this item from today's gawker stalker is too good to be true, especially after seeing mr. rudd in the flesh last year and thinking him quite handsome:
· i sat behind paul rudd (phoebe's husband, clueless) on jet blue from long beach to jfk. check this: as he made a fuss about the really hot girl sitting next to him switching seats with his totally gay friend from the back of the plane. what gives? she seemed really bummed. also, he was digging for gold or something in his nose. he picked it, deep, for five minutes straight, rolling the goods in his thumb and forefinger every few seconds. gross. wasn't shy about getting out of his seat at least 5 times and showing his face off to the rest of the plane.