The recent "let's visit Yale so we can all go there together when we graduate" trip on Gossip Girl got the old wheels a-turning in my head, and I was like, "Just like how Rory and Paris both ended up at Yale back in the day!" So very convenient that two headstrong girls who have ideas about where they want to go and the ability to get into any number of Ivy League schools wind up together, and as roommates. Same goes for Serena and Blair, and the rest of the gang, all of whom could use their prep school backgrounds to have their pick of the Ivys, and who all decide to check out Yale together. It's just very TV-friendly, and an easy way to keep the cast together. And while Blair and Serena's fights will likely be over boys and not who is going to be editor-in-chief of the school paper, it made me realize the amount of other similarities this show has to my poor beloved departed Gilmore Girls.

Battlestar Galactica is coming back for its final (sniff, sniff) season on Jan. 16th. And while I'm trying to ignore the fact that it is the final season, I'm excited that now that there's a date, I can start planning my BSG party (which all two of my friends will come to.) I'll have just recuperated from my Golden Globes hangover, and be all set to find out what the frak happened after the humans and Cylons landed on Earth. I can't wait, even though it is months away still.

As we've established before, what you choose to watch on TV speaks volumes about the kind of person you are. And last night last night's programming dilemma definitely separated the men from the boys, or the girls from the boys, or the straight boys from the gays or what have you. You see, it was both the third and final presidential debate and the Project Runway finale. What to watch? If you're like me and don't own a home DVR (for shame, I know, but I'm working on it!) it entails running back and forth between the TVs in the living room and the bedroom, which kept the tensions high at the old Gitlin domicile last night, but provided the unforeseen benefit of a serious cardio workout.

Here's the thing. This updated version of the zip code obsessed series? It's not good. I only keep watching on the off chance that there will be more cameos from Shannen Doherty and for my weekly glimpse of the amazing Gangy in action. But now. Now they've gone too far. They are taking my Jessica Walter away from me. (Not that they give me nearly enough of her to begin with.) Ausiello broke my spirit by informing the world that Walter's contract hasn't been picked up for the second half of the season, and the wonderful Lucille Bluth/Tabitha will only be around on a recurring basis.

When we first heard about Showtime's new series The United States of Tara back in June, I had conflicted feelings about it. On the one hand, Toni Collette playing a mother living with multiple personality disorder while trying to raise two children is undeniably intriguing. I adore Toni Collette, and have been dying to see her lead a series for a while now, not to mention the fact that Showtime makes great series. On the other hand, Diablo Cody wrote it, and she's the most annoying person on the planet. A preview of the show was released yesterday, and I'm still torn. From this brief look, Collette's performance looks really over-the-top and nowhere based in any grounded reality, and there were hints of that Diablo Cody quippy hipster lingo, which, oh God, kill me now.

We normally don't blog about this kind of thing, but we're making an exception because I just love Gale Harold. And the actor who can make us believe that he is actually in love with Teri Hatcher's annoying Susan was seriously injured in a motorcycle crash. Not a lot of details, but I'm seriously hoping he's OK. (And so is DeAnn, and not just because Desperate Housewives will be more painful for her to weecap if he's not on it.) The former Queer as Folk star is a favorite of mine (I just got around to stop calling him Brian), so fingers crossed that he's OK. Sending out well wishes and good thoughts, and prayers. That's all.

I'm so upset about this I've had to stew about it for over an hour before I could even bring myself to blog it. In an effort to become more competitive with The Soup, the suits at Best Week Ever have decided to ditch the multiple panelist format starting October 24th in favor of just one host: Paul F. Tompkins. Now, I've loved Tompkins for years, and he is one of my favorite parts of the show, but he is just one of my many favorite parts of the show. The story says panelists will be back every once in a while, which is great, but think about it -- no more Frangela! No more Chuck Nice's "The Sizzler!" No more John Mulaney! No More Melissa Rauch! No more Doug Benson Bachelor rose ceremonies! No more everybody! I'm so upset. Why would they do this to me? Oh, and it gets worse, too.

Yesterday I was super thrilled to learn of Samantha Bee's foray into the world of network sitcoms. So imagine my glee at the news that my very favorite fat-suit wearing, cheese-ball making, bunny rabbit owning comedienne Amy Sedaris is returning to the small screen with another TV show. Funny ladies take mainstream television by storm! Huzzah!

I'm sure that Prince Charles is a busy guy. Doing something. Not entirely sure exactly what since I've never really understood the whole modern royal thing. Like they don't rule the country, they are just basically figureheads, right? But he's got too much on his plate to stop by Doctor Who for a cameo appearance. What could be a better way to spread national identity and pride (someone spent too much time on royal.gov) than appearing on an episode of a fantastically fun and wild time traveling sci-fi series? Appeal to the geeks of the world. Show them you've got a sense of humor. He's probably afraid they would make him play an alien or something (leaders on that show don't tend to fare too well). Is there an alien species that has good hearing? That could explain those ears. But the Prince declined. Who EP Russell T. Davies responded by jokingly (I think) calling him "a miserable swine."

Last night's House was amazing for a million reasons. House and Wilson were back together and on a bromantic road trip together, Hugh Laurie's performance in the funeral scene was breathtakingly good, the minions had to make themselves useful without House (for the most part) while he was off being taken hostage by Wilson, and even Kal Penn's character had something interesting to contribute in his scenes with the patient of the week for once. All in all, I think we can agree that this episode will go down as one of the best of the series. But more importantly -- how awesome was House's "MmmBop" ringtone?! As someone who prides myself on picking out the perfect ironic ringtones for every occasion, I have to say my current "Candle in the Wind" has been checkmated by House's Hanson, and I am so copying him. Anyone else love (or hate, and you'd certainly have a valid argument if you do) the Hanson joke?