I spent the weekend in the Hamptons and didn't see anyone famous

This weekend was, of course, Siren Fest. Q and Not U got kids dancing hard in some hot hot heat. I got a sunburn like you wouldn't believe, but Jess Lane and I ate Nathan's corndogs. So worth it.

The Washington Monument Blinks Goodnight

Speaking of Jess Lane, she and Jon Golbe have begun production on a pilot for Channel 102 (the NYC equivalent of Channel 101, home of The 'Bu, House of Cosbys, etc.) "Teenage Homicide" is about a brother-sister crime-solving duo who investigate New York's most brutal teen murders. They are also in a rock band! Yessss! High fives!

Some news from the WTF desk:
I choked on my coffee this morning when I read this in the Times: "Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others," a music-theater piece based on Smiths songs will be like Mamma Mia, but for the cult of teenage angst.

Vanilla Ice's New album, "Platinum Underground," will include Ninja Rap 2 and a cover of Destiny's Child's "Survivor." I just wish there could have been some Surreal Life inter-season love (Jane Wiedlin productions, Da Brat remixes). Via birthday boy Dan Fitchette.

America's love of Mariah Carey is about to slip from sincere ("always be my baby") to ironic ("glitter") to sincere again (god "we belong together" is a good song), and back to ironic ( she shows up at an event with abs airbrushed onto her body.)

The Onion vs. Gawker, softball style. Jessica Coen will have to take time out from being the first blogger on VH1 (like stepping on the moon, one giant leap for blogkind) and getting into a petty fight with Page Six.

Sandra Bullock marries the guy from that show "Monster Garage" where the dudes rebuild motorcycles. I care just enough about Miss Congeniality 2 and the fate of reality television to give this one a solid WTF.

Everything that matters I learned from VH1's "Fabulous Life of..." : Paris Hilton wears size 11 shoes. My respect for her grows each day.

Shit it's about to storm I gotta roll,
kb

p.s. Today I interviewed a dashing gentleman scholar who, when not teaching Tibetan orphans to read or interning at Harvard Law, plays rock music on an electric guitar. Our round of name-dropping included Selsam, Schranz, and Stylofone. The Fine Lines are going places, like to the Mercury Lounge (they would be too young to get in if they weren't headlining.) I like the last track on the page.