Tattle: Ashley has her eyes on TV project, E! says

WE LIVE IN a fast-paced world, where things seem to be moving twice as fast and time seems to last half as long (except for workdays, the transit of checks that are in the mail and the time spent waiting for a spouse).

So, here's a proposal: You know that thing Andy Warhol said about people having their 15 minutes of fame? Considering what passes for celebrity these days, how about we make that 7 1/2?

And let's start with Ashley Dupré.

Dupré, you may remember, was the physically talented other person in the room when Eliot Spitzer did those things that made him the former governor of New York. He crashed and burned. She got her 7 1/2.

Now, just before her last tick has tocked, comes word, via E! News, that the 23-year-old prostitute is in talks to develop a reality-TV show and, says E!, "one of the concepts being considered is a dating format."

Along with time, apparently reality isn't what it used to be, either.

Dupré's future as an unscripted-series star, according to E!, lies with Handprint Entertainment, the classy folks who handle Pamela Anderson and Nicole Richie.

Things starting to come into focus yet?

Dupré has immunity from prosecution in the Spitzer case, so she's legally free and clear to move to Hollywood and become, like so many others, a different kind of prostitute.

No name for the show yet. Our suggestion: Combine the titles of those venerable series "The Governor and JJ" and "B.J. and the Bear," and you really have something.

Ashley . . . time's up.

Gonna be a Long time gone

Since the news broke the other day that Drew Barrymore and her boyfriend of about a year, Justin Long (the "I'm a Mac" guy), were splitsville, the only question to ask is: Who didn't see this coming?

You know the Hollywood drill: When he's quoted in November as gushing to Us mag about their relationship, "I just feel very blessed and happy," and when she tells Vogue in March, "My cheeks hurt, I'm so happy," it's as sure as fuzz on a peach that they'll be doing the mutual

"We'll always be good friends"

shtick.

Which they have, as one or both of their reps have told Us.

Also, the two are starring in a movie together, slated for release next year. That in itself is often the kiss of death. Ben Afleck, JLo, "Gigli," anyone?

But the title of this Barrymore/Long joint cinematic effort? "He's Just Not That Into You." You don't have to divine the chicken entrails to see the omen in that one.

One thing's bothering us, though. Barrymore's a smart cookie, but you've got to question her timing: Couldn't she have kept sleeping with the guy for just a few more days, until he was able to use his connections to get her a free new iPhone . . . and then dumped him?

That's what we would've done.

Tattbits

_ So, there was this car weaving and swerving all over a highway in Ontario, Canada, attracting the local constables enough to put down their Molsons and pull the vehicle over. Inside? David Lee Roth, of Van Halen fame. It doesn't take a Mountie to pull it together: suspicious vehicle, incoherent rock star, American. You know. Except they didn't know - Roth had accidentally ingested some nuts, and was suffering from a severe allergic reaction. Hospitalized and released, Roth went on his way, and, according to TMZ.com, "The officers are being credited with saving Roth's life." Lucky guy - that nut-allergy story never worked for us.

_ Like wildfire it was, the spread of "news" that Cher, 62 and twice divorced, had taken the marital plunge again . . . this time with a 38-year-old Hell's Angel. (Why would he want to marry somebody tougher than he is?) It was supposed to have taken place in Las Vegas (where she wasn't even physically present . . . although always spriritually in residence), and there was supposed to have been a $600-million pre-nup agreement. Now, unless, along with all her other plastic surgery she's had Hope Diamond implants, she's not worth that much. Cher's publicity representative heard the rumor, and simply laughed. You can, too.

_ In a country where the most popular names given to newborns are Jacob and Emily (followed closely by Michael and Isabella - not making this up), why, some are asking, did Nicole Kidman and

Keith Urban name their new daughter Sunday? Was it because she was born on a Sunday? Nope - that happened on Monday. Conceived on a Sunday? Nope, that was a Thursday (don't ask - we just know these things - it's why we're in this business). Sunday is called what she is because she's named after Sunday Reed, who was a supporter of and muse to many of the most famous 20th-century Australian modern artists. Nice, arty name for a kid. On the other hand, Sunday Reed somewhere along the way picked up and hung onto gonorrhea, had countless affairs and, then days after her husband died, committed suicide. Big shoes, Sunday.

_ In the ever-unraveling, ever-more-boring are-they/aren't-they saga of Madonna and A-Rod, all eyes that can stay awake and unclouded thinking of this who-cares pairing may have their answer on July 14 (can you wait that long?). That's when, according to Life & Style Weekly, Rodriguez is throwing a big All-Star Game shindig in New York City, where the game is taking place, it's going to be at the 40/40 Club and - wait for it - Madonna is reported to have RSVPed that she's coming. Naturally, Madonna's people deny she's going (is that all those people do -deny things?), but a source close to Rodriguez says it's a done deal. If so, then we'll know. Or not. *