Okay so generally I don’t like to out my family by name because I’m saving it for the tell-all (you guys, Tennessee Williams doesn’t BEGIN to describe it) BUT I’m going to make one exception to brag on my little cousin Bobby.

Michael Bay (left), producer and director of a whole bunch of popcorn flicks I wouldn’t watch if you staple-gunned my spinal column to a movie chair (Miss Plumcake is a delicate petal when it comes to sensory overload: I can’t even have a full-powered blow dryer because of the noise) has picked up Bobby’s movie and will produce it, while Bobby will write and direct! How exciting is that?!

Granted, I’m much more Fassbinder and Truffaut than Fast and Furious, and because I am –as previously discussed– a delicate petal when it comes to sensory overload; I haven’t seen a first-release film in a theater since Black Snake Moan.

Seriously you guys: I am just so, so proud of him and it truly couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. In fact, I was trying to think of a single rotten thing to say about him –I mean he’s related to my mother, so he must be at least partially evil– and I got nothin’. Nothing! He’s a sweet kid who has worked hard and I couldn’t be happier.

Well! I just don’t even know what to say. We only got two submissions for the Monday Hotness from you guys, and one of them violated the terms and conditions, so I guess I’m going to have to cancel Christmas! Whatever shall we do?!

Hey  Campers!

Yesterday I inflicted this image on you all:

… and seven of you came up with deliciously deranged captions for it.

Alas, there can be but one winner. This week it’s a blatant case of nepotism as I declare my ever-charming colleague Plumcake the winner with this naked and hilarious response:

Miss Plumcake was Not Pleased with her houseboy’s decision to photograph her before her morning ritual of hair, makeup and barbiturates.

It was the drugs that put it over the top, darling.

Congrats, Plummy! And thanks to everyone who played.