reason I've just mentioned but mainly don't buy because it's not even that nice of a bag.

AND I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO TO BED

Today has been hella depressing and for some reason me and my pal decided to go on a ramble/treasure hunt - we only got lost three fucking times and chased by a cow. Nevermind because here comes Jake to cheer me up! Apparently he was out shopping for shampoo, toothpaste and RiteAid(?) - nice! Herbal? How has he managed to shave his beard yet still has mucho facial growth. Hormone supplements? Is he on the Pill? And dude, what is it with the airmail t-shirt? The sooner you get your Boo one the better.

pics from IHJ

STAR TREKKING ACROSS THE UNIVERSE...

...on the Star Ship Enterprise under Captain Kirk! Star Trekking across the Universe! Boldly going fowards cos we can't find reverse! It's life Jim but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know. There's clingon's off the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow. Erm...yeah.

FEATURES

These features what are here displayed for you now are regular items of Jake Watch and have become a main staple of pop culture 'cos they are so influential and great and stuff.

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There is an art to stalking. Some people have so much to learn.

# 1: The Fake Jogger
# 2: A Shabby Attempt
# 3: Hannibal Dogter
# 4: The Golden Fiend
# 5: Candy Love
# 6: Winter Years Shopper
# 7: Seagull of Malevolence

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All the Boo you could ever need.

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It's ironic!

# 1: Mon April 3rd
# 2: Mon April 10th
# 3: Fri April 14th
# 4: Fri April 28th
# 5: Fri June 2nd
# 6: Tues July 25th

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About Jake Secret

# 1: Funny Secrets
# 2: Fears
# 3: Sexy Secrets
# 4: Mature Secrets
# 5: Stephen Secrets
# 6: Films
# 7: Dear Jake
# 8: Misc. Secrets

PROJECTS

Kind of like working for charity but not so much.

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All the cool OAPs are doing it.

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We saw the most awesome T-shirt in the world. And lo we did buy it. It will be shipped shortly.
# 1: The Initial Post
# 2: Proof Of Purchase

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All bets are on. All bets are off. smurfette won!
Project completed: 3rd October 2006.

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About The Bloggers

britpopbaby was raised in the working class, nineteenth century city of Manchester. As a youngster she laboured in the cotton mills of Ancoats, scrambling under the powerful machinery to retrieve misplaced shuttles and fingertips.

As a sufferer of the ailment ‘Limp Lungs’, brought on by the dusty atmosphere of the mill and cat fleas, life was hard for britpopbaby and became even harder when her beloved pit pony, Minge, died of canker.

It was after a viewing of the modern masterpiece (pretty to look at but confusing) Donnie Darko that britpopbaby’s life began to turn around. She won a grant to study The Rolling Stones at the prestigious University of Wales where she met Anneka and this one time, Al Murray.

britpopbaby is now looking forward to a forward looking future involving restraining orders, pirating dodgy official Jake Watch merchandise out of the caves of Penzance, and a stint in Big Brother 8.

Related Links (because you just HAVE to know more):
britpopbaby's Blogger Profile
britpopbaby's MySpace
Spitfire Design Studios

prophecygirl was born in 1982, the thirteenth daughter of Elvis, an ex-serviceman and moderately successfully swinger. After a idyllic yet fairly uneventful childhood growing up in the Mountains of Memphis where any contact with Justin “Trousersnake” Timberlake was thankfully avoided, PG uprooted herself and moved to LA with dreams of becoming a photocopier machine technician.

It was whilst in LA she met the self-pitying yet comical Xander Harris and fell into a dubious gang of teen drug addicts and was finally satisfied with life. But then Xander asked her out and she felt bad because she didn’t feel that way about him. Things got worse when PG overheard Giles and Angel discussing a prophecy saying that The Master’s ascension was at hand and that she would die trying to stop him. She shouted out, telling Giles that she quit.

But the vampires were growing stronger and after an attack at the school she decided it was time to face the Master. She was led to him by the Anointed One and was quickly overcome, the Master drained her blood and left her face down in water. Bastard. Xander found Angel, told him that PG went to face the Master, and the pair set off to help, arriving to find her apparently dead.

Xander performed CPR and PG woke feeling stronger than ever. Meanwhile, the others fought off vampires and a huge monster that had come from the Hellmouth. PG went to face the Master again and this time won, throwing him through a glass roof onto a wooden shard below. At this, the monster disappeared back into the Hellmouth and the gang retired to the Bronze to snort some more crack.

Related Links:
prophecygirl's Blogger Profile
prophecygirl's MySpace
The Overpopulation Blog

anneka was born in 1999 on the eventful eve that saw Winnie The Pooh get lodged in Rabbit's hole. She slept in the family piano stool (for they had no piano) until she was eleven as her older sisters Rag, Tag and Bobtail did not care for her very much. To this day they still don't care for her much.

Whilst on a school trip to Wales’ Largest Ball of String in Brynaber, anneka's unruly hair attracted the attention of Guy of Gisborne who would become her not-so-very-devoted husband after she found that copy of his bank balance. They had a Snoopy themed wedding in Waikiki but the extreme heat inside the Peppermint Patty papier-mâché head made Anneka pass-out. She woke up three days later to find her brow being caressed by the third most beautiful woman she had ever seen: a nun called Sister Mary-britpopbaby. They were to remain pen pals for many years, through Rocky I-V and beyond, save for that little spat over Milli Vanilli.

After recovering and taking out some time to invent tuna, Anneka left her husband donned her travelling cloak and set off for China to fulfil her life-long dream: to discover how string beans are made. However, she took a left instead of a right at The Great Wall and ended up in a sweat-shop making wallets for two dollars a day. When she had saved up 500 dollahs! she travelled on to Cambodia and helped raise orphaned marmosets with Lara Croft: Tomb Raider. She returned home some years later to discover only one piece of mail from britpopbaby offering her a scholarship to the University of Wales to major in 'Allo 'Allo, minoring in French Economics.

Whilst in the midsts of higher education, britpopbaby and anneka cemented their bond with a midnight ceremony involving cricket bats and a sheep's heart. It was on that blood-soaked Pagan burial site that britpop told anneka of her message from the Gods (Thor and Angus Of The Brugh) fortelling that they must devote their lives to the protection, prosperation and perspiration of The Sex. Cool beans, thought anneka. It’s not like she had much of a life anyway.

Related Links:
anneka's Blogger Profile
anneka's MySpace
Some shit about Wales

THE DEFINITIVE BOO WATCH

In association with JAKE WATCH, I present to you...

BOO WATCH!

The idea of Boo Watch has been circling around my mind for some years now, okay, two days, and I thought it only proper that the special little dog we've all come to love should recieve his own sub-blog. Unfortunately blogger.com don't provide such a service so he'll just have to share with Jake. Now your interest in Boo (or Boo-ga-loo, as I shall sometimes be referring to him) may not stretch too far but as a two cent pychologist I suggest we look at him as a portal to the inner Jake. Remember that Boo is Jake's child and he has raised him, as a single father, since puppyhood so in Boo, Jake is reflected. Yes, this is all perfectly sane...

(originally posted: 4/11/2006)

FREE BOO

Boo Radley is not a free dog.

I can understand that there might be many reasons why the G feels the need to clutch onto Boo like he is the last cupcake in the Sprinkles shop; maybe he doesn't want him to dash under the wheels of a paparazzi van, maybe he doesn't want him kidnapped by a rabid fan, maybe he's trying to show to Kirsten Dunst that I don't need you no more ho cos I gots me a puggle or maybe, just maybe, he likes the way he feels so very soft against his skin. Now Jake, these are all justified reasons for keeping your puppy five feet off the ground at all times but don't you think at some point, soon, you're just going to have to let go? Literally? Being a parent is tough, I imagine, and watching those kids fly the nest is always hard but it has to be done. So please, FREE BOO!

Please show your support by either commenting or tracking Boo down, grasping him from the clutches of Jake, fleeing away promptly and then placing him down on the sands of a nearby beach and skipping freely together in the gentle surf of the ocean, laughing as the sun beams down upon you both.

(originally posted: 4/05/2006)

JAKE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR FICKLE TREND
PICK A PECK OF PUGGLES
Beagle, pug mix smart, loveable and cute to boot
By JEN WEISSFor The Tennessean

Watch out, dog lovers. The puggle's here, and he's shaking things up.

Ever since last November, when Jake Gyllenhaal was spotted with his new puggle puppy, would-be dog owners have been going wild over the new hybrid. A cross between a pug and beagle, the puggle has the good looks of both dogs and is said to have a sparkling personality to boot. If you haven't seen one in your neighborhood yet, you will; these dogs are promising to be as big as fellow "designer dogs" such as cockapoos, schnoodles and Labradoodles (which, by the way, are SO last season).

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See what you've done Gyllenhaal! They're everywhere! Now, don't get me wrong, I love Boo as much as the next blogger but something about taking two dogs that normally wouldn't look twice at each other and booking them in at the petshop Honeymoon suite so that they spawn a league of $1000-a-go mini-mes, just doesn't sit quite right with this Jake fan. But what do I know? Just look at how cute they are!

On a side note, cockapoos? pekapoos? schnorkies? And what about those poor Labradoodles? Not only do they look ridiculous and sound hilarious but now they're out of fashion? When will this madness end?

P.S When I did a google image search for "PUGGLE" the second picture it gave me was this:

How freaking cool are platypi?! They're like animals from a time before man. Upon reading the accompanying article I discovered that a baby platypus is called a puggle. Small world, eh?

(originally posted: 4/07/2006)

VIRTUAL BOO

It's fun...for about 5 seconds.

(originally posted: 4/12/2006)

IS THERE SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT YOU??

New haircut?

Jake rarely goes anywhere without adorable little Boo by his side so I automatically assumed that the pedigree pooch posed next to him in this picture was the subject of our sub-watch but something is not quite right. Unless Boo-ga-loo (go with it, people) has had some unfortunate accident involving his face and a frying pan or has been severely beaten with a ugly paddle in recent times, it must be some other dog. Hey, Pug-a-lug! I thought I went over this in Blatant Stalking # 3. Obviously you didn't give it your full attention. All this begs the question: where the fuck-a-luck is Boo?

(originally posted: 4/14/2006)

PETER SARSGAARD NOT AT ALL IMPRESSED BY BOO

Boo is cute as hell. Jake thinks so. Maggie thinks so. Peter Sarsgaard thinks...oh wait, no. He's giving Boo the look you'd give a scabby pigeon if it came too close to you. The contempt, Sarsgaard. The contempt!

Boo writes: "Jake, my owner, told me about Boo Watch and I'll admit at first I thought what fucked up kinda mofo would write such pointless shit about some celebrity's hybrid designer dog but now I've come to see it as a valuable source full of insightful observations and witty commentary. I log on daily to confirm what I'm supposed to be doing, y'know, to check where Jake is carrying me today. Usually it's all harmless fun but now I see this! I always thought Peter Sarsgard really liked me; he is always telling me what an adorable little puggle I am and asking me if I'd like another biscuit. Thanks for shining a light on the truth for me Boo Watch, associated with Jake Watch, copyright 2006, all rights reserved. Now I know what I'm really dealing with. I have already pissed in this punk's shoes and wait 'til he finds what I did in his bed.
All my love, Boo Radley, Puggle and Cutie-Pie Extraordinaire."

(originally posted: 4/25/2006)

THE CASE OF THE MISSING PUGGLE

Ah, my favourite pug/beagle cross pollinated pooch has been spotted once again. Feels good. It's been a long time, Boo, shouldn't have left us without a dope beat to step to! But something is troubling me, dear readers. I was going over the delightful Gyllengroup shots from this weekend and I noticed that BOO HAD DISAPPEARED! MID-ACTION! How did this happen? Where is he in this picture:

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Well, I put on my Sherlock Holmes deerstalker (doesn't everybody have one?) and got down to some serious investigating. I soon located the problem, without Watson's help I might add, and the culprit responsible for Boo's mysterious removal is none other than one Atticus Finch Gyllenhaal!

Look at that! Trying to shove little Boo-ga-loo out of shot! Using his size to overshadow the wee one. Jealously, thy name is Atticus. Case solved. I'm off to smoke my dope and pluck at my violin so farewell until next time, mystery aficionados!

(originally posted: 5/16/2006)