After last week's slightly insane episode, which brought us the dreamy Paul Rudd, a cameo from Justin Timberlake, and a slightly darker tone than we saw during the elections (so much blood!), it's clear that the SNL crew is looking beyond the political skits that shaped the show over the past six months and on to weirder, more experimental things. We still haven't seen much from the two new female SNL cast members: perhaps we'll finally get to see them in action tonight. The Obama-casting rumors have been floating around this week as well, though there's been no official confirmation that any of the potential Obamas have been (or will be) cast. So what will the SNL crew spoof this week' Will we see any new characters' Any Twilight parodies' Will Tim McGraw actually be funny' Let's all tune in together and find out.

Don't forget to check back for tonight's SNL live thread! Tonight's episode is hosted by Tim McGraw and features musical guests Ludacris and T-Pain, which is a bit strange, considering that McGraw is perhaps best known for his music. Will Tim, Luda, and T-Pain hit the stage together' Will we finally get to see the new ladies of Saturday Night Live in action' Will one of the actors who reportedly auditioned to replace Fred Armisen as SNL's Obama take the stage tonight' We'll have to watch together and find out. See you then!

At a PETA anti-bullfighting video shoot, Miami, FL, November 19. Image via Filmmagic.

Welcome to the world, Bronx Mowgli Wentz. Your parents and grandparents and Auntie Jessica are undoubtedly thrilled at your arrival, as they should be. The rest of the universe, however, isn't reacting to your birth announcement with the same type of glee. We may never know you, Bronx Mowgli Wentz, though we'll undoubtedly see your pictures in random paparazzi shots over the next few years: Bronx walks! Bronx eats! Bronx to Suri: You Know What You Did taking up the covers of various tabloids. But your parents, in choosing your moniker, have ensured that the first reaction the public has had to your presence on this earth hasn't been an "aww" or a "congrats" or even a "how sweet!" It has, instead, been a resounding "WTF is up with that name'"

It's not a secret that celebrities seem to prefer wacky names for their kids. The last 10 years alone have provided us with a Banjo, an Audio Science, a Pilot Inspektor, a MoxieCrimefighter, a Zuma, and an Apple. Bronx Mowgli is simply taking his place amongst the "creatively" named children of the stars. The parents of the Wacky Name Brigade Crew are all artists: actors, musicians, people who dedicate their life (whether you deem them successful or not really isn't the point here) to creating something; hence, it makes sense that they'd approach the baby-naming business with the kind of "I'm going to do my own thing" mentality that has shaped their careers.

The flip side of the successful artist, however, is the narcissism aspect: the choices some of these celebrities make seem to reflect an obliviousness towards the inevitable teasing their children will take while growing up with such names. Tallulah Willis, unhappy with her unique name, reportedly has plans to legally change it to Lula. Her father, Bruce Willis, told the San Francisco Chronicle that he both understood and supported Lula's decision, noting that he wasn't a fan of his name, either, "especially after my father told me that he named me after Bruce Wayne, playboy millionaire.'

To try to find out if celebrity kids can outrun their ridiculous names, MSNBC turns to Peaches Geldof, the celebutante who, in 2006, claimed, "I hate ridiculous names, My weird name has haunted me all my life." Apparently, Peaches has made peace with her wacky moniker over the past few years, recently telling a reporter 'It haunted me in my youth, but now I like it. I always got teased about it at primary school, being named after a fruit. Now people find it appealing. I like my name. I think it's sexy and unusual.'

Soleil Moon Frye, TV's Punky Brewster, grew up loving her name. 'I really liked having an odd name, and I loved that there was a story behind it,' Frye says, noting that her siblings also had unique names, a tradition she carried on by naming her two daughters Poet Sienna and Jagger Joseph.

From an outsider's perspective, names like Apple Martin and Bronx Mowgli Wentz are sure to elicit a general "Are you kidding me' That poor kid!" response. But even though these kids are famous and their parents are famous as well, does that mean we have the right to criticize their names' Every parent, regardless of their public status, makes a personal choice when it comes to naming their kid. I'm sure all of us have at least one friend or acquaintance who chose a name for their child that made us crinkle our noses, though we'd never say it out loud.

So what's the point of a weird name' I guess the publicity doesn't hurt; but mostly I think it's just another way for celebrities to try to put their own weird mark on the world, to be remembered for something, if nothing else, than parents who took a strange path when it came to choosing names for their children. Do I think Bronx Mowgli Wentz is a stupid name' Yes. Do I think he'll be teased for it' Yes. Do I think he may hate it by the time he's a teenager' Yes. But I'm not his mother or his father, so it's really none of my business. The naming bit is over: we'll hear about it for a while, jokes and debates such as this sucking up another publicity cycle. The true test of Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson's decision-making skills, in terms of parenting, won't be apparent for many years: it's not the name of the kid that really counts, it's the person he becomes, the person they encourage him to be, regardless of the wackiness on his birth certificate.

Bronx Mowgli' Can Celeb Tots Survive Their Names' [MSNBC]
Aunt Jessica Simpson 'Over The Moon' [People]

Las Vegas, November 21. Image via Filmmagic.

Like Clay Aiken, Jennifer Hudson, and Chris Daughtry, Sarah Palin may not have won one of America's biggest competitions, but her loser-status seems to opening doors all over the place. Book deals, movie roles, and talk show appearances are all in the works for Governor Palin, who, free from the restrictions that kept her from giving actual press conferences during the Presidential campaign, seems to be relishing the chance to reintroduce herself to the American public. Remember how we all thought she'd disappear after the election' And remember when Tina Fey, prophet that she is, looked directly into the camera during her final appearance as Sarah Palin on SNL and said, "I'm not goin' anywhere. And I'm certainly not goin' back to Alaska. If I'm not goin' to the White House, I'm either runnin' in four years or I'm gonna be a white Oprah so, you know, I'm good either way." Well, it turns out that Tina was right. Welcome to PalinMania, Part Deux: Sarah The Celebrity.

Palin's spokesman, Bill McAllister, can barely contain is excitement over the growing media frenzy surrounding his famous client: "Tomorrow, Governor Palin could do an interview with any news media on the planet," McAllister says, "Tomorrow, she could probably sign any one of a dozen book deals. She could start talking to people about a documentary or a movie on her life. That's the level we are at here."

Palin's objective, it seems, is to undo the damage inflicted on her public persona during the McCain/Palin campaign. The interviews she was allowed to give were complete and total disasters, and though the blame is being placed on everyone from Katie Couric to gotcha journalists to John McCain himself, it's hard to argue that anyone is more responsible for the flow of WTF that came out of Palin's mouth during those interviews than the Governor herself. Palin has backtracked on her claims of "gotcha journalism" and admitted that Couric's interview wasn't totally unfair. For Palin to suddenly embrace the media she blamed for everything during her campaign shows a calculated desire to keep her national profile high; high enough, perhaps, for a 2012 run at the presidency.

Sarah Unleashed, however, is still having problems, like returning to her stump speech at the Republican Governor's Association Conference, much to the dismay of her fellow up-and-coming governors, including Tim Pawlenty of Minnesota, who politely referred to Palin's speech as "interesting."

Palin also seems to be overlooking the element that may ultimately be the key to her success: she needs to prove her abilities as a leader, as a governor, as more than a well-dressed, down home, huntin' fishin' shootin' son of a moose who just wants to connect with Real America. Before she hands in her resume for 2012, she might want to fix the problems in her own state, starting with the $500 million dollar natural-gas pipeline she bragged about all through the campaign that has yet to be built. Troopergate is still unfolding in Alaska as well, as are "questions over issues like financing Medicaid, increasing mining in environmentally sensitive areas and spending on transportation projects," according to the NYTimes. Her reputation also needs repair with her own constituents: as State Representative Les Gara, a democrat, tells the Times 'She's coming back to a divided state, where Democrats had supported her but they watched her for two months call the president-elect of the United States a terrorist sympathizer.'

The Anchorage Daily News certainly isn't happy with Palin's celebrity rounds, releasing an editorial this week that demanded the Governor concentrate on the job she was actually elected to: "There are ... low graduation rates, plummeting North Slope oil prices, proposals to build alternative energy projects, the gas pipeline. It's time for the governor to refocus on Alaska's needs."

So maybe Palin should consider, you know, actually getting to work repairing her state before she sets out to repair her own image. "She has to deal with the perception that she bobbled her debut," Claremont McKenna College political scientist John Pitney tells the AP, "She needs to stay home for a while. If she wants a future in national politics, her No. 1 job is doing a good job as governor."

Sarah Palin Baffles Reporters By Rehashing Stump Speech At RGA Conference [HuffingtonPost]
Pawlenty On Palin Speech: "Interesting" [MSNBC]
Is Alaska Big Enough For Celebrity Palin'[AP]
Cold Realities Await Gov. Sarah Palin In Alaska[AP]
Back Home, Palin Finds Landscape Has Changed[NYTimes]

Miami, November 21. Image via INF.

Though we all love pictures and videos of adorable pandas, it is probably best to remember that beyond the cuteness, pandas are still wild animals who have no desire to become our personal teddy bears. A college student in southern China found out the hard way: after sneaking into the panda's enclosure to try to snag a panda hug, the student, identified only as Liu, received a number of bites on his arms and legs from the panda, Yang Yang, who was not happy with the student for invading his pen. "Yang Yang was so cute and I just wanted to cuddle him," Liu told reporters as he lay in the hospital, "I didn't expect he would attack... I don't remember how many bites I got." Liu is expected to make a full recovery, though it's fairly certain he won't be looking to nom nom any real pandas again anytime soon.[BBC News]

Los Angeles, November 21. Image via x17.

With Twilight driving teenage girls across the country insane this weekend, the character of Bella Swan has cemented herself (whether we like it or not) among the ranks of teenage heroines who appear to embody the angst, confusion, and general weirdness of adolescence. It's an easy character for us to tear apart, but the fact is that for whatever reason, Bella Swan speaks to young girls the way that Lydia Deets, Veronica Sawyer, and Samantha Baker spoke to us. It's hard to argue, however, that Twilight is the best thing we can offer adolescent girls. The truth is that there's always been a lack of films that really capture what it's like to be a young girl these days; many of them are watered down or exaggerated to the point where even child actresses can be pegged in the standard roles of hookers, doormats, and manic pixie dream girls. I recently came home to find my boyfriend sitting in front of the television, watching Stand By Me, which led me to wonder: Where is our coming-of-age movie'

There is a jealousy that creeps in whenever I watch Stand by Me. The relationships shared between the boys seem so real, so true. You forget that you're watching young actors; you feel as if you really get to know what it's like to be an adolescent boy. Yet there isn't really an equivalent for girls: I suppose the closest thing we have to a female version of Stand By Me is the 1995 film Now and Then.

Now and Then is a sweet little film about four friends growing up in the suburbs in the 1970's. It is also a stereotypical mess. The four friends each represent a different female standard: there is the tomboy, Roberta, who is raised by her father and chooses to hide her sexuality by taping her breasts to her body; the eccentric, Sam, who turns to science-fiction in the wake of her parents' divorce; the goody-goody caretaker, Chrissy, who worships Marcia Brady, and calls her vagina her 'flower'; and Teeny, the sex-crazed daughter of rich, absent, flighty parents, who seeks'what else''fame and fortune.

Now, I know those descriptions sounded a bit harsh, but sincerely, I do like Now and Then, a lot. The issues I take with it, I suppose, only come about after I watch something like Stand By Me, where the characters, who have also been through some serious trauma, relate to each other not as stock versions of childhood stereotypes, but as honest depictions of little boys. In Now and Then, we move between the characters as adults and the characters as young girls; the most frustrating aspect of the film is that the characters barely grow or change at all. The tomboy grows up to be a doctor played by Rosie O'Donnell, the sci-fi geek grows into a chain-smoking, black-wearing, bitter writer played by Demi Moore, the fame-seeker becomes a celebrity played by Melanie Griffith, and the goody-two-shoes ends up a pregnant house wife played by Rita Wilson. They are, essentially, older, taller versions of their 12 year old selves. What they want in life hasn't changed. How they define themselves hasn't changed. The film ends with all four women meeting up at their treehouse, after the birth of Chrissy's baby. I think we are supposed to find this moment very sweet and endearing, but I always saw it as very sad.

It is fairly evident that the girls in the flashbacks have grown apart; watching them interact as women is sort of like bumping in to your best friend from high school who you don't talk to anymore. It's not because you two had a fight, or because you no longer like each other, it's just because life got in the way, and whatever bonds you had were broken by time and distance and that strange transition from adolescence into adulthood. You remember the endless supply of inside jokes and stories you once shared, but you're afraid to bring them up, because she might not remember, and even if she does, she might not think they're funny anymore, or that the whole thing is just forced and painful. If the two of you had a time machine in 1999, and saw yourselves as you are today, you would never believe it. It's a very peculiar thing when you grow up and your friends become complete strangers.

I guess that's why I prefer the ending of Stand by Me. Gordie lays it out as bluntly as possible: the boys grow apart in junior high. More tragedy strikes. Life, however, goes on. Despite the loss of the friendships, Gordie is able to look back on them with a heartbreaking fondness that rings so true it almost hurts. Typing at his desk as an adult, he delivers one of my favorite lines of all time: "I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone'"

I don't know if there will ever be a film that really captures what it is like to be a 12 year old girl. There are too many factors running against it: in order for a film about young girls to be successful, it seems, you need to have some kind of marketing deal, some type of sexed-up pop-star princess tie in that gets the kids excited. Maybe the movie shouldn't be made for children, but made for adults, the way Stand By Me, with its Rated R rating, was. Perhaps there already is an equivalent out there that I'm missing. If so, you guys should fill me in.

Or maybe it is impossible to make a film about us, because it is easier for the world to watch boys come-of-age than to watch girls do it; god forbid we grow up, in this culture of eternal youth and princess glory. But the world, I think, is missing out on something. There was a very quiet beauty in growing up, and though parts of it were awful, and parts of it were strange, I think there is a period in every woman's childhood that stands out as the time when she began to figure out who she was and where she was going. And though we may not have a 'classic' film to represent or explain that time to others, we wear the scars and carry the lessons always. And whatever we learned on playgrounds or kickball fields or at sleepover parties or roller rinks somehow plays a part in the decisions we make today. You may not be friends with the girls you told your secrets to, or had adventures with, or wondered about the future with, but they are somehow always around, even if you've forgotten their names, their faces, the sound of their voices; they were, at one time, the vaults you locked the best parts of yourself in. They were the people who liked you for who you were, even if you didn't know who that person was yet.

Maybe nobody does have friends like the ones they have at 12. Or maybe we seek out the best kinds of replacements, the types of friends who, at any age, will take your secrets to the grave and stay up with you on a Saturday night, laughing and laughing about nothing at all.

Earlier: 80% Of Women Babes Plan To See Twilight

Los Angeles, November 21. Image via Flynet.

It's time to bust out your bedazzled tank-tops and give your copy of Tragic Kingdom a spin: No Doubt (you know, that band Gwen Stefani was in once) is regrouping and heading out on a world tour. It will be the band's first tour since their 2004 hiatus; lead singer Gwen Stefani has stayed busy over the past four years, embarking on a wildly successful solo career, putting out two albums as well as starting a fashion line, L.A.M.B., and giving birth to two sons, Kingston and Zuma, with her husband, Gavin Rossdale. It's anyone's guess what the new No Doubt will sound like, though one imagines it will be a bit like attending a high school reunion of sorts: Gwen will surely sing the hits she wrote about her ex-boyfriend and bandmate Tony Kanal, but the broken hearted girl who wrote those songs 13 years ago is now an international superstar who now has most of the things she sang about wanting for so long. Still: how rad is that picture' And will you be buying tickets' [NoDoubt]

Beverly Hills, CA. November 21. Image via Flynet.

Anyone can be a star on the internet. You don't have to have a skill: you can dance poorly in your bedroom, fall off a coffee table, cry over a falling star, or get caught playing Jedi in a school studio, all alone. YouTube makes it possible for anyone to be visible to the rest of the world; with a webcam and a computer anyone can reach an audience of millions. There is a strange disconnect that happens between people sitting on the opposite sides of screens; this obsession with everyone getting to be a somebody has, in fact, turned everybody into a nobody, a nothing, a shadow of a thing, a visual illusion that can be stopped and started with a few clicks.19-year-old Abraham Biggs made a statement like all other internet video stars: Watch me, I'm going to do this. And people did. They watched him for twelve hours, as the camera recorded his declaration that he wanted to die and intended to commit suicide. They watched him, laughed, and discussed his fate as he overdosed on pills, slumped over on his bed, and drifted out of the world.

Online interactions are broken down into small electronic boxes: a computer on a desk, a screen on a computer, a video playing in the center of that screen. We watch other human beings float in and out of these boxes, putting on the versions of themselves they deem most fit for public consumption. In the best circumstances, everyone, including the video star, gets at least a laugh out of it. But in the worst circumstances, the disconnect becomes so strong that we lose all sight of the small human being within the video screen.

YouTube is filled with clips of teenage girls singing cover versions of popular songs, leaning into the camera to share their thoughts on a book, or a television show, or a band, creating these sad and quiet diaries for everyone to read as a means to garner attention and validation and, most likely, just to have an excuse to talk to somebody. There is a loneliness and a patheticism that comes with such a thing; for every person trying to be an internet star, there are five or six just trying to be noticed by somebody, anybody at all. Montana Miller, a professor of popular culture at Bowling Green University, sums it up as a generational desire to live in the most public way possible: "If it's not recorded or documented then it doesn't even seem worthwhile," Miller said. "For today's generation it might seem, `What's the point of doing it if everyone isn't going to see it''"

I suppose it isn't really shocking at this point that suicide, like everything else on earth, has become an internet event. But the fact that we are so far removed, as a society, from the basic elements of humanity at times, to sit in a chat room and watch a 19-year-old die over a period of 12 hours while some members actually encouraged him to go through with it and others discussed, as Wendy Crane, an investigator at the Broward County Medical Examiner's office claims, "whether he was taking a dose big enough to kill himself."

Abraham had apparently threatened suicide before and had a history of mental illness; he overdosed on the medication prescribed to help him with his bipolar disorder. He announced that he was planning to kill himself on a bodybuilding website that he frequented, and posted a link to a webcam hosted by Justin.tv, who seemingly had no problem hosting the event. A moderator at the bodybuilding site was tipped off to the webcam link, and notified police, who were seen on camera bursting into Abraham's room, which set off a round of "OMFG" and "hahahahaha" responses in the chat room.

Michael Seibel, Justin.tv's CEO, announced a statement regarding Abraham's death: "We regret that this has occurred and want to respect the privacy of the broadcaster and his family during this time." But Seibel isn't in the business of privacy; his company allowed this event to take place, his users seized the opportunity to watch a tragedy unfold, and nobody on the site bothered to care enough to do anything about it. As Abraham's sister, Rosalind Bigg, notes: "It didn't have to be. They got hits, they got viewers, nothing happened for hours." William Hill, a Miami lawyer, doesn't believe that the web site or the viewers will be held responsible: "There could conceivably be some liability if they knew this was happening and they had some ability to intervene and didn't take action," Hill says, but he thinks "it would be a stretch."

YouTube's motto is "Broadcast Yourself." There won't be a halt in confessional videos, or stupid human tricks, or even internet tragedies such as this one; Abraham was not the first person to commit suicide by webcam, and sadly, he will most likely not be the last. But the question his death brings about is less about Abraham's intentions than our own: when will the age of the random stranger in the box disappear and make way for a more human interaction' When will we finally stop viewing the world around us through a removed lens and begin to realize that the "stars" on the other end of the screen are just human beings, wanting not only an audience who will watch, but perhaps an audience who will truly listen as well'

Florida Teen Broadcasts Suicide On Internet[NYPost]
Kin Distraught, Outraged Over Internet Suicide[MSNBC]

San Diego [Flickr/San Diego Shooter]

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It's 1:55 a.m., you're wasted, hungry, and you're not getting action tonight -- the obvious next step is to find some cheap greasy food and stuff your fat face. There are crappy pizzas and nasty burritos galore in the city, so here's a guide to the basics and some more interesting options to temporarily fill that vacant void in your soul (and leave you bloated well into the next day.) Drunken satiety mandatory; shopping for bigger jeans and sense of self-worth totally optional.

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Whether it's chicken, pork or beef with our beans, rice and cheese, Mexican food hardly ever fails to please. It's the ultimate hangover food, among the most satisfying takeout, and the messiest in date cuisine. In sweaty-hot back kitchens throughout the city, some of the best Mexican food to be had in the country is being whipped up en masse. Seriously, so much was never done with a dash of cilantro and lime. For every 'hood in the city, there are a different set of favorite restaurants vying for the hearts and stomachs of the people. Picks for the Fort Greene/Clinton Hill areas of Brooklyn, after the jump.

What is the weekend for if not waking up late, stuffing your face with salty breakfast meats, washing it all down with alcohol, then napping until it gets dark again' Saturday and Sunday brunches are potentially addictive -- they allow one to be social while feeling like shit and catching up on last night's debaucherous events while nursing the shakes. In order to avoid spending your weekend cash searching for the perfect hair of the dog, adhere to this list of brunches to satisfy your appetite for cheap champagne.

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Amsterdam [Flickr/marcelgermain]

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·Is the transatlantic golf cruise the latest tourism trend' [Globorati]

Mumbai [Flickr/Swami Stream]

̭Delta scraps preferred seats-for-sale program [AP]
̭3 popular US airports welcoming new runways [CNN]
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̭Dubai’s Atlantis celebrates opening with a $35 million party [Globorati]
̭Meanwhile in Mumbai, nightlife takes a hit [Gadling]
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Earlier we covered historic bars in LA, and it's time to move on to their restaurant counterparts. After all, you've got to line your stomach before you move on to nostalgic drinking. Los Angeles restaurants that have been around for at least 80 years tend to serve the same kind of food they always have -- for better or for much, much worse -- but you're really going there for atmosphere and funny old black-and-white photos. Below are some of the more centrally located old LA restaurants, with, again, fact-checking thanks to LA Time Machines.

Few things compliment a cold winter night like a good bottle of wine. And all over Boston there are standout wine shops with well-curated selections and knowledgeable staff, as well as those catering to consumers looking for odd vintages or local wines. And still others are popular simply because of a great location. After the jump, our recommendations for your own Bostonian liste de vin.

Whether you're looking for a place to watch the Sharks, Cal, Giants, 49ers, Raiders, or Warriors, San Francisco is chock-full of sports bars. So, if you didn't score tickets to the game in time, or just want to watch it with a beer in hand that doesn't cost an exorbitant amount, skip out on those expensive courtside seats and head to your local sports bar--five of which are waiting for you after the jump. Other venue suggestions can be dunked in the comments or dispatched in the tipline. Pass the beer and pretzels. It's going to be a long game.

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Millennium Park, Chicago [Flickr/terren in Virginia]

·NY’s Museum of National History debuts new ice-skating rink [via DC]
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Dominical, Costa Rica [Flickr/acordova]

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·Renovated American History Museum reopens in Washington [AP]

Happy World Toilet Day everyone! In honor of this illustrious holiday we're honoring the best bathrooms our fine city has to offer. Everyone knows, when you gotta go, you gotta go. But it isn't that easy to find clean accommodating bathrooms when you're out and about in New York. So, to help you out next time, here are some primo bathrooms where you can make an inconspicuous emergency pit stop.

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Alrighty, kids. In recent weeks we've given you the lowdown on where to score Southern BBQ and greasy diner grub in Los Angeles. But, given that the City of Angels is exceedingly body-conscious, every once in a while you might want to substitute your pork sandwich with a salad. So, if you're looking for a few good restaurants serving miraculously low-calorie (or, at least, lower-calorie) versions of the foods you love, you've come to the right place. Here's a roundup of great LA eateries for eating healthy without feeling like you've sold your soul.