I got an e-mail from someone named Sean last night. "Sean? Who the fuck is Sean?" is what I proclaimed before actually reading the e-mail. As it turns out it was Sean Daley — or Slug of Atmosphere — responding to a question I sent in to his new YouTube show, Paint It Gold.

Paint It Gold is an online interview show where Ant and Slug answer questions that you e-mail to them. The best part — the best question every episode gets a free copy of their new album, When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold, due out on April 22. So I figured I'd take my shot.

I was surprised that he actually e-mailed me back but am a little concerned because — now that he answered my question — I'm wondering if it still has a chance to make the show and hence a chance to win me a free CD. I'll cross my fingers I guess but, I encourage you all to take part — and if you win — to give me the CD that's rightly mine.

Maybe it's because I've been listening to a lot of Pink Floyd lately but, I'm on a Storm Thorgerson album cover binge. They're just beautiful — and they're everywhere.

He has a plan for health care. He has a plan for getting our asses out of Iraq. He also has a plan for Hip Hop.

Behold this in all of it's literal glory.

A couple weeks ago I read an article about Lil Wayne in the good ol' City Pages. It was reeeeeeeeediculous. Besides him coming off as a completely insane egomaniac I was struck by a mention of some personal effects residing in his mansion. These effects included a faux-bronze statue of his nude figure and a full-time Juicy Fruit gum-dispensing bathroom attendant. Although this is nothing new in the entertainment business I couldn't help but think, "Wow, this guy's an asshole!". But, hey — he's just being himself.

So, it got me interested. What else could I find that shows how certain artists waste their money? Money that could be put towards charities, college funds, youth programs, homelessness, or better careers. Where else would I turn besides — that's right, you guessed it — MTV Cribs. Read 'em and weep.

Joe Trohman from Fall Out Boy, despite having a mansion, looks like a complete shit-bum as he "rocks" a crisply pressed Anthrax shirt that he probably picked up at Urban Outfitters. It's okay though, because he has this amazing kitchen set-up! Unfortunately, he "doesn't know how to use most of [that] stuff". I bet he knows what to do with his faux-erotica beach towel depicting his band members as characters of Star Wars though. Delicious. My favorite — and what I'm saving my pennies for — is the toilet which comes equipped with a seat that puts itself down. Another one of my favorites is his economically-priced arrangement of moss that surrounds his shiny entryway crucifix — complimented only by the more portly, jolly Buddha statue residing in the serene backyard zen garden. Blasphemy? No. It's called be a Popstar. I have to give him credit though, he maintains an air of sarcasm throughout the entire open-house as if he didn't really want to accept another paycheck for MTV to trawl through his house and do extreme close-ups of his plastic fruit. Nicely done, Joey.

Next up we have the waste-of-space Bam Margera of CKY fame. I won't write much about him because A) He lives in a suburban home altered into a castle which, he consistently wrecks. He then shells out money to fix the damage only to fuck it up again; B) He's one of the worst assholes in the entertainment industry — rivaled only by the likes of Paris Hilton — with money only fueling his fire; and C) ... Did I say he lives in a castle?

Saving the very worst for last we have 50 Cent with his painfully beautiful dining area that he never eats in — even though he has 6 kitchens. But, the one thing in his home that does make sense to me is the movie theater. When you're famous, going out for even the simplest thing can be a hassle when things like the paparazzi and Kanye West lurk behind every corner so, I understand. Rumor has it that anyone who's ever featured on a 50 recording gets their very own guest-room like Lloyd Banks — who isn't "too big on plants" and Tony Yayo who keeps his room in complete disarray by slapping one of the 10 methodically placed pillows to the floor. Unruly. Hold on — "Where my fishes at?!" They're in 50's pond, just acres away from the grotto area and outdoor pool (not to be confused with the indoor pool). But overall, I find it hard to criticize 50 Cent's lifestyle because nothing really jumps out as an outrageous impulse-buy. Instead the pristine Ferraris, ATVs, marble floors, Gucci wall-patterns, strip-club via nightclub, heli-pad (for the helicopter), self-portraits and elevator coalesce into one cohesive, unnecessary purchase. Sheesh!