Wilmer Valderrama Catfight!

Early tomorrow morning we're heading out for yet another travel adventure with Maya. Boston, then Vermont. Maya's still at the age that if she gets all pissy on the plane, Sarah can stick a boob in her yap to chill her out. And unless we're sitting next to Barbara Walters, we'll be fine (check out her narrow-viewed opinion that ingited "lactivists" across the nation). So starting tomorrow and for the next handful of days, "and the Family Buick" will be on remote. Expect the same sort of stuff, but with plenty of opportunities to see Maya hanging with her 'rents' friends' offspring. Should be a hoot - please check back often and stay a while.

When the Dems are sounding off about Howard Dean's allegedly churlish language here in San Francisco, the Party's got a boatload of problems. Howie's got few friends left, but you'd expect he'd find a heavy concentration of them here. I predict that calls for his resignation are not far behind. It's sad, really. Dean's got plenty to offer. But as I've said often before, he's just plain ol' wrong for the position of Chair. He's not nearly greasy enough and should be spending all his time raising cash, not starting brushfires that he then needs to stomp out.

In news that matters much more to many more Americans, it appears that Lindsey Lohan and Ashley Simpson are still fighting over the talentless Wilmer Valderrama - this century's Bronshon Pinchot. Only in America could Wilmer have a shot at these two.

Oh, and PETA appears to be leaving behind the attack on California's "Happy Cows" campaign in favor of bigger causes - running a poll to tell us who are the World's sexiest vegetarians. I was amazed to learn that Alec Baldwin was on the list of candidates. I always knew he'd run for office. My vote goes to Billy Martin. Please offer your own faves if you've got a minute. Rock on.