***Update*** Ohmigod! I forgot to mention that, starting 10 p.m. Sept. 11th, TBS is going to be running "The Office" reruns on Tuesday nights.

Jim Halpert two times a week?! I. May. Die.

Much like my friends at the Best Week Ever blog, I haven't been talking too much about "The Office" this summer.

But with the release of season 3 on DVD next week, and new episodes airing in less than a month, I'm back on "The Office" train, people. All aboard!

Excitement and the humidity have clearly addled my brain. Just watch this video on how Jim, Pam, Dwight, et al spent their summer vacations. And - OHMIGOD - pay special attention to how Karen spent her summer vacay. And Ryan! Check out Ryan's the temp new look.

Seriously. I'm on exclamation point overload. This is what "The Office" does to me. Less than a month!

***UPDATE #2*** CNN.com is reporting that Owen Wilson did, indeed, attempt suicide, as indicated by the police log for Sunday. "Extra TV" reports that it was his brother, Luke, who found him.

Wilson issued the following statement yesterday: "I respectfully ask that the media allow me to receive care and heal in private during this difficult time."

I continue to be bummed about this entire event, and still wish Owen well.

***UPDATE***Star magazine is reporting that Owen Wilson tried to commit suicide by slitting his wrist and taking an "indeterminate" number of pills. According to Star, Wilson was discovered by a family member, who called 911. Police arrived on the scene, as did a criminal defense attorney who Star believes is working for Wilson.

This is coming from Star - a publication notorious for publishing untruths, so I'm going to hold onto the hope that none of the above is true.

Original post: Today is turning out to be a really bad day for Owen Wilson and Nick Hogan, who have each been hospitalized for separate incidents.

TMZ is reporting that Owen Wilson has been hospitalized for unknown reasons after a 911 call was placed this afternoon in Santa Monica. There's no word yet on what happened to Wilson, and I sincerely hope he is okay. I can't imagine any future Wes Anderson films without him.

On the opposite side of the country, Nick Bollea, son of Hulk Hogan (real name: Bollea), was seriously injured when a car he was driving in Clearwater, Florida, hit a median, flipped around, then slammed into a tree. Apparently the car was totaled and both passengers were flown by Medivac helicopter to the hospital. Nick is in serious condition, while the passenger in his car is in critical condition. Those of you who watch "Hogan Knows Best" know that Nick likes to race cars; today's accident occurred while he was speeding down a public street.

Here's hoping both men are okay.

Baby Spears: Mommy, who are those people in the Kohl's suit separates and cheap shoes sitting in our cabana and writing stuff down every time you drink your mommy medicine or teach doggie his lessons?

Britney: No one, Baby. Just some [expletives deleted] your son of a bitch daddy hired to take away mommy's precious boys from her. Remember what we always say? Say it with me: Daddy doesn't love you like Mommy does --

Baby Spears: because he wants to make me work in sweat shop in Fresno all day with no soda or candy or swimming, like Mommy gives me. Mommy, can I have another sip of your medicine?

Britney Spears: No, Baby. You know that's just for nap time, and only when Mommy has her special friends over.

Baby Spears: Oh yeah. I can't wait for nap time! Mommy, where are my pants?

Perez Hilton is claiming that Fidel Castro has died.

Who is Perez Hilton? Probably the most successful gossip blogger on the Internet, simultaneously revered and hated for his "calls it as he sees it" approach to blogging about celebrities (which generally means saying that everyone is gay and/or drawing cocaine trails on their photos).

Somehow, this jerk has weaseled his way into some fairly impressive celebrity circles. Celebs from Paris Hilton to Victoria Beckham claim to love Perez, although I believe it has less to do with love and more to do with staying on the good side of someone who gets 3 million hits a day, plus appears on various television and radio shows to talk about their personal lives, which he sees up close. He's gross, and generally I refuse to link to his site.

However, for the last week, Perez has been claiming that he has exclusive information about the death of Fidel Castro, and now the story is making the rounds across the web. Does Perez really know something that has not yet been picked up by credible news sources? God, I hope not.

I'd hate to think this bloated, irresponsible fool has scooped the nation's top journalistic endeavors. On the other hand, if Perez is wrong, it could open gossip bloggers in general up to a whole lot of criticism and negative attention.

Stick to the code, people. We take down entitled heiresses, popstars past their prime, and addict ingenues. Leave the political stuff to The Drudge Report CNN.

I have no idea what is happening in this Japanese commercial starring the British Orlando Bloom, who is shilling a hair product that goes by the Spanish word "Uno".

All I know is, Orlando's hair looks amazing. Stuff is crashing around him, people are trying to kill him, there is some sort of incident with a car, at one point he finds himself falling out of a high-rise building - and yet, he always has the time to make sure not a wisp of hair is out of place.

If ABC ran Japanese commercials every 6 minutes during episodes of "Lost," I might have continued to watch that show.

Bonus: Watch for the part where Orlando rips off that sad little porn 'stache he's been rocking attempting lately. Another reason to thank the Japanese.

Sweet Georgia Brown, what has happened to Richard Grieco?

Remember him? He was on the cops-posing-as-high-school-kids gem "21 Jump Street" for a spell, then had his own short-lived spinoff, "Booker". At the time, he was very easy on the eyes - major man candy (at least, to my 13-year old eyes).

And now he looks like the oily spawn of Gene Simmons and a Doberman Pinscher.

Note to Richard: Your face skin shouldn't be pulled back so tightly your lips will no longer close. Just a thought. Seriously. How do you chew?

I haven't really been keeping up with the status of Amy Winehouse's revolving door rehab trips. She was in, then she wasn't, then she was. Tuesday it was announced that her tour dates for September were postponed. And now today comes this: the Daily Mail has an account of Amy's recent fight with her husband in a hotel, complete with pictures of the bloody and bruised-up couple. Amy claims that she was cutting herself, about to do drugs with a call girl, and her husband came in and "saved" her, thus starting the brawl.

This goes beyond even my capacity for enjoying the antics of celebrities. I mean, WTF?

I can't make a joke about this. This girl does not seem likely to live to her 25th birthday, and the day she dies, it's going to be pretty creepy knowing that millions of people watched her slowly kill herself while eating their morning bagels and glancing at their favorite gossip sites.

Wealthy celebutante Nicole Richie served a whopping 82 minutes of her 4-day sentence for D.U.I. this afternoon in a Lynwood, California, jail.

According to People.com, Richie checked herself into the Lynwood jail (the same jail in which Paris Hilton served her time) at 3:15 p.m. and was released at 4:37 p.m. due to overcrowding.

Richie, who is five months pregnant, was recorded as weighing 105 pounds. She should have been kept in the jail 10 minutes longer and force-fed one good prison meal. That might have been a little closer to justice served.

Things are looking even better for Lindsay Lohan now, aren't they? Having been sentenced to 1 day in jail, I'm fairly certain she'll get credit for time served just because she spent time thinking about jail. God bless overcrowding, hunh, girls?

Somebody get me a bottle of Grey Goose, an eight ball and my car keys. Let's see if we can make Vegas by midnight.

***UPDATE*** Lindsay Lohan has plea bargained her way down to one day in jail, 10 days community service and 36 months probation.

*Related* Overheard from Nicole Richie ten seconds after Lohan's deal was reached: "Betch."

Apparently, being young and a drug addict has worked to Lindsay Lohan's advantage.

Lohan, who is currently in Utah doing photoshoots for OK! magazine for her third attempt at rehab, was charged with 2 misdemeanor counts of driving under the influence this morning in Los Angeles. If convicted, she could face four whole days in jail; however, as a plea bargain is set to happen this afternoon, I wouldn't count on the four days happening.

If you'll recall, cocaine was found in the car at Lindsay's first D.U.I. arrest, and she was busted for bringing a narcotic into a custodial facility during the second. So why wasn't Lohan charged with any felony charges?

According to TMZ, Lohan had less than the .05 grams of cocaine required for felony charges in her system during her first arrest. During the second arrest, the manner in which the drug was seized from Lohan was "questionable," whatever the hell that means, and the amount seized "didn't meet the threshold for filing."

Also helping Lindsay are her age (barely 21), and the frequency of her busts. Apparently, the D.A. takes these things into consideration when considering felony charges. Since it's clear Lindsay has a serious problem, and since she pops into rehab every time she's busted, she has managed to skate by with a severely reduced punishment.

Oh, plus she's famous. Really, really famous. And this is Los Angeles we're talking about. Right, Foxy Brown?

So, good for Lindsay. How about a couple of beers to celebrate? Oops. Looks like she beat me to it. I'll just start working on those "Third times a D.U.I. charm for Lindsay Blowhan" posts now, shall I?

Just Jared has posted a couple of behind-the scenes pictures from the one-hour season premiere of "The Office," scheduled for Sept. 27 at 9 p.m. The post also includes some spoilers about the episode (not the ones you really want to read, though), including one unfortunate Dunder Mifflinite's experience with bleeding nipples. Nice.

I had some fun watching "Arrested Development" on DVD this summer, but I am starting to get excited about "The Office" again. Season Three comes out on DVD September 4 and I'm fairly certain I will watch the whole thing in one sitting. I'm ready to resume my crush on Jim Halpert and willing to forget that stupid movie with Mandy Moore.

Or, willing to try to forget it, as the case may be. Jim + Pam 4eva!

Related: Mandy Moore looks like a drag queen. I'm just saying.

Apparently newly-hot John Mayer and Cameron Diaz were spotted looking all canoodle-y over the weekend in New York.

History suggests that I'd have something negative to say about this, but you know what? I think they'd make a great pair. Physically, they look like they'd make a cute couple (looks like John finally outgrew that boob obsession), and although she may have her mid-breakup freak-outs, Cameron, who likes to surf, ski and save the environment, seems like a chill enough girlfriend for the clever, environmentally-aware John. His last attempt, of course, was Jessica Simpson, who looks like she spends her time alternately whining about being bored and chewing on her hair.

Yep. Definitely a good match. Well played, John Mayer.

I don't know why, but I am in a generous mood today. If you're a celebrity, do something dumb today because it appears I may just let it go. Britney Spears, I am looking solely in your direction.

I recently got into the show "Arrested Development" (a year after it was canceled, natch), so it pleases me to no end to see photos of my TV boyfriend, Jim Halpert Michael Bluth on the gossip sites.

These pictures are of Jason Bateman and Charlize Theron (Rita on "Arrested") on the set of their film Hancock, and they make me believe that this is how happy Michael and Rita could have been together. You know - minus that whole "M.R.F." thing.

And if you've never seen "Arrested Development," go to Target right now and buy all three seasons on DVD - they're about $20 each and you can burn through them before Season 3 of "The Office" comes out on DVD September 4. TV rules!

Though it's the acting like a mom she can't seem to suss out.

Here is a photo taken by X17 of Britney riding around in her convertible, natural hair a-blowin' in the breeze. If you'll recall, the last time we saw Brit without a ratty wig or a rattier weave was shortly after she went all Mary Poppins Captain Crazypants on that paparazzo's car with an umbrella or, as Britney put it, researched a "roll" (with extra butter, no doubt).

I'm sure Britney's hair would look a little less Carol Brady-like if she ditched the silly sunglasses, so I'm going to give her a pass on this one and just say that she looks better than she has (sans Photoshop) in a good long while. Good job, Criss Angel. You may not be dating Britney, but your magic powers managed to remove the dead cat from her head. I'll give you a pass, also - but just until the day you inevitably start dating Kimberly Stewart.

I don't want to hear any more rumors about Clay Aiken being gay. It's just not true, okay? I think this video of him doing justice to Justin Timberlake's "Sexyback" clears things up quite nicely.

I've taken a look into the future, America, and it is bleak.

Luckily, I think I can pinpoint where exactly we went wrong as a society:

Anything I can say about parents who let their children dress in Paris Hilton-designed clothing is already addressed by this picture. Take heed, people. Take heed.

There are so many things wrong with this picture, it's really difficult to know where to begin.

Should I start with the fact that Britney's hair appears to be sliding down the back of her neck, making her potato of a head look even more spud-like than usual? Or how about that she's wearing a gold pillowcase from the Marilyn McCoo linen collection?

Maybe I can talk about the fact that Criss Angel is wearing a gaudy ring on every finger, Liberace-style, plus a watch, a bracelet and two giant necklaces. Or that he's selfishly wearing a bandanna and a hat - either of which could have been given to Britney to cover up that fore fivehead.

Or perhaps I can marvel at the fact that these two freaks of nature were spotted holding hands and disappearing into a hotel suite together. You know who Criss Angel is, right? The guy who dated Cameron Diaz until his wife complained about it, then hooked up with Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan. Occasionally he does magic.

Looky there - he just made my lunch reappear. Mindfreak!

I have spiders in my livingroom.

At least two that I know of, although I'm certain there are countless other things crawling around that I refuse to see. I've had my apartment sprayed before, but as it was not a pleasant experience - for me or the spiders - I've decided to just deal with the little freeloaders.

Until two days ago, the two spiders in my livingroom lived in opposite corners of the room. Monday I noticed that the bigger spider in the east corner had relocated to the west corner of the room. "How nice," I thought. "They'll totally be BFFs now." As it turns out, not so much.

Hey, so guess what's happening in celebrity land? Big fat Britney nothing.

Another one of Britney Spears' assistants got subpoenaed. US Weekly has decided to devote yet another cover to her sad life, thanks to a blabbermouth nanny who spilled the beans ("Drunk with the babies! Bizarre nudity!"). Also blabbing? Britney's former assistant who tells OK! magazine about Britney's love for the ladies.

In non-Britney news, umm..... Jimmy Fallon got engaged. Oh, and there's a new rumor about Amy Winehouse going to rehab. And Matt Damon is going to appear as a cartoon version of himself on an episode of the kids' show "Arthur" - that's kinda cool, I guess. Hmmm... Shiloh Jolie-Pitt has her own page on IMDB now thanks to an appearance in one of Brad Pitt's movies. Oh! Did I mention Jimmy Fallon is engaged?

Yeah. I'm out.

Because Tuesday mornings seem to feel a bit more down than Monday mornings, partake in some cheer.

Amy Winehouse had a sit-down over the weekend with News of the World to reveal that yes, she did O.D. last week, but no, she is not in rehab. She is sorting herself out in an expensive hotel, instead, which many of you who read celebrity gossip will recognize as the Spears Method.

In the interview, Amy explains (sort of):

"It was just crazy--one of the most terrifying moments of my life... I don't know how to explain what happened. I don't really know myself. I can't remember what I looked like. I couldn't recognise myself. It was terrifying--I was terrified. I was so out of control. It just happened. It shocked me. I'm sorry--I just don't know what got into me."

Apparently, what got into Amy was a mix of heroin, cocaine, ecstasy and horse tranquillizer ketamine, washed down with whiskey and vodka. Horse tranquillizer? Seriously?

Amy is hoping to get well by talking it out with her parents, and going cold turkey. I'm reserving judgment on this one. After all, we've seen what a trendy, expensive rehab does for people like Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears. Maybe a good chat and a hot cup of tea is enough to -

Nope. Horse tranquillizer says relapse will happen in less than a week, if it hasn't happened already. Get help, sister.

Last Wednesday Kevin Federline filed for primary physical custody of his and Britney Spears' two sons. This comes just two weeks after the ex-couple finalized their divorce, which granted 50-50 custody. Apparently that arrangement isn't good enough for K-Fed anymore.

Early Sunday morning, Britney's cousin/friend/assistant, Alli Sims, was served with a deposition subpoena while she was exiting a club. The papers indicate that she will most likely be called upon to testify about Britney's parenting skills.

I'm sure Alli, who is trying to start her own singing career using Britney's fame, and who has recently called Britney a "wonderful" and "hands-on" mom, will give a fair and impartial account. Still, if Kevin's lawyer is any kind of smart, he'll subpoena TMZ, US Weekly and People, too.

Sunday afternoons I typically find myself with little to do, so I usually pass the time with whatever "reality" marathon is on VH1 (hello, "Rock of Love") and a glass of vodka wine Diet Coke.

Today I decided to do something different and brave the brown air for some good old fashioned Fresno fun. I collected a bottle of water, my camera and one of those 100-calorie snack packs (call me crazy, but 3 Doritos does not a snack pack make) and headed over to Woodward Park. I wanted to visit the Shinzen Friendship Garden - a destination I've been meaning to get to for at least a decade. Laziness truly is a crippling affliction.

I decided to walk into Woodward Park. Is it just me, or is it nearly impossible to walk around that park? I had to alternate between walking in the rough, duck poo-littered grass and braving the pedestrian-unfriendly road. Where are the sidewalks? I know there are paths around the circumference, but trying to walk straight through a park that was clearly meant for auto traffic seems awfully difficult.

Merv Griffin has died at the age of 82 from a battle with prostate cancer.

I'll be honest, I've heard of Merv Griffin, of course, but his heyday in the spotlight was a little before my time. Reading the numerous bios that are popping up all over the 'Net today, though, I am struck by the ridiculous number of achievements he had in his lifetime.

He was a singer, then an actor, then host of his own talk show, "The Merv Griffin Show," which lasted 20 years. He invented "Jeopardy!" and "Wheel of Fortune." Invented them.

Eventually, he sold off his shows for mind-blowing amounts of money and then entered the real estate game. Before he was hospitalized last month with prostate cancer, he had been developing yet another game show, "Merv Griffin's Crosswords."

There are a lot of people who are famous or considered successful for contributing absolutely nothing. Merv Griffin seemed to have lived five lifetimes in his 82 years, and his drive and commitment to providing real, lasting entertainment is impressive and will be sorely missed.

Am I the only one who is completely terrified by commercials that have aired lately for Cold Stone Creamery?

You know what I'm talking about - the ones where a poor, innocent Cold Stone customer in the mood for some ice cream comes across his worst fears just inside the door and is forced to swallow his blinding terror for some sprinkles and a waffle cone.

I am completely paralyzed with nervousness whenever one of these commercials comes on and yet I cannot look away. So, a big thanks to Cold Stone - I now associate ice cream with abject terror, which will hopefully spare me from gaining a good 6 or 7 more pounds in my lifetime.

It's a well-known fact that Justin Timberlake, seen here leaving a Boston hotel, really doesn't like having his picture taken by the paparazzi.

I guess I can understand that. What I don't understand is how Corporal CrabbyPants managed to teach his dog to frown at the paparazzi. I know dogs and their owners begin to look alike, but this is ridiculous.

Angelina Jolie. Born of Jon Voight and Marcheline Bertrand, as reported? Maybe.

Or maybe the lovechild of Sally and Jack Skellington from "The Nightmare Before Christmas." Dunh dunh DUNHHHH.

According to the Daily Mail, Amy Winehouse has checked into rehab after a 3-day drug bender that left her hospitalized earlier this week.

Hmm. Although I wish Amy well, I wonder what a completely sober Amy Winehouse is like. Her professional persona is totally wrapped up in the idea that she's drunk and out of her mind most of the time. I imagine it would be like if someone had taken away Janis Joplin's bottle of Jack Daniels, handed her a puppy and pushed her on stage.

Is it too much to hope Amy gets a decent meal, a shower and a haircut while in rehab? Okay, okay. One day at a time.

***CORRECTION*** Apparently Janis Joplin drank Southern Comfort, not Jack D., according to a self-proclaimed old hippie who told me he shared a drink with the old gal at Selland Arena once. Thanks for the tip, homie!

Remember when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston split, and the world had high hopes for a Whitney comeback? I think this picture speaks to those hopes. Loudly.

It's funny that Bobby would be seen in public with Whitney after proclaiming that Osama bin Laden, in his insane love for Whitney, has targeted Brown.

Yeah, you read that right. And yeah, I too wish "Being Bobby Brown" was still on TV.

This is the ad for Britney Spears' new fragrance, "Believe." Allegedly, the photo was taken earlier this summer.

Do I believe this is Britney's body? No. No, I don't. But I'm too busy trying to recall the last time I heard someone tell me that they sure wished they smelled like Britney Spears to examine it closely.

Seriously. Who is putting money in this girl??

The Beehive's Mike and Heather break down Wednesday night's season premiere of MTV's "Real World: Sydney," which features Fresnan Trisha Cummings.

Mike: Our dear Trisha is the first of this season's seven Real Worlders we see. She's shown walking through an Australian airport, then she announces she's from Fresno, Calif., and by the second half of the two-episode premiere, she's showing the world some of that good ol' Fresno intolerance. Fresno represent!

Heather: Let's see, where to begin. In the first half of the episode, Trisha was barely seen, thrown over for the inevitable first-night sexcapades provided by her cast mate, KellyAnne - your typical exhibitionist with no self-esteem and - no doubt - a truckload of daddy issues. Watching the second half of the episode, when Trisha began to make her personality very clear, I yearned for the good old days of a Trisha-free existence.

I've been pretty quiet about Britney Spears lately. Mostly I've just been waiting for the s**t storm to pass. As this looks like an impossibility, I'll give you the lowdown.

So, what's new with Britney? Hit and run, for one thing. Oh yes, she hit someone else's car, got out to inspect the damage to her own car, showed the paparazzi her overexposed mommy bits, and then drove away, not once checking to make sure that the other car suffered no damages.

How about some topless photos with a music video extra who sold his story of a gropefest with the mother of two to US Weekly? Check. (sorta NSFW)

Accusing Mama of sleeping with the ex? Of course. How it took this long, only Zeus knows.

And today comes word that Kevin has filed for full custody of the Federspawn. Here's hoping he gets custody, places both children on a sidewalk somewhere in Malibu, and then quietly walks away. They'd be much better off fending for themselves at this point.

All in all it's been a full week for Britney and, as you know (but Britney has no idea, I'm certain), it's just Wednesday. Look for that new puppy of hers to be dragging behind her Mercedes down Robertson Blvd. on an afternoon shopping excursion by the end of the week. I'd say one of the kids instead of the dog, but of course that would never happen. We all know she doesn't take those kids out if she can help it.

Singer Amy Winehouse was rushed to a London hospital this morning and treated for exhaustion. According to her rep, she was released and is recuperating at home. All of her upcoming shows have been canceled.

Look, we all know about Amy. Right? Do we have to go through the whole "exhaustion" song and dance? I mean, she pretty much puts it right out there, doesn't she?

Sigh. Still, I wish her the best. Get better and try not to die. Maybe try ingesting something other than cigarette smoke and um... cigarette smoke.

You know that as soon as she's able to talk, Tom Cruise is going to be pushing his little girl, Suri Cruise, into the spotlight. It's only a matter of time until she makes her first appearance in one of daddy's movies.

But that might not be a bad thing. I can totally see this kid playing Ramona Quimby in a movie. Can't you? Yes, it's true that the movies have already ruined every good thing we remember from childhood (See: Garfield, Alvin & the Chipmunks, Inspector Gadget, Scooby Doo...).

But The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe was okay. Maybe there's hope for Ramona to live on film - and that hope is Suri Cruise.

Uh-oh. Look out Shiloh "The Chosen One" Jolie-Pitt. Little Suri Cruise with the embarrassing parents is stepping up and she's taking your cute crown. You better start producing before US Weekly puts you on their "Where are they now? Toddler edition" cover.

Elton John wants the Internet closed, claiming that it, and bloggers, are responsible for the death of music. Funny, I feel the same way about "Candle in the Wind '97."

John says that people don't get "out there" anymore and create music.

"Instead they sit at home and make their own records, which is sometimes OK but it doesn't bode well for long-term artistic vision... It's just a means to an end...We're talking about things that are going to change the world and change the way people listen to music and that's not going to happen with people blogging on the internet."

Ironically, before he became the crazy old man sitting on his porch railing against things he doesn't understand, John tried selling his music through the Internet, live streaming his 60th birthday concert and announcing that his entire catalog would be available for digital downloading.

After the effort, his last album sold just 100,000 copies, about one-fifth as many copies as Paris Hilton's debut CD.

You know what? Elton John may have a point. But if we shut down the Internet there would be no YouTube, and I would no longer have a reason to get up in the morning.

After the jump, enjoy scenes from the "The Lion King" put to My Chemical Romance's "The Black Parade." It's no Elton John-penned "Can You Feel the Love Tonight," but... no, actually, that's a good thing. Enjoy.

Yep. Never enough Harry Potter in my opinion.

Now that you've finally finished the 759-page ending to the Harry Potter series, are you left wondering what celluloid Harry Potter (aka Daniel Radcliffe) thought of the book? Wait - are you wondering if Daniel Radcliffe even read the book?

He did, as a matter of fact. And here are his thoughts on le grande finale. Do I have to say it? SPOILERS, SPOILERS and SPOILERS.

Remember Gary Coleman from "Diff'rent Strokes"? 'Course you do.

Well, remember how Coleman was arrested years ago for assault and battery and forced to take anger management classes after attacking a woman seeking his autograph? The classes didn't work.

Coleman's been busted again for losing his temper, this time in Provo, Utah where cops cited him for disorderly conduct after he got angry, smacked the steering wheel of his car and starting yelling and waving his arms around because his car was blocking other cars trying to get out of a parking lot. Wait - that doesn't make sense.

Anyway, the charge is a misdemeanor charge, punishable by up to three months in jail and a $750 fine.

Now, look. I'm not trying to be insensitive or anything, but I'm starting to wonder if the insane anger coming out of Coleman is due to his size. Perhaps he's not overly angry, as he appears. Perhaps it's the same amount of anger that's in all of us, only housed in a slightly smaller vessel, and thus trickier to keep contained.

No? Too crazy and politically incorrect? Okay. My bad.

For no reason at all, I'm going to post a clip after the jump from the T.V. show "Angel," in which Angel gets turned into a puppet and has to deal with his supersized emotions now that he's smaller. Totally unrelated to the story about Gary Coleman. Totally.