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Looks like Megan Fox is getting ready to go solo, by giving her steady Brian Austin Green the boot. The only thing that surprises me about this is "What took her so long?" Once these actresses become stars, they quickly out grow the men who helped them get where they are - like Jessica Simpson and poor hapless Nick Lechay, or Evangeline "I never asked to be beautiful & famous so get your dirty eyes off me" Lilly with Murry Hone - and make themselves available for men who can be even more helpful. It's not like BAG will be completely forgotten though. Ms Meggers will always have that new jawline, nasal bridge, and engorged lips to remember him by (so guess who sprang for that plastic surgery - and investment that backfired!). That is unless she decides to upgrade to even more expensive features.

Speaking of painful bust ups: Anne Hathaway has finally given her felonious boyfriend Rafaello Folliere the boot. Poor Raef wound up spending his birthday (only a few days past) in the klink. The plot thickens - rumours is that Anne turned him in, by turning NARC for the FBI. Word has it that the final straw was when Follieri began selling church land, and pocketing the proceeds. Anne may be a lapsed Catholic and a 'quiet' critic of the church (her brother is gay, and Anne is very supportive of him), but she's also an ex choir girl. Cheating God had to be a bit much for her.

Now most folks were saying "What took her so long?". However Donald Trump has taken some kind of personal umbrage at Miss Hathaway's decision. Trump is accusing Anne of being some kind of floosie! Mr Trump has stated that Anne was fine when Raef was squandering his ill gotten gains on her, but when his luck ran out it was "buh bye". As a man with only bad hair, obnoxious opinions, and millions of dollars with which to attract his series of 20 something wives and gal pals, he can't help taking it personally (Don't get too peeved Donald - cause Megan Fox is available, and you might be right up her alley!). So Donald, get off Anne's back (and let me on!!). Besides, Folliere felt free to dump his ill gotten gains into 'charitable foundations' which he made her a board member of. So guess who's name was attached to the loot. Now that's what they call being a cad. If Anne did co operate with the law, perhaps it's because Raef had left her name all over the evidence, and they put the squeeze on her. That's what you get for leaving your girlfriend hold the bag!

More news from the love lorn: Rose McGowan has split from her fiancee Robert Rodriguez. Seems that his Barbarella project has run into cost over runs. Rodirguez was going to remake the Roger Vadim/Jane Fonda flick, with Rosie in the role of Jane. So the wedding is off, and the Fonda lock on Barbarella is safe. That's what you get for messing with Hanoi Jane. She's got low friends in high places, if the original episode of Sci Fi's series Good vs Evil is to be believed (Jane's a 'Faustian'!).

More bad news from the Christie Brinkley divorce. Peter Cook, who was busted for drug dealing (he tried to sell an off duty cop coke in a gas station men's room which was also a notorious gay hook up spot), and squandered his wives money buying cars and jewelry for his teen age mistress Diana Bianchi, also spent $3000 a month on porno! Brinkley's attorney Robert Stephan Cohen thinks that this is conduct unbecoming in a man claiming custody of the couple's 10 year old daughter. It gets worse: Cohen says that Brinkley paid for everything throughout the marriage, so I guess that includes the expensive mistress gifts, and the porno!

Remember Cindy Brady/Susan Olsen? She's still on the outs with her ex husband Mitchell Skelly, and she still a raging drunk!

There is some good romance news though. I leave you with Rosie O Donnell, who is adamant that she and gal pal Kelli Carpenter are not splitting up. So it looks like love stands a chance, at least for middle aged lesbians. Keep the faith, true believers!

Wondertrash Bogus Zen:

"I’d rather have sex all the time than leave the house" - Megan Fox

Seems like Megan found her way out of the house.

There's more drama in the life of celebrity rehabber Courtney Love. When we last heard from her she had some how managed to misplace the ashes of her late husband Kurt Cobain. You know how you can misplace things when you are stoned out of your head: your cell phone, your car keys, your late husband's remains. Why it's something that might happen to anyone, though it must be said that it doesn't happen to everyone, but it also must be said that it keeps happening to Courtney. I'd suggest that Love check the most likely locations, like the vacuum; but given her slovenly appearance, I doubt that the Hoover ever gets much of a work out.

Well the latest installment of the Courtney Love saga, involves a 911 call, and that number most feared by celebrities - 5150 Hold. It seems that Courtney was dozing away happily one afternoon, perhaps enjoying some drug induced hallucinations, when there came a loud rapping at her front door. Her personal assistant - and be thankful you don't have that job - answered, only to wind up face to face with 10 or 15 police officers waving around fistfuls of paper work. Among the documentation was the appropriate warrants for entering the Love premises, plus a 5150 Hold order. That entitled the boys in blue to haul Love's ass of for an indefinite stay at the psych ward of their choosing.

So how could this happen to a responsible and hardworking single mom like Courtney?? Well it seems that someone put in a 911 call to the appropriate authorities, and managed to convince them that Ms. Love was about to do herself a mischief, of the suicidal variety. I had really hoped that we'd seen an end to this sort of mischief, where 911 emergency lines are abused to stir up shit, and even settle personal grudges, when some local busy body down in Wacko convinced The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, also known as the ATF, and The Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight (ATF causalities at Wacko were cased by ATF agents shooting their own advance forces in the back, so great was their enthusiasm to get some action. The Branch Davidians called a temporary cease fire, so the ATF could removed their dead and wounded, in some cases even helping them move the bodies. Not that it prevented David Koresh and his followers from getting blown to Kingdom Come. No good deed goes unpunished!) that the Branch Davidians were armed to the teeth. As it turned out, there were only a few guns on the premises, and those were owned by a collector. Of course this was learned after the fact, and partly by shifting through the cinders.

Well you'll be happy to hear that Courtney managed to convince the authorities that, even if she wasn't exactly in sound mind, at least she wasn't suicidal. So, the $64 000 dollar question is "Who set the dogs on Courtney?" Close friends believe that some one is out to tarnish the singer's image. I'm not sure how you would go about tarnishing an image already so blackened. Besides, who could have a motive to undermine the image of a woman so universally beloved? On an unrelated note Courtney is going to court against some former employees. Love claims that the former staff members robbed her blind, to the tune of $22 million. Naturally the ex staff members have filed a counter suit, so it's a bonus case for the lawyers all the way 'round. Now why can't we all just get along? Well think of how many lawyers we'd put out of work if we did. Now they have to eat, too. Sheer bloody mindedness is good for the economy, which needs every boost that it can get these days!

Wondertrash anagram of the day:

Did you know that if your rearrange the letters in Courtney Love's name, you get the worsd "Very cool tune"? Now here's a very cool tune.

Wondertrash Bogus Zen: In Hollywood there is no black or white. There is only one race, the Rat Race. For as Lilly Thomlin pointed out, "the trouble with the rat race is that if you win, you're still a rat". In fact if you win, you might be even more of a rat! It shouldn't happen to a dog. Now aren't they an enlightened little community!

3rd Rock From the Sun's Kristen Johnston is the latest actress to sound the anorexia alert. Kristen has recently dropped a ton of weight. Well not literally a ton, but a good percentage of her body weight. Seems that Kristen has lost about 60 pounds - and in under 18 months. Naturally when an actress has been out of work for a while, and then drops some major poundage, the rumour mills jumps to the most likely theory - that she desperate and starting to crack up.

However Kristen can account for the missing weight, with a story that just might be believable. Seems that while out of work, Ms Kristen turned to the bottle, and fattening foods for solace. After a busy day of doing what ever it was that she did, she retire to a restaurant or bar with a pack of friends, and embark on a feeding frenzy accompanied by frequent rounds of refreshing potables from the bar. This caused Kristen to bloat up from a Size 6 to a Size 12 pretty quick. It caused something else to, a perforated ulcer.

Kristen first twigged in to her health condition while chatting with friends. One minute she was her bright and bubbly self, and the next she was doubled over on the floor screaming for help. As a matter of fact the experience frightened the shit out of Johnston, who immediately swore off the sauce, and went on a salad diet health trip. Nowadays naught but lettuce and oatmeal will pass her lips, plus the occasional treat of fresh salmon. In fact Johnston is a little defensive about the anorexia rumours, and wants you all to know that she's not some fat actress (nor a Jenny Craig drop out. Oprah won't friends int his direction!). Today she teaches drama at the Atlantic Theater in NYC. She also claims that she's going to put on maybe 6 to 12 pounds, just to stay healthy. That might have sounding more convincing if she'd said 15 - 20 pounds. It's all about the health, right?

If she's really so concerned about her image career weight then why doesn't she join Scientology? They are the experts on the human mind. They used to be experts on projecting the right image, but these days not so much. Or she could do some reality TV deal, documenting her efforts to maintain her health, by maintaining a minimal body mass. Maybe she might even put down the lettuce leaf and take a leaf from the Book of Kirstie. In Follywood skinny anorexic chicks are a dime a dozen, where as big fat angry chicks with attitude might be the next big thing. Either way, we look forward to seeing more, or less, of Ms Johnston, depending on which direction her load is shifting.

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Michael Lohan, the felonious father of Lindsay, has addressed the question of whether he has a 'love child'. Michael has told the tabloid press that he has taken the DNA paternity tests, and will know in 2 to 6 weeks.

Speaking of paternity tests, Eddie Murphy says that his next movie will be his last. At almost 50 he feels that he is too old for the Hollywood rat race. So he plans to return to stand up comedy. Stand up has never needed a boost more than it does now. Besides, why work your ass off making hit movies, when Mel B is gonna get the money?

Portuguese police are getting ready to close the books on the Madeline McCann case. That means her parents are officially off the hook as suspects. It also means that the case is officially unsolved.

Fresh news on the Raefello Follieri case. It looks like he was turned in by his girlfriend Anne Hathaway. Rumours are that she's the one who contacted the FBI. Now maybe she's taken her whole 99 Secret Agent role too seriously. Then again maybe all that mean spirited taunting from Bride Wars so star Kate Hudson finally got under her skin (Why Anne would take anything that Kate Hudson says seriously is beyond me. The general consensus about Hudson is that she is a pug faced no talent, who only gets work because of who her family is. She also seems to try and overcome her own insecurities by playing on other people's). Kate drove Anne to tears more than once on the set, by reminding Hathaway what a loser her boyfriend is. The official unofficial story is that Anne, a lapsed Catholic but ex choir girl, had enough when Follieri began fraudulently selling church property, and pocketing the money. Trying to cheat God can't be a good move.

Cruelty to animals is intolerable. Cruelty to people is a different matter. Especially when the people are celebrities! For instance Pamela Anderson is the latest celebrity to tear a strip out of poor Jessica Simpson. The cause of Anderson's ire was a "Real Women Eat Meat" T Shirt worn by Jessica. The slogan was intended as a swipe at Carrie Underwood, but PETA spokesperson Anderson took it personally. Polyehtylene Pam is a vegan, and if there was ever anything real about her, then it was surgically removed a long time ago. So you can see how the T Shirt might have hit a nerve with PA, assuming any have survived the botox!

Commenting on the offending apparel, Pam said "What does she mean real women eat meat? Does she mean food, or men?" Then turning her attention to hapless Jessica directly, Pam called the girl a "bitch" and a "whore". Now all this is pretty rich coming from the woman who practically invented the celebrity sex tape, with her then partner Dr Ding Dong - Tommy T Boner Lee. In fact even Pam's own kids are embarrassed to been seen in public with her - if recent National Enquirer pix of them out at a soccer game are any indication. I believe that was the incident where Pam ate a 'veggie dog' of unknown origin! Though it looked like mystery meat was on the menu, Pam inisiting that things weren't how they looked, & that she could explain. Well Pammy, whatever you're eating, you are 'full of it'.

Pamela is becoming a Denise Richards caliber skank bit of an asshole. The resulting public backlash reaction could well save Jess's career and public image, especially if she can get George Bush to take another jab at her. Just remember Jess, that you've been called worse things by better people! As for what could've gotten into Pam, perhaps she's passed her botox saturation point, and is starting to get brain damage??

Coming soon to Wondertrash - the Gospel of the Urban Spaceman: You'll be truly shocked by the strange tale of Mr X, as you read how a simple trip to the dentist's office lead him through a hyper dimensional portal to the Mother Ship. Now maybe his dentist was just using too much gas, but either way, he bears an astonishing message for Planet Earth! Believe me, this guy's toupee must be lined with tinfoil!

Wondertrash Bogus Zen:

If Nothing ever changes, how can everything remain the same?

It seems that motivational guidance runs in the McGraw family. Dr Phil McGraw has his $200 million empire built on horse sense and the Oprah Winfrey seal of approval. His lovely wife Robin McGraw has her book "Inside My Heart: Choosing to Live with Passion and Purpose". One thing that Robin may be choosing to live without is her big, sweaty, shiftless husband!

Now their marriage has lurched from crisis to crisis for years. Back in Texas, when Phil actually was a shrink, rather than just playing one on TV, he was written up 7 times by the Texas State Board for various ethical violations. They eventually pulled his license. About that same time there were rumours that the good old boy sometimes enjoyed the company of professional companions, along with certain party favours which can get you arrested.

Despite various challenges, Robin stuck by her man during his unlikely rise to the top of the TV chat show racket. However their marriage has been on full red alert for the past year. Phil didn't actually cover himself with glory during the Britney Spears 5150 debacle (which is still fresh in our minds). Phil tried to cash in on Brit's misfortune - and dragged his hapless wife Robin right into the middle of it. Poor Robin, as I recall, had to give some public statements implying that Ms Spears was their house guest.

Well that seems to have put some undue strain on their relationship. However the most recent setback occurred only recently. Robin, like many LA wives, was considering plastic surgery. Nothing radical: only a boob job and a face lift. She asked the good doctor what he thought about this, and his response was less than passionate. He apparently was more concerned about how much it was gonna cost. When he got reassured on that score, his response was more or less "okay, whatever". Well that resulted in Robin packing Phil's over night bag, and the good doctor leaving the premises.

Well Phil has taken to begging, pleading, and even apologizing (didn't she know that he was a jerk when she married him?? Perhaps she thought that he would change?). He's even offering Robin a bigger slice of the Dr Phil pie: more time on his show, and a producer credit!

However Robin has managed to get her own projects on the go. She's been seen regularly on entertainment tonight. She's also hosted some very popular specials on the Home and Garden Network. Now she has her passion book on the go. With that many irons in the fore, she's beginning to see that she doesn't need Phil anymore, because she can make it without him. Dr Phil, on the other hand, feels that he needs her more than ever. Friends claim that the good doctor now realizes that he truly loves her. With $200 million at stake, it may really be a case of Fast Philly figuring that divorce is gonna cost him a lot more than plastic surgery would have. Besides, who knows more shit on him than the woman who stood by him through all of it? A messy and acrimonious divorce could destroy whatever is left of his public image. So much for that patented brand of no nonsense straight shooting self help!

Well Dr Phil's 'straight shootin' routine doesn't seem to be hellping the situation any. Perhaps Robin should ask herself one simple question "What would Wonder Woman do?". Well you can find out by watching the new direct to DVD Justice League New Frontier. If Wonder Woman sounds familiar, it's because Warrior Woman Lucy Lawless is doing the voice over. Now here's a sneak peak!

Wondertrash Bogus Zen:

Bad humor is an evasion of reality; good humor is an acceptance of it.

The pursuit of happiness, which American citizens are obliged to undertake, tends to involve them in trying to perpetuate the moods, tastes and aptitudes of youth.

History will see advertising as one of the real evil things of our time. It is stimulating people constantly to want things, want this, want that.

One of the peculiar sins of the twentieth century which we've developed to a very high level is the sin of credulity. It has been said that when human beings stop believing in God they believe in nothing. The truth is much worse: they believe in anything.

Sex is the mysticism of materialism and the only possible religion in a materialistic society.

Travel, of course, narrows the mind.

Malcolm Muggeridge

Amy Winehouse has recently been in the news. It seems that the poor girl's health is on the verge of a major crash. Her dad says that she has emphysema. He claims that it's due to all the crack she's been smoking. The constant chain smoking doesn't help much either. Amy's reps, however claim that the health reports are exaggerated. Amy is only in a pre emphysema stage. Perhaps that's why Amy felt free to light up a cigarette, immediately upon her release.

Well Winehouse fans (whomever they may be) will be glad to hear that Amy is up and full of beans again. The troubled singer recently took that stage at the Glastonbury Music Festival. At some point during the set, one of the audience tried to reach out an touch her. Now that's a brave music fans. That broad looks so infectious that I wouldn't touch her if I were wearing latex gloves and she was wrapped in cellophane! Amy didn't take it well either. She climbed down off the stage, and started throwing punches with the grabby fan. This was in full view of a full house numbering about 80 000. Lucky she didn't come over all feral during the recent Nelson Mandala tribute.

A 20 year old Kazakhstani model is at he center of a Manhattan mystery. Ruslana Korshunova has been on the covers of European Vogue & Elle. She modeled for designers like Betsy Johnston and Jill Stuart. The fashion industry had dubbed her as a face to watch. However early Saturday morning witnesses saw the young woman plunge nine stories to her death, after she jumped from an apartment balcony in the financial district and the South Street Seaport tourist area.

Eyewitnesses say that they saw the girl jump from the balcony at about 2;30 AM. She had only just returned from a date with her boyfriend Artem Perchenok a few hours earlier. They had spent the evening watching the film Ghost.

Police say that there was no sign of a struggle, and are calling the case a suicide. However friends are already expressing their disbelief. Korshunova had just return from a modeling gig in Paris, and friends describe her mood as euphoric. "There were no signs," the unidentified friend was quoted as saying. "I don't see one reason why she would do that." In fact Korshunova's professional dance card was booked up (She only recently signed on with IMG's Paris branch, as of June 14). She had worked for such notable names as Vera Wang, Marc Jacobs, Christian Dior and DKNY. She was represented by the high powered IMG modeling agency, whose clients also include Heidi Klum, Kate Moss, and Adriana Lima. Incidentally, Ms Korshunova died only a few days short of her July 2nd birthday. Though she seemed to have everything to live for, she had posted on her social networking page, only a short while ago that "I'm so lost. Will I ever find myself?"

Wondertrash Bogus Zen:

"This world, which seems so full, has neither love, nor light, nor peace, nor ease from pain,
and we are here as on a darkening plane;

amidst the sounds of alarm and of fright,
where ignorant men strive by night"
- Dover Beach

Young Ruslana first came to the attention of the modeling world when a documentary featured her German Club. Fashionistas saw her photo and were breath taken by her. One modeling agent said that they knew they had to find her. So the restless worldlings searched high and low, like a pack of ravenous wolves after a lamb, until they found her. They were gonna leave nothing to chance. So just remember, never allow your picture to be taken, because no good ever comes of it. I guess it has something to do with graven, or craven, images.

If Bill Clinton didn't seem completely focused on his wife Hilary's campaign, there's a very good reason. He was just coming off a bad break up with a long time mistress. Bill had been seeing millionaire divorcee Julie Tauber McMahon. Now Julie is the daughter of wealthy Democratic Party financial contributor Joel Tauber (that Bill sure likes the Jewish chicks!). Her ex husband also left her a bundle: $30 million in stock options.

The pair first met down in Aspen in 1998. Her father Joel had generously offered Big Bill the use of his 25 million spread, and Bill proceeded to make himself completely at home, if you know what I mean.

Well the two immediately hit it off. With in the next years, the engaged in a series of international trysts. Julia would make sure that her trips abroad would coincide with Bill's, and the result was a lot of hook ups in London, New York, Paris and Munich!

Soon the lovebirds were ready to take it to the next level. The Clinton's bought a home in Chicago, and conveniently located a mere 5 mins from Ms Tauber McMahon's. Bill went from frequent flier to frequent visitor, and even began playing a mentor role with Julie's 3 kids. Julie even confessed to her kin folk that she was in love with Bill, and that the big love was in love with her too.

Now that's often where relationships come to an end. While confessing their true love to each other, Bill supposedly said that he would leave Hilary, if he could. Julie took the hint, and promptly broke things off. That left Bill gutted.

So that brings us up to the Democratic Party Nominee campaign. While Hilary was busy trying to bull doze her way to the top, Bill was nursing a broken heart. Now there's one sure fore way that Bill can make him self feel better, and that's with a good old fashioned sex spree! Reputedly, while Hilary was eagerly campaigning away, and looking to her better half for support, Bill was on a wild rampage that made the Sex and the City girls look like a convent of nuns. Now Bill's bad behavior was hinted at by Vanity Fair's Todd Purdum (Purdum accused Clinton of surrounding himself with a pack of enablers. Clinton responded by calling Purdum a "scumbag". There's nothing like an Oxford education for endowing a lawyer with a command of the English language!). Bill hit back at Purdum, calling the article sleazy. Technically this is true, since the article was about him. However sources are saying that Bill was cheating up a storm while pitching in for Hilary on the campaign trail. Basically he was hard at it every chance he got, and when ever the opportunity presented it's self.

Naturally the Tauber-McMahon people have adamantly denied any of this. Julie herself has said for the record that she is a friend of the Clintons, but that there isn't any thing to the rumors. However a member of her family has not only confirmed the relationship, but passed a polygraph test on the matter. That means that while Hilary was counting on her husband's experience as a former president, and his skill as a master campaigner, his mind was focused on other things. So it seems that Wild Bill has let his wife down once again.

It's the long Canada Day week end, so the highways are gonna be jammed. The boys in blue will be at the ready too. So here's some comic relief in the form of helpful advice, from comedian Chris Rock:

Crazy friends and mad women will fuck you up every time. Although it must be added that they are almost essential to comedy.

Here's a vlog from an attactive young woman who keeps running into celebrities. Stunned skirt Kristen Dunst is a bitch apparently, but Adriana Lima is a doll.

Truman Capote once famous quipped of Doris Day "I knew her before she was a virgin". Though Day became famous as the All American Housewife in film, her personal life was rocky. It was to be more tragedy than bedroom farce.

The woman who was to play Rock Hudson's partner in Hollywood bedroom follies was born Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff in April 3, 1924. By 17 she'd become involved with jazz trombonist Al Jordon. He proved to be a dubious escape method from the mid west. For instance he liked to humiliated her and beat her up. He also wasn't very family minded. When young Doris announced that she was pregnant, Al demanded an abortion. When Day refused, Jordon moved on to Plan B - murder.

Mere weeks before her due date, Jordon bough a gun, which he hid in the glove compartment of his car. He then talked Day into going out for a drive. When they reached a suitably isolated spot, Jordon pulled over, took out the gun, and jammed it into Day's belly. miraculously day managed to talk him out of doing anything rash.

Not surprisingly the couple went their separate ways. That led to Day's next disastrous relationship, with saxophonist George Weilder. That hook up lasted 3 years, and then it was on to her agent Marty Melcher. Melcher is generally described as an angry and controlling man. He is also believed to have squandered much of Day's $132 million fortune. IN fact he was a little too controlling for the usual divorce option. Day didn't get clear of him until he died of a heart attack in 1968.

After that, there was her Larry Fortensky episode. In 1976 she married the maitre d' of her favorite restaurant. That fellow was named Barry Comden, and that arrangement lasted for all of 5 years. Some wonder what Day could've seen in him. For a hard up actress, he might've proved an excellent way to get a good table, and to duck the bill!

Doris Day always longed to be the kind of woman she portrayed on film. She longed for that kind of ideal domestic and marital bliss. She never made it. Now 84, Day lives as a virtual recluse in LA. However you needn't worry too much about her financial situation. Her son by Marty became a record exec, who worked with the Beach Boys, among other notable acts. That leads to another incident in the history of Hollywood. It is believed that when the Manson Gang butchered Sharon Tate and her friends, they were actually after Beach Boy Denis Wilson, who lived a few doors down. Seems that Crazy Charlie was upset about some record deal with Wilson and Melcher that had gone sour. Since Manson's groupies were drugged out of brain washed their heads, they mixed up the addresses.

As for Denis Wilson, though he escaped the Manson Family, he too was to die tragically. In 1983 he drowned while swimming near his yacht. He was drunk at the time, and ME's believe that lead to a freak incident of oxygen deprivation. He was literally too drunk to notice he was drowning, and by the time he tried to surface, it was too late. He passed out beneath the waves. So Hollywood is tied together in a strange web of family, and tragedy.

Wondertrash Bogus Zen: We put people on pedestals so that we can have the fun of tearing them down; the world gives us everything so that it can have the pleasure of taking it away from us. What use is cruelty if the victim doesn't notice? - Ignorance is bliss. So remember to forget.

If man had created man, he would be ashamed of his performance.
Mark Twain

Coming soon to Wondertrash: Using Pi as a key to decode crop circles.

They're not like 'Earth language', but more like universal languages such as music & mathematics, and all about ratios and relationality. You won't believe what 'they' are trying to tell us!

Note the similarity to Indian yantras, or Tibetean Buddhist mandalas. They are 'trans symbolic', since even symbolic/picture language uses pictures/symbols as content. If you concentrate on 'content', and try to decypher the circles as symbols, you get lost. It's like looking at a musical score, and trying to figure out what the notes 'mean'.

In this case the medium is the message. Any extra terristerial communication would naturally use universal languages, like math or music; and not words or symbols. They would also have a basic key to decode them, that might be known to any relatively advanced culture, like Pi.