Brad and Angelina’s Tiara Sandwich

Brad looks dorky. He’s not as cute as he used to be.

ot anthony meghila died.director of the english patient.

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# 47 BAMPZS FOREVER @ 03/18/2008 at 9:12 am Carolina please ignore you don’t own anyone explanation and more over you are bold enough to reply the complainer with your screen name not like the complainer using multiple screen name. I don’t know why someone will bring past issue to a new thread. Please carolina ignore the compliner.
Let the complainer continue to hide under many moniker. Peace and let enjoy the jolie-Pitt picture.

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i will do that. :)
I was petrified,stupid, when i saw it.
But, i will ignore that stupid troll.

Brad looks cute, Angie looks pretty.

That’s a kind of woman for Brad, supporting him all the way. Go Angie & Brad, you are the best. So proud to be your fan. You are both making a difference to NOLA. God bless the Jolie-Pitt’s.

The happiness is all over their faces!

I wish Angie a peacefull and healthy pregnancy.

A sunny day to all the BAMPZS fans!

Lovely couple

Team Jolie Pitt. They support each other’s aspirations and have very much the same goals. Family, humanitarian work and artistic work. It’s quite wonderful.

sara # 51 # 66

love them.
gorgeous couple

It is so nice to see her wearing lighter colored clothing. Hopefully this is a sign that she is dealing better with her mothers passing. She is gorgeous!!

I’m so happy that they found each other. Its hard to find true love.
Beside they’re incredible attractive couple, I never get tire of looking at them. They are pleasant to my eye.

From a person who was paid to be a celebrity blogger:

Confessions Of A Celebrity Blogger
Posted March 17, 2008 | 07:09 PM (EST)
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Buzz up!

It all started with a dubious website for underemployed writers and a post that can best be described as the Internet equivalent of a casting call for a Valtrex ad. “Writer wanted for popular celebrity blog. Style must match exactly. I need to take a break for personal reasons and want to keep posting continuous for the readers. You will post under my name only. Send two sample posts to xxxxx@hotmail.com. Pay good.”

It was the last bit that snagged me. I needed money and I don’t have a lot of pride. I also don’t have a lot of knowledge about celebrities so I went over to the site and checked it out. It was your basic celebrity blog: paparazzi pic, 100-word snarky description and hundreds of venomous commenters. I could totally ghost this. So I practiced my typos, snagged a couple of (probably copywrited) pictures off another blog and sent it in.

The reply was immediate via an obviously faked e-mail account. “I’m putting your posts up. If the readers like them, you’re in.”

The readers liked me. Or at least my slightly better grammar (I couldn’t help it!) didn’t tip them off that I wasn’t Madame herself. Although technically it could have been Monsieur. Throughout our entire time together I never was exactly sure whom I was speaking to or what exactly the crisis of a personal nature entailed.

The job description was straightforward: There was a morning push and an afternoon push. I needed a minimum of four posts in each push. The pay per post ended up only being “good” if I could do each push in under an hour. Four posts of 100 words? Easy peasey.

My first day, I blocked out an hour before the morning push was due and started scanning the photo sites Madame had sent me for a usable picture. Sifting through pages of blurry camera phone shots (if only Big Foot were considered a celebrity!), irrelevant and thankfully indiscernible nudie pics and thousands of inane comments took me forty five minutes and left me with an undated picture of Rihanna on a beach and an Angelina Jolie promo shot from her latest movie. But they were of a decent quality so I downloaded them and dutifully started the posts. Blankness. How was I supposed to know what Rihanna does at the beach? Sweating now as I watched the clock tick by, I hastily googled her, hoping to find some story that would give me titillating information to attach to the otherwise bland picture. Still nothing.

Timidly I e-mailed Madame, who responded promptly from her Blackberry, “Don’t worry about the story. Just get good pic. Write something. Love sources.” Well, that was the gist of it anyhow, minus the punctuation. I gulped and finally wrote some inane blather about her unflattering bikini and athletic thighs. As soon as I hit post, I knew I’d betrayed my gender. And my own thighs. And intelligent folk everywhere. I hastily edited it to add a line about her “glowing skin.” All better. Right?

The commenters eviscerated me. The picture was apparently over a week old, had already been discussed ad nauseum earlier, and how did I not remember that her thighs were fat, not athletic. One more-observant-than-normal person wrote, “Madame, are you sick? Is this even really you?”

Madame was furious and let me know it short, grammatically challenged bursts. What I took away was that I needed to, duh, check the archives before I posted and also check the archives of every other celebrity blog on the Internet to make sure they hadn’t already covered it. If they had, I had to either scrap the post or come up with a better angle. Slowly I realized that this was going to take me a lot longer than fifteen minutes a post. There are only so many angles on Angelina Jolie, and I’m not just talking about her collar bone.

I stumbled along through the rest of the morning push, coming out with several inoffensive, mostly incoherent, but at least current, posts. There was Liv Tyler. And something about Lindsay Lohan (isn’t there always?). I had to kill the Angelina Jolie story because, frankly, I couldn’t think of a single new thing to say about her.

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