The Lo Zone

I love to see publishers coming up with new and innovative ways to to promote books. Case in point, Harper Collins/Amistad's promotion of Lolita's Files new book, Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame., which I've already added to my mountain high and growing TBR pile. Not only has Amistad created a trailer for the book, but according to Black Voices.com, a promotional soundtrack featuring debut recording artist Silena Murrell, who will even be appearing at some booksigning with Ms. Files.

Personally, I think all books should come with soundtracks. Not only is it a great way to promote new books but think of all the new musical talent it could bring to the limelight. Plus, doing joint signings with recording artists, who could perform a song or two, could add interest to boring booksignings and readings and draw foot traffic. I think it's a win win situation all around.

Katie: You play someone who's not a particularly appealing character in Hustle & Flow...a pimp...




Terrence: Yes...



Katie: ...you're the only person of color nominated in the...acting nominees, and last year five of the twenty acting nominees were African-American or people of color...so, do you have any reaction to that? Are you surprised?

Terrence: ...I feel like right now I have the opportunity to represent the entire black race right now, the black artistic community, and, that's just how it is, you know...we do the best we can...and just being a part of it, being their figurehead right now, and know (sic) the responsibility is there...and to have that whole galvanized support of that community behind me now...I think it...it increases my chances.

The eXile - which longtime PAGE SIX readers will recall was behind a putrid prank that involved hitting New York Times Moscow bureau chief Michael Wines in the face with a pie filled with horse sperm [...]

"A million little pieces" was the phrase that crossed my mind as I watched the vase (early Ming, blue and white dragon motif, would've looked spectacular in my living room) slipped through my gloved fingers and twirled delicately towards the floor. It seemed to take an hour for the vase to complete its suicidal gymnastic routine, time enough for me to think of all the times this hadn't happened and how each time had led me one step closer to the nirvana of home decor. A small Picasso above the fireplace. A tiny Keith Haring in the guest bathroom. Archaeological treasures graced the mantle and various shelves. "Oh, it's a gift shop replica," I would always tell people. But now the truth was that I had smashed a real Ming vase (oh, how cliche!) during a break-in and I could already hear footsteps crashing down the hall towards me to the wail of museum alarms. Ripping myself from bereavement (oh, that color! and with my sofa!) I leapt up and grabbed the rope that came through the air vent. Gucci glove over Gucci glove, I was home free into the vent - until I was grabbed by the Mahnolos and hauled off to jail. And this is why I write to you, Lolita, to try and win the CD. Life in jail is bleak! If I win, please have Mel Jackson kiss it for me. He is one super-hot man.

The most moving, funny, or powerful personal experiences (outrageously fictitious), no more than 200 words (I may be a little flexible on that, but definitely no more than 350), e-mailed to me at thelozone@lolitafiles.com (NOT in the "comments" section on this blog) will receive an autographed copy of the soundtrack signed by both me and the yumtastic actor, Mel Jackson.

…And the microphone came down in front of the camera while our President attempted a somber, yet uplifting live speech. And he said “Do you have your helmets?” And later he said “You’re trying to horde!!!”

Oh wait. This is supposed to be fictitious. Ahem.

I decided to try yoga for the first time to change up my routine and get a jumpstart on shedding the umpteen pounds I had packed on after too many M&M cookies and countless cups of eggnog. I wasn’t looking for the local health club variety. No, I wanted the real deal, the get-your-Buddah-in-gear sort. After being referred by a friend, I found the perfect class. I walked into the large, nondescript building and it exuded an overwhelming, yet somehow fascinating, blend of incense and booty sweat.

There were about twenty students in all, and I followed the assumed veterans into a large studio that strangely resembled what I imagined a champagne room to look like. I took my place in the back and stretched out my mat.

Much to my surprise (and, to be honest, chagrin), the yogi came in doing back handsprings while wearing a silver stripper bikini with Lucite heels and offensive coral lipstick. While I was expecting a taut, slender instructor, the woman had booty for days and implants so big that Pamela Anderson would blush.

“C’mon, you bitchazzzz! Let’s get those fat asses in shape!” she yelled as I tried to quietly slip out before she noticed me.

“You too, lard ass!”

I looked around before painfully realizing she was speaking to me.

“Ummm, I think I have the wrong class.”

“This is yoga for strippers, bitch! This ain’t preschool!” she yelled as she did a split-slash-downward-facing-dog as a Bengali translation of “Tipsy” by T.I. began blaring over the speakers.

Remind me to kill my friend and never to puke in her car again. Especially after drinking eggnog.

The Directors Guild of America has given its top feature film award to Ang Lee for Focus Features' "Brokeback Mountain."

Lee won over George Clooney for Warner Independent's "Good Night, and Good Luck," Paul Haggis for Lionsgate's "Crash," Bennett Miller for United Artists/Sony Classics' "Capote" and Steven Spielberg for Universal's "Munich."

SAG voters put the brakes on the "Brokeback Mountain" awards express Sunday, snubbing the cowboy romance at the 12th Annual SAG Awards and opting instead for an eclectic mix for its five feature trophies.

The cast of Lionsgate's "Crash""Crash" won the ensemble trophy for their portrayal of racial tension in Los Angeles while Philip Seymour HoffmanPhilip Seymour Hoffman took the lead actor award for Sony Classics' "Capote" as novelist Truman Capote. And Reese WitherspoonReese Witherspoon won the lead actress trophy for her portrayal of June Carter Cash in Fox's "Walk the Line."

The SAG shutout for "Brokeback" came a night after the Focus Features release had seemingly cemented its status as awards season front-runner thanks to a DGADGA Award for director Ang LeeAng Lee. "Brokeback" had also won the Producers Guild Award and four Golden Globes -- though none for its actors -- in the past two weeks.

Is your back broke yet?

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Marvel Comics just concluded a press conference to promote the upcoming wedding of the Black Pather and Storm. Participants in the conference included writers Reginald Hudlin and Eric Jerome Dickey, along with the usual Marvel staffers.

And as the accompanying “invitation” details, the build-up to the Wedding will start in March’s Black Panther #14 by Hudlin and artist Scot Eaton, and the February-debuting Storm six-issue limited series by Dickey and David Yardin.

Also part of the mix is the May Marvel Milestones: Black Panther and Storm collecting Marvel Team-Up #100 and 2000’s Black Panther Vol. 2 #26, and a June Uncanny X-Men Annual #1 by Chris Claremont, billed as an “All-new wedding tie-in focusing on Storm’s past”.

The event then cumulates in July’s Black Panther #18, “The Wedding”.

Standing up for the groom will be Reginald Hudlin & Scott Eaton


Giving away the bride will be Eric Jerome Dickey & David Yardin

[...] two Seattle residents filed suit in federal court against Frey and Random House, charging "breach of contract, unjust enrichment, negligent misrepresentation, intentional misrepresentation and violation of the Washington Consumer Protection Act," according to the Seattle Times. The plaintiffs, whose main request is to be compensated for the "lost time" in reading the book, are seeking class action for the suit. The newspapers says the suit is "apparently the third of its kind to be filed across the nation, seeks class-action status against Frey and the publisher."

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Both Sea-Monkeys and tabloid regulars are promoted as entertaining and attention-loving creatures who live in a world of make-believe. Celebrity stylists, makeup artists, image consultants and agents all work together to transform a marginally talented person into a super-hyped entity that seems to transcend normal human existence...just as Harold von Braunhut, creator of "Sea-Monkeys" was able to transform brine shrimp into the illusion of playful and friendly aquatic simians who wore crowns and lived in castles.

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HALLE Berry is hot to trot for studly Versace model Gabriel Aubry. Our spywitness spotted Berry, 39, all over the 30-year-old male mannequin at a cast dinner for the movie "Perfect Strangers" hosted by Bruce Willis at the Soho Grand. We're told the enthusiastic Oscar winner and Aubry smooched and touched each other during the entire meal. After their lip-smacking supper, the lovebirds slipped upstairs to Berry's suite, presumably for dessert.

[...] Penn...was found dead on Tuesday at an apartment near the Pacific Ocean in the Los Angeles suburb of Santa Monica, police sources said.

No cause of death was immediately determined but there was no signs of foul play, the sources added.

You left a legacy as indelible as your brother's.

Walt Disney and Pixar Animation Studios Tuesday unveiled a hotly anticipated merger that marks the end of Pixar's status as possibly the most successful independent film company ever, and promises a renaissance at Disney's animation division.

Disney will acquire Pixar in an all-stock transaction worth about $7.4 billion expected to be completed by this summer.

Terms call for 2.3 Disney shares to be issued for each outstanding share of Pixar.

As most deals do, it's likely to bring a degree of culture clash and a number of layoffs -- particularly in Disney's animation division.

[...]

Pixar chairman Steve Jobs will join Disney's board as a non-independent director. He owns 50.6% of Pixar and thus will become one of Disney's largest shareholders.

CBS Corp., Warner Bros. Entertainment and Tribune Co. announced Tuesday they're shutting down both the struggling WB and UPN and merging the two into a new entity called The CW.

Move will unite shows such as "Everybody Hates Chris," "Gilmore Girls," and "Veronica Mars" on one network, distributed by CBS and Tribune-owned stations.

The new fifth network, a 50-50 joint venture between CBS and Time WarnerTime Warner, will be distributed on CBS and Tribune-owned stations, reaching 95% of the country.

...Hunglikeahorseland.

Or what I'm sure is destined to become a cross-pollinated runaway hit:

Everybody Hates Reba

(Who the hell was watching Reba anyway? How is that show still on the air? It doesn't even match The WB's demographic.)

Let the fun-with-young-and-urban-demographics begin!!!

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Some asshole guy in an asshole job (investment banker, advertising exec... whatever) falls in love with a hippie barista named Lila at the Starbucks he goes to every morning. She moves in, they're in love, he buys vegan pseudoburgers and takes yoga and buys a Prius. She sleeps with the cashier at Barnes and Noble. In a fit of anti-environmentalist (and anti-Lila) rage, he parks the car in front of the store and shoots it full of holes, then goes to purchase the vehicle with the worst gas mileage he can find so he can finally go back to McDonalds.

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1. A slaphappy environmentalist is driving on the 405 in his cute little Prius on his way to a Greenpeace meeting. He cuts off a rapper in a gas-guzzling H2. Said rapper is exhausted (and blazed) after an all-nighter in the studio and has no time for such fuckery. Chaos and bulletholes ensue...

2. A slaphappy PETA member is driving on the 134 in her cute little Prius on her way to work at NBC and cuts off a big-shot film director in a gas-guzzling Aston Martin. The director's date is wearing a mink. The slaphappy PETA member gives both the finger. The director's just been pulled off his current film for going way overbudget and has no time for such bird-flipping fuckery. Chaos and bulletholes ensue...

3. A grim-faced-but-environmentally-conscious Crip passes an equally grim-faced-but-environment- loving Blood on the 101. Both are in Priuses of the same color and, for a fleeting moment, realize they share a common bond. The bangers smile and nod at each other, then suddenly remember their respective roles, frown, and pull out matching weaponry. Chaos, bulletholes, and identical shot-up Priuses ensue...

4. An elderly woman is inside the bank where the car is parked and has no idea the cute little Prius her sitcom-starring son gave her has been randomly shot up by bored, rowdy rich kids during the ten minutes that have lapsed since she's been inside. Chaos and coronaries ensue...

5. The world's most aggressive team of repo men attempt to recover the car from the sitcom-starring son after his show is abruptly cancelled. Chaos and lies to his elderly mother about his new job (moonlighting in soft porn) ensue...

6. The car, purchased at a police auction, is spotted by its former owner (an egomaniacal studio exec arrested for soliciting sex from minors on the internet) moments after he's just been released from jail. Chaos and recidivism ensue...

ABC committed to the big promotional campaign before even seeing a script for the show, said ABC entertainment president Stephen McPherson on Saturday. The series turned out to be a dog creatively, he indicated.

"Once we saw it was not launching, we felt like unfortunately it was not going to get better and we had to make a change," McPherson said.

The multi-Emmy award winning political drama will air for the last time on Sunday, May 14 in a special two-hour broadcast.

An hour-long retrospective will be followed by a special series finale, accordiong to Kevin Reilly, NBC Entertainment President.

"We are proud to have had the opportunity to bring television viewers one of the most acclaimed series in television history," Reilly said in a statement. "From the venerable, moving performances by the first-rate cast to the sterling creative team behind the camera, this series has left an indelible imprint on the landscape of television drama."

The African grey parrot kept squawking "I love you, Gary" as his owner, Chris Taylor, sat with girlfriend Suzy Collins on the sofa of their shared flat in Leeds, northern England.

But when Taylor saw Collins's embarrassed reaction, he realized she had been having an affair -- meeting her lover in the flat whilst Ziggy looked on, the UK's Press Association reported.

Ziggy even mimicked Collins's voice each time she answered her telephone, calling out "Hiya Gary," according to newspaper reports.

Call-center worker Collins, 25, admitted the four-month affair with a colleague called Gary to her boyfriend and left the flat she had shared with Taylor, 30, for a year.

Taylor said he had also been forced to part with Ziggy after the bird continued to call out Gary's name and refused to stop squawking the phrases in his ex-girlfriend's voice, media reports said.

"I wasn't sorry to see the back of Suzy after what she did, but it really broke my heart to let Ziggy go," he said.

"I love him to bits and I really miss having him around, but it was torture hearing him repeat that name over and over again.

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Oh-My-I'm-Tired AKA Omar Tyree sounds (and is) very self-centered and pompous, like he who holds the dick/paycheck should automatically get pussy. Making the paper does not entitle a man to pussy, not unless he's out at www.craigslist.com picking up whores under the erotic section at $250 a pop. I hate one-sided articles. IMHO, maybe the woman he's married to needs put on her shoes and shuffle out of the kitchen long enough to speak up. Speak up, Mrs. I'm-Tired (unless she's Celie and is afraid Mista's gonna pop her if she gets outta hand). Speak now or forever...have to live with this bullshit. Pull up a barstool and tell the world (well, the part of the world who might be interested in your I'm-Tired crew) how maybe the fucking ain't all that, how he's weak with tongue, foreplay ain't happening, how he wants to enter you dry and the ride is done before any dampness occurs, how his ass is (speculation on my part) is always in the basement on the sofa jacking off to Tyra Banks, how you're dealing with all them rug rats.

Oh I'm Tired.

He makes men sound like we're (all) insensitive sexaholics. Being famous does not make your woman/wife/lover become your indentured servant. Hey, how about trying this to turn your woman on, to put her in the mood: RESPECT. Being married, committed, and monogamous does not make you a good man or a good woman. Saying you're tortured, that sort of voids all the other trying-to-sound-sensitive bullshit in that article. Essence should be shot by tree activists for letting that crap get inked on precious paper. I would say the next time Oh-I'm-Tired speaks, scribble his narcissistic ramblings on two-ply, but I'd hate for any of us (including Mrs. I'm-Tired) to end up catching IBS.

A Lowdown spy reports that the 36-year-old Brown - who shares a 12-year-old daughter with the 42-year-old R&B superstar - has been telling friends and acquaintances they're splitsville.

The weekend before last, during a visit to the Foxwoods Casino in Mashantucket, Conn., Brown was spotted chatting up pretty women backstage while the all-girl group SWV (which stands for Sisters With Voices) performed along with male groups Guy and Blackstreet.

"While flirting with a bunch of women, they asked, 'What's up with your wife?' Bobby said, 'We ain't together no more. We're getting a divorce,'" says the spy.

"Mr. Gallo maintains the right to refuse sale of his sperm to those of extremely dark complexions," Gallo writes. "Though a fan of Franco Harris, Derek Jeter, Lenny Kravitz and Lena Horne, Mr. Gallo does not want to be part of that type of integration."

His site posting continues, "Under the laws of the Jewish faith, a Jewish mother would qualify a baby to be deemed a member of the Jewish religion. This would be added incentive for Mr. Gallo to sell his sperm to a Jew mother, his reasoning being with the slim chance that his child moved into the profession of motion picture acting or became a musical performer, this connection to the Jewish faith would guarantee his offspring a better chance at good reviews and maybe even a prize at the Sundance Film Festival or an Oscar."

We wouldn't wanna mess with Mother Nature's lovely handiwork.

“People say I’m into black women,” says Maher. “Robert De Niro is into black women. I’m just into women who are real, and they happen to be black.”

One of the people Wachowski met that night was among L.A.'s highest-profile dominatrixes, a tall, imposing blonde with a traffic-stopping figure who used the nom de kink Ilsa Strix. Inflicting extreme pain seemed to be Strix's specialty: "My greatest accomplishment in some ways," she once said, "[was] putting 333 needles into a single penis." Strix cracked a bullwhip on her slaves like no other. She ran the Dungeon with her handsome and strapping partner Buck Angel, a partial female-to-male transsexual known today in the porn world as "The Dude With a Pussy."

In the weeks following their first encounter, Larry Wachowski returned to the Dungeon to see Mistress Strix. Boundaries fell swiftly, stunning the Los Angeles bondage community, which prides itself on the fact that mistresses keep their submissives at arm's length. The relationship between Larry and Ilsa, both in their thirties, would eventually destroy two marriages and possibly alter the creative course of one of the most influential movie trilogies of the past quarter-century, co-created with his brother, Andy: the original Matrix, released in 1999, and its two inferior sequels, which both hit theaters, six months apart, in 2003. Once hailed as the kings of geek-chic Hollywood, the Wachowski brothers disappeared from the scene, becoming virtual recluses. Both turned down interview requests for this story.

[...] it happened seconds after the goofy yet hot duo returned from their holiday ski trip in Telluride, Colorado. Maybe the snow got to them? I dunno. What I can tell you is that this was hardly the stuff of Katie Holmes' visions. See, Cam is not into all that "take me to Paris and fill me with diamonds" brouhaha.

"Justin didn't get down on his knee," 'splains my extreme insider. "They were just talking about it and were kind of like, Yep, let's do it. He didn't give her a ring, and she's still not wearing one. But she is squealing, like, all the time."

Sony Music has teamed with the founder of a gay cable network to form a record label geared toward developing gay, lesbian and transgender recording artists.

The label, dubbed Music With a Twist, plans to employ talent scouts nationwide to find emerging artists who have generated a buzz in the gay community and have the potential for mass appeal.

[...]

"It's a home that says to artists, 'We not only are OK with who you are, but we embrace that as part of your identity,"' said Matt Farber, president of Wilderness Media & Entertainment and founder of Logo, the MTV Networks channel targeting gay audiences.

Get your Gay on, baby!!!

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Criminal Minds actress Kirsten Vangsness made a criminal fashion mistake [...] This look is Deadwood by way of the Ice Capades as designed by Courtney Love.

"We rely on the publishers to define the category that a book falls in and also the authenticity of the work..."

"I feel about A Million Little Pieces that although some of the facts have been questioned---and people have a right to question because we live in a country that lets you do that---that the underlying message of redemption in James Frey's, uh, memoir still resonates with me and I know that it resonates with millions of other people who have read this book, and who will continue to read this book..."

"To all those people out there who have received hope from reading this book, keep 'holding on,' because the essence of that, I don't doubt."

"What does this mean for the larger publishing world...in this memoir category?"

"To me it seems to be much ado about nothing...the majority of the story is inside the clinic."

"I certainly do recommend it for all...of the people out there..."

"I admire you tremendously and, um, thank you very much for your, for your support and, uh, you know it's, I'm still incredibly honored to be associated with you and I will for the rest of my life."

Was it really a mouse that burned down Luciano Mares' house? Or was it just the wind?

Mares' story of a flaming mouse that scampered from a burning pile of leaves into his rural home Saturday drew international media attention. Then on Monday, the 81-year-old told an Albuquerque television station that strong wind spread burning leaves, leveling his home of more than two decades.

But on Tuesday, Mares and his nephew stood by his original version that a mouse was the culprit.

Consumers posting on Oprah Winfrey's Book Club message board indicate that Random House is providing refunds to buyers of A MILLION LITTLE PIECES who call their customer service line to complain in the wake of the unanswered charges made by The Smoking Gun earlier this week. One correspondent posts: "Tell them you wanted fact not fiction.... They are very nice and will tell you how to return the book for a full refund..."

and here...

She looks like a very startled big-eyed alien. I hereby bequeath her a new moniker: Startled Jones.

The supermodel's adopted "mother," Mary Blackwell, wife of Island Records founder Chris Blackwell, passed away last year and "the funeral home had done this makeup for her, it was awful," Campbell said. "I wiped it off her, redid everything, fixed her hair. I've never spent so much time with a body before," she told the London Observer. "It was a big learning experience because it made me not afraid of death anymore."

The supermarket tab says Whitney’s voice is shot from years of cocaine abuse and she and her hubby, Roxbury homey Bobby Brown, are running out of money. The newspaper claims Houston, who underwent rehab at least twice since confessing on TV three years ago she had used cocaine, pills and booze, has blown through her fortune buying drugs and supporting a posse of hangers-on. And because she cannot record, no new cash is coming in.

[...] sources close to Brown say the ex-New Edition crooner is up to date on child support payments to his ex-galpal and Stoughton resident Kim Ward, who has two of Bobby’s kids. Brown even made a whopping payment to the kids’ college funds last fall, ending years of delinquency.

“He’s all paid up,” said our spy. “But [Whitney] doesn’t look good."

Brown’s Bravo reality series “Being Bobby Brown” has been renewed for another season.

Bloggers (specifically LiveJournal community OhNoTheyDidn't in "The Post," which has since been deleted) take notice of Star Jones' blog and post literally hundreds of comments and pictures. Star Jones (or her blog minions) takes immediate action, deleting 'hateration'-filled comments and banning users...

This story is so sharp that it should cut itself to shreds. If this is the benchmark of Lolita Files' work, then we'll be keenly looking out for more books by this author. Delightfully wicked.

HIP-hop impresario Jermaine Dupri is shopping a book proposal to publishers this week. The Grammy-nominated producer and rapper's memoir - tentatively titled "Young, Rich and Dangerous" - will dish on working with everyone from Mariah Carey and Usher to Bow Wow and kiddie rap duo Kriss Kross. Look for Dupri's story to also dwell on his relationship with longtime girlfriend Janet Jackson.

We all have much to learn from Star, obviously, so now we bring you nuggets of wisdom from her book:

"Unless you are in serious denial, no one's going to be as honest with yourself as you ... I want you to get into the habit of assessing yourself truthfully."

You first, Star.

"I'm a firm believer in bigger is better for many things."

That we know already.

"Check your breath - either by having a very good friend smell when you exhale, or blow into a paper bag and smell what comes out."

Stop talking now, Star!

"Thou Shall Not Pay Retail."

Or, in your case, at all.

"I was lucky - I've never been taught anything but 'You're fabulous and can achieve anything you want.'"

Your luck, our loss.

"Look - when I did a summation on myself, I clearly saw some of my faults. I'm bossy, I'm extremely controlling. I find it easier to do things myself rather than share in the doing."

Girl, don't stop there!

"Al was watching a ballgame in the living room, but all of a sudden, there he was in my room. And he started massaging my feet while Fifi and the girls braided my hair."

Oh, yuck.

"We went out dirty dancing - we call it slow dragging - four nights in a row."

Star, why did you have to tell us that?

"We learned to make love without having sexual intercourse. It would hold us for awhile."

Again, Star ... we're begging you, please.

I mean, Al is a beautiful man. He's got the legs of a stallion.

We're outta here!

If there isn't a persistent rumor about a certain kind of Apple product before Macworld, it's probably not worth building. On my last night in Vegas I searched the Net's archives for old rumors aligned with previous Next Big Things introduced by Intel, Microsoft (MSFT), or anyone else. An Apple Web portal circa 1998? I couldn't find even a wish for one. An Apple tablet computer beyond its doomed Newton? Rumors persisted for years until the Treo's microkeyboard made stylus-tapping unnecessary.

Most telling was the arc of iPhone rumors. They flamed hotter each month -- until the first iTunes phone was upstaged at its own launch party by a sexier iPod. Mac rumorists seem to have realized they didn't want a better iTunes phone -- they just didn't want one at all. Four months later, this year's pre-Macworld rumor roundup at MacRumors.com doesn't even mention phones.

The pop-punk princess took the marital plunge Saturday, swapping vows with her fiancé, the motocross-racing, Surreal Life-starring Carey Hart, at a seaside, sunset ceremony in Costa Rica.

MLK.
Futuristic Planet-ruling Monkeys.

They go together like rice and...

Wal-Mart Stores Inc. is shutting down the system that creates movie recommendations on its shopping Web site after it linked a "Planet of the Apes" DVD to films about famous black Americans, including Martin Luther King Jr.

Wal-Mart said Thursday it had removed what it called the "offensive combinations" from a walmart.com page advertising a boxed DVD set, "Planet of the Apes: The Complete TV Series."

Under a "similar items" section, the DVD set's page linked shoppers to four films about the lives of King, actress Dorothy Dandridge, boxer Jack Johnson and singer Tina Turner. Wal-Mart later altered the page to link with television show DVDs.

Black people are monkeys.

Futuristic monkeys who will one day rule the earth.

"God considers this land to be his," Robertson said on his TV program "The 700 Club." "You read the Bible and he says 'This is my land,' and for any prime minister of Israel who decides he is going to carve it up and give it away, God says, 'No, this is mine."'

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In discussing what he said was God's insistence that Israel not be divided, Robertson also referred to the 1995 assassination of Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin, who had sought to achieve peace by giving land to the Palestinians. "It was a terrible thing that happened, but nevertheless he was dead," he said.

People For the American Way Foundation, which monitors "The 700 Club," criticized Robertson's remarks, calling them "an implicit reference to recent steps the prime minister has taken to advance the Israeli-Palestinian peace process."

"Once again, Pat Robertson leaves us speechless with his insensitivity and arrogance," the group's president, Ralph G. Neas, said in a statement.