I remember it like yesterday: After six hours of karaoke and three bottles of wine, I stumbled home to pass out in front of the TV. Collapsing on my couch, I turned on the boob tube only to discover that mother effer, it was Super Bowl Sunday. Sure there was only one channel that the game was on, but every other channel seemed to be airing some type of commentary or football themed craptastic-ness. All I really wanted was a Law and Order marathon or similar. I flipped drunkenly between channels, spouting occasional frustrated obscenities every time I landed on anything depicting a pigskin or a man in a helmet or John Madden. And then I found myself staring at a screen full of puppies. Puppies on a small, to-scale football field. Puppies playing and peeing and drinking water while a commentator affecting his best approximation of a sportscaster announced that the beagle on left field was being suspended for "unnecessary roughness."

Now that I've stopped kicking myself for paying nearly six whole dollars for Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (yes, I am that cheap), I can inform you that the brilliant opus is now available on Hulu for zero dollars, which, in case you forgot, is six fewer dollars than what I paid for it. You can watch all three acts in one fused together super-vid (after the jump!), or in the original stand alone installments. Either way, Doogie is officially the Patron Saint of TWoP these days, so show him some love!

Apparently, this year being the first year that reality show hosts are eligible for Emmy awards isn't good enough for some people. DHD has reported that, according to a "reliable source," the hosts of this year's Emmy awards ceremony will be not one, not two, not three, not six, but all five of the nominees in the Reality Host category. So if you usually watch the show to escape reality TV (despite the fact that it... is... reality TV), you're S.O.L. But if you love reality TV and want to have a million of its babies live on a major network during primetime, you are in luck.

I know that there were probably fans out there who were bothered by the fact that we never saw Jack Bauer take a potty break or stop for a snack during one of his marathon days, but did this merit actually asking Kiefer Sutherland about it? In public? In front of thousands of Comic-Con fans? Really? Is there nothing else better that could have been asked about Jack Bauer's life than this? Nothing? I hope the producers don't get ideas that we actually want to see Jack in the stall with a magazine or something.

CBS has been making some smart decisions this week. That person should get a raise. First, they decided to move the not-skeezy-enough-but-still-kind-of-icky Swingtown off to Friday nights, while giving the higher rated Flashpoint a plum spot on Thursday nights. This makes sense, as Flashpoint is a much better fit for the crowded used to watching a procedural like Without a Trace in the post-CSI berth on Thursdays. But then presumably the same scheduling genius decided to movie Big Brother's live evictions back to their rightful home on Thursdays at 8. I'm so happy about this I could do a little dance in my office... but for the sake of those around me I won't. Now if they could just move the Sunday night show back to Saturday, all would be right with the world.

After the latest season of The Bachelorette ended with finalist Jason Mesnick getting majorly snubbed by the titular DeAnna Pappas, there was such an outpouring of sentiment from desperate sympathetic single gals that the producers at ABC saw fit to create a special site to handle the overflow. Now, in a move modeled after the cinematic masterpiece that is Sleepless In Seattle, romantic hopefuls and well-wishers can get in touch with the scorned bachelor directly via fanofjason.com

Since TWoP was too cheap to actually send me or anyone else from our staff to Comic Con, I've been left to toil here in my cube reading other people's coverage of the events. Surprisingly, this turned out to be pretty fun. Since you've probably already gotten all the newsy stuff you're going to want by now, I've compiled my favorite tales from the around the interwebs by people who actually went to Comic Con and had fun things to say about it because their bosses actually love them enough to send them places. Anyway...

Voting is officially underway for our annual Tubey Awards and now we're on to our second week filled with ten more categories for you to sound off on. This week, the spotlight is on the wild world of reality television. Here's what's new, or you can just click here if you are impatient and want to get on with the voting. Also, check out the upcoming categories here and if you need help voting, here's an easy how-to.

I don't know why this Stephen Colbert post made me laugh so much... it just did. Maybe its because even he can't keep from cracking up during it. Maybe it is because I got some good drugs for the pain in my neck. Whatever. Enjoy!

I realize that just yesterday I said that I couldn't see myself getting into any more dance shows because the TV is so oversaturated with them at the moment... but then I saw that Chris Brown is getting his sexy smooth groove on and I might have changed my mind. It happens. Chris Brown is teaming up with Mark Burnett (reality show mastermind/guy who basically knows how to print money) and J.D. Roth (producer of Biggest Loser and host of that creepy show where they all had to live underground in a bunker) and basically the show will be You Got Served... please, oh, please let Shane Sparks be judging. That would just make me so freakin' happy. Even happier than the mere prospect that I get to stare at Chris Brown for an hour a week.