It’s Best Night Ever for Thursday, September 21st! Adira Amram is here to walk you through the best of Thursday night tv, including My Name Is Earl, The Office, and Grey’s Anatomy!
Okay, we loved the the first episode of Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip that premiered Monday night on NBC. Loved it. Can’t wait to see what happens with Matthew Perry and the bad guy from Billy Madison, excited about a newly pregnant Amanda Peet hiding her baby bump behind awkwardly placed notebooks, and already wondering if this will be the best Judd Hirsch TV project since Dear John. We think it will be. However, the one thing that we’re even more excited about than all of this is keeping up with the Defamer/Defaker battle that’s brewing before our very eyes.
Yesterday we speculated what the meeting was like when NBC decided to rip off Defamer and create their very own “gossip blog”. The folks at Defamer came out and announced that they had nothing to do with the site and that, yes, it was a viral campaign by the network. But then today the Defaker blogger responded (kind of) to Defamer by declaring that he was no “corporate schill.”
So what does this all mean? Who knows. I’m just looking forward to a season’s worth of snarkiness from the Defamer folks. And the Defaker folks. It should be a good time.
Matt Drudge might be a borderline maniac geeny. But checking out his website this afternoon, we couldn’t help but notice the oddly coincidental placement of the above two pictures next to each other in his columns. On the left, a 3.3 million year old toddler, and the right, Lady of the Night Barbara Streisand. The angle, the dark eyes, the primordial monkey skull… how could we have not noticed it before? It’s the first time Drudge has ever been subtle and sans the Police Squad siren, and we think it deserves a special mention. Do not send this resemblance to bat in a tied game, bottom of the ninth with a runner on third: It’s striking. (Click here for the actual screencap.)
Jared Leto recently gave his opinion of blogs and the people who write them, making the following statement:
“I think that blogs should die a sudden death. It’s just ridiculous. It’s like a playground for four-year-olds. People say and do things in the world of blgos that they would never do in real life, and I think it’s a false experience…The blog is yesterday’s parachute pants. It’s here now but it’s gone tomorrow.”
Well, Jared, allow me to retort. I think I speak for all bloggers when I say: we don’t like you either. Your desperate, meticulously-constructed “artistic credibility”/”serious musician” posturing is about as impressive or convincing as a magic show put on by the mentally handicapped. Just becuase you show up on a few hipster photoblogs and launch a self-initiated campaign to become the new spokesperson for Maybeline eye make-up doesn’t mean we’ve forgotten that you’re a pretty-boy B-list movie star who dates people like Lindsay Lohan and will eternally be remembered as Jordan Catalano, that dim-witted high school heart-throb who couldn’t f*cking read (though my fondest Leto memory will always be your big scene with Ed Norton in Fight Club).
When it comes to inspirational melodies, James Bond theme songs rank somewhere behind the theme from Rudy and in front of The Last of the Mohicans soundtrack in terms of kick-assiness. Goldfinger, Live and Let Die, A View to a Kill… we conceived our last three children to those songs. Which is why, when we came across this strange trailer/clip reel/low budget music video for the new James Bond movie Casino Royal, we were a little… well… unenthused. Listen to Chris Cornell‘s You Know My Name for yourself and tell us if we’re out of line to say that it’s the worst Bond theme song ever. Let’s hope Daniel Craig can kick it up a crotch.
(Link via DListed)
Our buddy The Thighmaster has outdone himself this time. Every sexy video you’ve ever seen on MTV, all in one place. From Chris Isaak to Bell Biv Devoe, it’s all there. We’d say he probably worked long & hard on this, but that’d just be too obvious. Click below to see one of the all-time classics, “Baby Got Back”, and click here to see the rest. This should keep you entertained for a while. But what do you think… did he miss any?
(Grinding teeth, shaking leg) Only 7 more hours until Season 3 of The Office premieres! And slowly, we’re piecing together some of the things we can expect during tonight’s episode. For starters, last night Steve Carell made an appearance on Jay Leno, where they played the following clip featuring a dialogue between possibly my two favorite people on the show: Michael and Toby.
He’s so right about that retarded thing. So Michael finds out Oscar is gay? That alone could breed enough comedy for at least 4 episodes… You can catch another clip regarding this story line on Yahoo TV’s Fall Preview. But more importantly, Jim and Pam… After the jump, some speculation!
Laaaaaadies! Looks like Britney Spears‘ Manny has a new delicate little one to clean up, feed and burp: Jude Law. Apparently, things got a little too hot in the barefoot redneck kitchen for ex-Manny Perry Taylor, who, according to Us Magazine, has been seen protecting the bah-day of the foppish cad all around town. We imagine working for Law is a bit different. Whereas before the Manny was responsible for removing the interior cream from a box of Ho-Ho’s and placing it into a jelly jar for Brit’s imbibing, now Manny must face an altogether swankier beast. (Wayne’s World fade out, if you will.)
There would be Jude, draped over a zebra-skinned fainting couch, a satin robe skimming down from his Adonis-like shoulders. A tiny platinum bell jingles with the slightest of effeminate ease, as Jude, up all night whittling a backscratcher out of an ivory tusk, complains of a cramp in his leg. “Bring me my oils” Jude orders… you can continue reading this little fan-fiction ditty over on my never to be released website ThingsThatGetMeThroughMyDay.com.