I try and stay out of the celebrity gossip fray, but seriously, this one was just too crazy to ignore. I heard that Gary Dourdan was arrested on drug charges and my first reaction was, "Eh, no big deal." I mean, everyone I know who has met him said that he was a charming guy who happened to bear a certain distinct odor... let's call it Eau du Jason Castro. Anyway, I presume that he was caught smoking some weed in a backlot somwhere and shrugged it off. Come to find out that the CSI star basically created his own crime scene in his car. Good god, can't celebrities learn to hire drivers already? Dourdan was caught with "suspected cocaine, heroin, Ecstacy, miscellaneous prescription drugs and paraphernalia" and the only reason that he got spotted by the police was that he was sleeping in his vehicle, which was parked on the wrong side of the street. Really? Could he not afford a hotel room? CSI has got to pay better than that. Anyway, the reports don't really have the juicy details on what the CSI honchos have to say about this one yet, or what Dourdan's status on the show will be, or if he'll be reprimanded. In the meantime, he's apparently already back at work. Either way, is it wrong that I'm seriously hoping for a buddy cop action series starring Dourdan and Kiefer Sutherland in the future? It could totally have a Shield vibe to it and they'd tackle the tougher side of law enforcement all while coping with their own personal demons. Vice Squad, anyone?

Gary Coleman and his 22-year-old bride Shannon appeared in Divorce Court yesterday (A televised divorce, that's classy!) in an effort to salvage their seven-month marriage. According to Shannon, the bone of contention was Coleman's child-like antics. She told Inside Edition, "If he doesn't get his way, he throws a temper tantrum like a five-year-old does." Ahem. What's that old chestnut about not judging a book by its cover? Here's our revised version: If it looks like a five-year-old and acts like a five-year-old, do not marry it. Alas, if only wifey -- who by our calculations was born in 1986 -- had actually been alive when this vintage episode of Diff'rent Strokes aired, perhaps she'd have understood what she was in for.

Variety is reporting that this season will likely be the end of the line for Beauty and the Geek. Really? Is that show still even on? Seriously though this news should come as little surprise to anyone who has been a fan of the show. The current season tried to change the format completely and pit the hot chicks against the little nerdlings they were supposed to be helping. Long gone are the friendships and eagerness of the participants to transform into a smarter girl or a hipper guy, and now the show is all about the competition.

Our Brilliant But Cancelled blogger was raving about I Spy and how it was such a groundbreaking show. I had never personally seen an episode, so I figured I'd give it a whirl, what's the harm right? Well, I don't think it is going to win me over as a fan, despite the fact that Robert Culp looks surprisingly good without his shirt on. It is fun to watch Archie Bunker as an evildoer with an accent torturing and brainwashing our hero, but the overly dramatic and weird score is giving me a headache. Wait, am I being the one tortured here? I'm sure my kid some day will say the same thing about my love of Alias with its sexy and pounding electronic beats. Anyway, I'm sure there may be a good show hidden somewhere in there... feel free to try for yourself if you can handle the pain.

How is it possible that so many of my favorite fun shows (some of which I'm ashamed to be watching) have landed on Monday nights? It is like an embarrassment of riches for those who favor teen dramas or reality TV (or in some cases both). My DVR and TiVo are both about ready to explode. In addition to mainstream stuff like House, Bones Samantha Who?, Dancing With the Stars and How I Met Your Mother, there's an over abundance guilty pleasures on too. If you aren't watching... you are missing out on some juicy (and usually hot-bodied) entertainment (if you are into that kind of thing).

Actually, change is usually bad, but in the case of House moving to Monday nights, it could be kind of a good thing. It doesn't honestly matter when they put this show on, people, like me, will seek it out, but paired with Bones it is the perfect procedural combination. Different shows, different topics, but the cantankerous House with his loyal team of brainiac doctors, and the nerdy Brennan and her loyal team of geeky scientists, are a natural fit. If you, like me, have forgotten what the heck happened the last time House aired (because it has been a freakin' while) check out the last episode about a Jewish woman who gets sick on her wedding day. Let's just say that House thinks she's lying and using drugs. Shocker!

I love Seth Green, he's one of the few people from Buffy who I refer to using their real name instead of their character name when I see them in other projects. Trust me, this comes up way more frequently then you would think. Anyway, I love him. I even sat through the most mind-numblingly boring and massively disapointing panel at New York Comic Con last weekend just to hear him talk about Robot Chicken: Star Wars for a few short minutes. Yeah, I've got a problem. Anyway, to celebrate Earth Week, Conan O'Brien had him on pretty much just because of his name. Funny segment, where they reference all sorts of geeky things. To top it off, the entire time I'm watching it, I can't help but think that because of the tremendous height and body type difference between the two of them, it sort of looks like that scene in the first Lord of the Rings movie where Gandalf and Frodo are riding in the cart and one is gigantic (that would be Conan in this scenario) and one is just an itty bitty hobbit (that would be Seth). I need a life... too bad I'm off to see a Star Wars exhibit this weekend.

Summertime. The time when reality TV rules the land, with only reruns and a scarce few scripted dramas to break up the onslaught of wannabes desperately grasping their 15 minutes of fame. Yes, we just got scripted television back, but don't get too attached. Instead, you'll be subjected (if you choose to stay inside and watch television) to the latest addition to the juggernaut that is High School Musical. The inevitable reality series High School Musical: Summer Session is casting now, with drama kings and queens from all over the country hoping to either be the next Zac Efron or Ashley Tisdale. Why do I think -- based on experiences with my high school drama club and the non-existent careers that the "stars" or our big spring musicals have had since then -- that this is pretty freakin' unlikely? Anyway, I do like Nick Lachey who hosted one of my winter guilty pleasures Clash of the Choirs (I know... I'm so ashamed, OK?). The former Newlywed (see it could be worse... it could have been the other one) will be encouraging teens to live their dreams and will probably have to suffer through more versions of "Breaking Free" than any one person should ever have to hear. This show could be bubbly and cute and a hit with the youngsters (and i'm ashamed to admit, me), or it could be as awful and insufferable as last summer's Grease: You're the One That I Want debacle. I knew one of the finalists of that show and still could barely stomach it. Worse still... the actual production with the winners that is on Broadway now. Pain-ful. But I digress, the winner of HSM:SS will recieve some very ambiguous prize described as a chance to become "part of High School Musical history." Which I take to mean that if the series is a flop, they'll get to be an extra at a party or whatnot in one of the upcoming installments.

I've been giggling about the premise of the new HBO series Hung all morning. Basically it is about a middle-aged man with a bigger than average member who walks softly and decides to use his big stick to get further in life. I'm snickering like a 13-year-old boy instead of the 30-something-year-old woman that I am. Oh no, what if his last name is Johnson. Wait, better yet, what if his name is Dick Johnson. Oh god, that would be so incredible. Sadly, I can't stop myself from laughing, and it is really, depressing because I'm all alone here at TWoP HQ today. So I'm giggling to myself and coming up with lame penis-related jokes. Real mature. Anyway, my excitement and laughter finally died down when I got past the premise and read that one of the masterminds of this um, probing new project was the same guy who created The Riches. Damn it. Such interesting source material from the one person who can make it so boring that I want to gouge my eyes out. Sigh.

Honestly, I just had to. I've got no other explanation as to why I felt compelled to make another How I Met Your Mother video, my clip of the day. I love me some Dawson and crazy Canadian humor. Hope you do too. Sorry --In my head I'm saying it So-ree-- if you don't. Enjoy!