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Andrew Koenig, funny actor and son of Walter “Chekov” Koenig, has gone missing in Vancouver. He didn’t make his flight home and has friends, family and BC police worried.

He was last seen on Valentine’s Day. His family says he’s been in a funk lately, but let’s try not to think of the worst.

Koenig’s friends are asking you to reblog this, and have given the following contact info:

If you’ve seen Andrew since February 14th, or have any helpful information, PLEASE call Vancouver authorities @ 604-717-2967 or 604-717-2534. Refer to case #202029519.

UPDATE, 2/26/2010: As you have no doubt heard, this story has ended in the worst way possible. Life is often unfathomably painful; I’m so sad Andrew opted for the most effective, yet tragically irreversible treatment.

I have learned via gawker.com and TMZ that Axl Rose remains a touchy überpriss all these years after Appetite for Destruction rocked our worlds.

At a recent Guns ‘n Roses show in Canada, Axl (or his people) instructed security personnel to forbid audience members from wearing Slash-related gear. Fans were told to remove offending baseball caps, and to turn their Slash t-shirts inside out. TMZ reported that a few conscientious metalheads called “bullshit” and went home.

The witty folks at gawker.com managed to sum up my feelings exactly:

I don’t know, but Slash was an essential component of Axl Rose, and until they reunite, nobody’s going to give a shit about Guns N’ Roses, and Slash is already doing quite fine on his own, so Axl Rose: suck an egg. TEAM SLASH. Related: Paradise City is still the best song EVAH. Eveh? EVAH!

Related to Gawker‘s “Related” item: In my salad days, on the brink of rock stardom, I was privileged to hang out backstage at the Giants Stadium concert at which much of the Paradise City video was filmed. GNR were just exploding — they were the opener at an amazing triple bill with Deep Purple and Aerosmith. I witnessed one of Axl’s legendary hissy fits first-hand; the newbie rockstar had to be whisked away like a Chinese emperor.

Me in my salad days.

Slash, on the other hand, hung around like a regular earthling. He chilled out next to me on a side-stage scaffolding to watch Deep Purple, still dripping with sweat from the GNR set. He was focused intently on the music, and he never once pulled any rockstar attitude. He was more interested in rocking out to a great band than in basking in the considerable ass-kissery that was swirling around. He treated me like just another musician.

TEAM SLASH, indeed. I’ve made it my slogan for the website this week.

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The champions of reason over at Sense About Science recently published their annual collection of famous folk who spout unscientific (and often dangerous) nonsense. Celebrities and Science 2009 singles out a variety of celebs, recapping their fuzzy beliefs and countering them with educated rebuttals. Highlights include:

Heather Mills claims it is “a fact” that meat sits in your digestive tract for 40 years and kills you.

Roger Moore insists that eating foie gras gives you Alzheimer’s.

Suzanne Somers suggests that Patrick Swayze was killed by his treatment.

Fergie believes vinegar shots burns fat.

These are pretty tame, if misguided claims. I’m surprised that Sense About Science didn’t single out Oprah, Jenny McCarthy and Jim Carrey for their remarkably dangerous and ignorant anti-vaccination campaign — these are much bigger celebs and a much bigger controversy. (See Phil Plaitt’s posts at Bad Astronomy for some good info on the subject.)

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Tonight’s episode of Glee was bubbling along at its usual entertaining pace, when all of the sudden, BAM! There’s LARRY (Chuck Spitler) from Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job! So happy to see him hit the slightly bigger time, even for a little walk-on role (he plays a mattress store owner who hires the Gleeks for a commercial).

One night I’m sleeping in the streets, the next I’m hanging out and being photographed by “Project Runway“‘s sexy Santino. Hollywood.