Yes, that is Bob Dylan who appears in a commercial for Victoriaís Secret and I think I have to agree with everyone else on this subject by saying, "WHAT?" This may be the first time in history a celebrity has not been accused of selling out just because people are too confused to come to that conclusion. Okay, give Bob some credit. Instead of being a shill for a soft drink or car, heís in an ad with an ample breasted woman who saunters around in her underwear. Not bad for a guy who once had an obsession for a leopard-skin pill-box hat.
(Click here to see the ad.)

On the down side, Bob wonít get to hang out backstage with the models during the lingerie companyís televised fashion show this year. Victoriaís Secret put the kibosh on that event and cited the Janet Jackson Super Boob debacle as a major factor in the making of their decision. So Zimmy will have to cool his boot heels until the next commercial shoot and weíll have to go back to watching Britney Spears videos or real porn until this whole thing blows over.

In other life altering news, TV Guide has buckled to the changing times and will now begin its weekly listings on Sunday instead of the traditional Saturday. Yes, just because yuppies donít do their grocery shoppiní on Friday, we have to adapt to the radical concept that the TV week no longer officially begins at 5 a.m. every Saturday. And what makes this even more disturbing is the fact that most yuppies donít even stay home and watch broadcast television on Saturday nights. Ah, the irony!

Courtney Love exposed her breasts multiple times on David Lettermanís show and a few hours later got arrested for assault at one of her concerts. Yeah, you know not much is happening when I talk about Courtney Love on one of her slow days.

Meanwhile, NBC gave Jay Leno a raise and extended his "Tonight Show" contract to the year 2009 and when Courtney Love appeared on his show, she kept her dress down and didnít show Jay any of her private parts. Some guys have all the luck.

Paul Reubens (a.k.a. Pee Wee Herman) pleaded guilty to having a bunch of dirty pictures in his room but wonít have to do time in prison if he pays a fine, doesnít get into anymore trouble and promises to have his chores done before he downloads porn off the Internet. Reubensí lawyer entered the plea for his client, who couldnít attend the proceedings because he had a really bad boner.

Following in the footsteps of her wacky brother, Kelly Osbourne has checked into rehab. Thatís funny, I didnít know there was a twelve step program for being spoiled, obnoxious and lame. You know what the real problem is, donít you? I think daddy Ozzy didnít tell his kids "I love you all!" enough when they were growing up.

The bad news is Buckethead has left Guns N Roses, but the good news is Sammy Hager is back with Van Halen. ( No wait, I think itís the other way around.) Yes, the Red Rocker won last yearís playoff tour with David Lee Roth and will join his old band mates on the road this summer. No hard feelings, I guess. Itís all for the love of the music. And somewhere Gary Cherone is playing cards with George Lazenby.

The surprise hit of the year was a TV show where Donald Trump fired someone at the end of every episode. Maybe NBC should put The Donald in charge of programming and they could turn their entire lineup into one big cross promotion bonanza. What show will he turn up on this week? "Will & Grace...youíre canceled!"

Is it just me, or has Keith Richards become the George Jessel of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame? And whatís he combing his hair with nowadays...the pocket fisherman? Yeah, Keith dropped by this year to induct ZZ Top into the museum of rock while the other half of the Glimmer Twins presented a lifetime achievement award to Rolling Stone editor Jann Wenner. You know, this annual black tie shindig is getting way too respectable for its own good. Every once in a while, the music world needs something to come along and shake it from its state of complacency and I think the same can be said about the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Itís time for a wake up call. Itís time for anarchy. Yes, itís time to induct the Sex Pistols. And if the night ends with Kid Rock inserting a rap into "God Save The Queen" during the all-star jam, we can only hope that someone on stage gets caught up in the spirit and introduces him to the bottom end of a mike stand.