By now you have heard about the tragic passing of Whitney Houston.  Described as acting erratic in her final days while practicing for an appearance at Clive Davis’ annual pre-Grammy bash, Jennifer Hudson will pay tribute to her during tonight’s award ceremony. While many artists who die unexpectedly have music released posthumously, it isn’t known whether Houston had any new songs she was working on. However, you will be able to see her one last time in the film Sparkle, set to be released this summer.

● Barack Obama's most charming Al Green tribute is now available as a ringtone on his official site. Come November, it will be much more instyle than the "Born To Die" ringtone you've got now. [RS]

● The new Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are on their honeymoon right now, on an island somewhere surrounded by coconut groves. Where are you? [DailyMail] ● After 25 years of marriage, Arnold Schwarzennegger and Maria Shriver have separated. Shriver's moving out of their Brentwood mansion while they "work on the future of [their] relationship". [LA Times] ● Whitney Houston has voluntarily returned to rehab, purportedly as part of a "long-standing" recovery process. [AP/Yahoo]

● Salma Hayek's reaction to the giant snake that crashed her promotional interview certainly makes a case for a reboot of the Anaconda series. Listen to her scream! [Vulture] ● Whitney Houston has been performing "looking bloated and sweating profusely," giving the impression of "a person who doesn't have many years left to live." [Sun Times] ● A new David Beckham comic comes just in time for Americans to keep not caring about soccer. [People]

● M.I.A. on Lady Gaga: "She sounds more like me than I fucking do." Plus, more on Ke$ha, Twilight and Google. We've missed this woman. [NME] ● Watch the cast (and less handsome crew) of Mad Men get sloppy drunk and sing "Bye Bye Birdie." [Vulture] ● Here's a handy list of how to pronounce the names of all those authors you're supposed to pretend you've read. [Diesel Bookstore]

● In case anyone thought it was a remote possibility, Sandra Bullock has assured the world that no, Jesse James did not give her a dirty sanchez on camera while wearing Nazi gear. [People] ● This song will make you feel brand new (until you hear it for the 1,847th time): fifty-eight covers of "Empire State of Mind." [Urlesque] ● Jim Carrey and Jenny McCarthy announced their break-up via Twitter because Oprah, Larry King, Wendy Williams, TMZ, Perez Hilton and your little sister's blog were all booked. [Page Six]

● In time for the New Year, Angelina has told Brad that she wants to see other people -- oh she still wants to be with Brad, it's just that Angie would like to have sex with other men ... and women as well. [Showbizspy] ● What is a father of six to do with that news? If you’re Brad Pitt, you take your eldest sons (Maddox and Pax) for a raucous round of video games at Dave and Busters in low-key Times Square. [JustJared] ● If things do go south with Angelina, at least Brad has Guy Ritchie, who would like to re-team with Pitt for the forthcoming sequel to Sherlock Holmes. [Popeater]

So once all of you stop spazzing about MTV, you can start spazzing out about how Whitney Houston, whose album I Look to You topped Billboard charts last week, is going to have an intimate chat with Oprah, in front of a studio audience and about twenty seven billion other people. And stories are flitting left and right about Whitney's SHOCKING REVELATIONS. Apparently a woman whose fall from pop titan to crack addict has been highly profiled in the media can still surprise us.

Remember Susan Boyle? She was the penniless Scottish shut-in who went onto become the Queen of Hope and then started losing her mind, as divas are wont to do. So we were all "TTFN SuBo!" and then made hawk-eyes on a parade of dull uncelebrities that must've been part of Middle America's vast conspiracy to bring the gotcha media to its knees. But now that one of our other divas -- Whitney Houston -- really isn't holding up so well, Americans, for all their flaky indiscretions, have defected back to SuBo. So loyally it seems, that well over two months before the official release of what's to be the year's most predictable record, they've pushed her debut to #1, ahead of Houston's I Look to You.

Last night I found myself negotiating a spicy tuna roll with a pair of chopsticks when a friend turned to me and said, "Do you think she's had work done? She's obviously had work done." We were referring to Whitney Houston's radiant new look. And then this horrible tune by Mariah Carey came on over the speakers, so naturally we rounded out the trio by all agreeing that Madonna hadn't done anything respectable since 1998's Ray of Light. And lately, it's been nothing but a slow burn of setbacks, one after another and another. But somehow, we expect that despite three of pop's erstwhile heavyweights unleashing what should be three of the year's biggest records, it all looks set to go down with a dull thud.