This evening, Clevelanders were stunned to learn that two teenagers and a twenty-year-old woman who went missing over ten years ago were found alive. In their own neighborhood. Right in their own backyard.
Amanda Berry, Gina DeJesus, and Michelle Knight were rescued today when Charles Ramsey heard Amanda screaming for help to open the door she was kicking to free herself and the others.
Beyonce and Blue Ivy in Brooklyn this Sunday.
Finally, from darkness, the child comes to the light.
(And just as suspected, Blue Ivy’s a beauty–just like mom, Beyonce!)
Without Rob Nelson, it's back to the reliably routine.
Did you hear? ABC News has promoted World News Now anchor Rob Nelson to the role of daytime correspondent . . .
The S-bomb is unsuitable for Suits.
Watching Suits this past winter season was shocking to say the least. Seems the USA network legal drama, starring Gabriel Macht, Patrick J. Adams, and Gina Torres, has picked up a new word that, when dropped, smells a little something like THIS.
Shining brightest . . . and cut like a diamond! Beyonce, who?
But did they all have to come back . . . on the same night? I thought it would never, ever, ever end! Anyhoo, here’s the 55th Grammy Awards Rewind.
Taylor Swift, ringmaster, opened the 55th Grammy Awards with an Alice in Wonderland circus act. Elton John helped Ed Sheeran kill some time and a few angels in the snow. The Best Pop Solo Performance went to Adele for “Set Fire to the Rain (Live).” Neil Patrick Harris (who annoyingly has nothing to do with music, thanks CBS) announced a performance by Fun. But just before Fun came to the stage to perform a funky, folksy tune aptly called “Carry On,” in a corner of the television Chris Brown’s arm was affectionately going around Rihanna’s neck and was one of the most deliciously irresistible moments of the night to voyeur.
And that was just the first 15 minutes of the show.
"The best Super Bowl Halftime Show ever!" --Jay-Z, Wendy Williams, The World
It was a raucous Sunday night with just a hint of spring in the New Orleans air. The glint of Mardi Gras beads twinkled here and there in the night like stars. The massive slaughter of poultry shot the demand for chicken flesh to an all-time high. The last ounce of chicken blood was reportedly last seen swinging in a vial from Angelina Jolie’s neck. But the spookiness did not end there.
Maybe Beyonce and Jay-Z should have named her Midnight Blue, for all the time she spends shrouded in darkness.
Blue Ivy spends first birthday alone. Playing solitaire. Waiting for the birth of Karmenian Bluegrass, Kim and Kanye West’s little klothespony-to-be. . . .
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