In the wee hours of this morning, the first in a series of webisodes introducing Jimmy Fallon as the host of The Late Show premiered. And from what I can tell, it's exactly what you'd expect. In the super-short debut clip I watched (so that you don't have to) Fallon didn't really do much in the way of offering a true taste of what the show will be like. He was too busy waxing poetic about all the great late night hosts that preceded him on the hallowed sound stage of Studio 6B and teaching people how the internet is interactive and twitching like he likes to do. Oh, and proclaiming that The Roots is the best band in the history of the world. So ... too early to tell is my point. Not offensively odious, not astoundingly brilliant. Fascinating, I know.

Meanwhile, if you want to brave it yourself (it is only a minute and thirty-six seconds), tell me what you think. Is it a disgrace to the venerable institution of late-night TV? Just so-so? Or does it make you psyched for when the real show makes its debut?

I don't know what the hell is going on over at Grey's Anatomy lately (and I'm not just talking about the disaster that is unfolding on screen). My pal Ausiello at EW says T.R. Knight quit. That always reliable source Us Magazine says that he's not going anywhere. I'm leaning towards believing Ausiello, but I'm totally biased. Frankly, all I can hope is that the formerly adorable and now useless George gets the hell out of dodge and takes his little dog too (and by little dog I mean that whiny bitch Katherine Heigl... in case that wasn't clear enough).

So come this fall I have absolutely no reason to watch NBC at 10 PM. This comes on the heels of me having less and less reason to watch NBC in general (thanks to disappointing dreck like Knight Rider, Crusoe and Kath & Kim... don't even get me started on my love/hate of Heroes). Come this fall Jay Leno will be back and more primetimey than ever. In a bid to keep the current Tonight Show host on their network, once Conan heads west and takes over the long-running talkfest, NBC decided to give Leno and his chin a spot on their primetime lineup. Five. Nights. A. Week.

Some very savvy and eagle-eyed TWoP forum readers happened to catch that Phyllis was browsing our very own little site while she was supposed to be working during last week's Office episode. Personally, I was too busy being annoyed by Pam and her new mission to drive the entire office crazy by getting in a tizzy about everything. Don't worry Phyllis, we love that you read our site during work hours. We won't tell on you. Keep reading! Our forums are way more entertaining than playing solitaire for hours on end, and you get to see what people are saying about the little "documentary" about your office. Besides, if Dunder-Mifflin Scranton came in with a budget surplus this year, you all must be doing something right... even though it seems like absolutely nothing at all sales related ever gets done at that place.

EW published a little list of those they deem to be the smartest folks in the TV biz today, and normally I wouldn't be talking about one of their features here but the internet kind of exploded over it for some reason, so I thought maybe we should discuss it. Also because there is some seriously retarded crap on it:

Remember a long time ago when Grey's Anatomy was just a simple show about young doctors in love/lust and hot people doing surgery and getting it on in various places in the hospital? When the hell did it turn into this mess? I mean I know that there's "something" going on with Izzie, and lord knows I've been known to talk to myself on various occasions, which does garner looks from people. But an entire relationship with her dead and imaginary fiance? In which she has lots and lots of sex, in the on-call room and at home, to the point where she can't even do her job? What the freakin' hell? Don't get me wrong, I love Jeffrey Dean Morgan, but when he was sitting next to her on the couch in the middle of the hospital during a meeting I actually started yelling at the TV. Do the other interns just leave a space for Izzie's imaginary friend? Or just leave a wide berth around her because she's a nutjob. I mean, she's so lucky that she even has this job after the whole LVAD debacle, she should really be more focused on her career and earning solo surgeries and not on having mind-blowing solo sex.

Back eighteen million years ago (aka in June) we reported on the rumors that the whizzes behind Gossip Girl were working on a spin-off. Now it seems they've all but confirmed it's happening, though contrary to initial buzz, the new show will not be using the books' tangential series The It Girl (which follows Jenny Humphrey to boarding school) as its source material. Just as well, cuz that platinum-haired moppet is getting on my very last nerve. No official word on what shape this alleged spin-off will take yet, but I've got some ideas for Josh Schwartz et al.

This was a hard one. Honestly, we could have probably done a TWoP 20. But the untimely demise of Pushing Daisies got us thinking about the most gut-wrenching cancellations -- the ones that we're still devastated about. And we're not talking about shows that went off the air after a nice long successful run, or shows that the writers opted not to do any more of (like Extras or Battlestar Galactica), these were shows that were unceremoniously ripped out of our hands during the midst of their all-too-brief lifespans. A cruel twist of the TV fates or TPTB who often only recognize ratings and not rare bits of genius in television form, leaving us still wanting more.

Word on the street is that Mariska Hargitay, aka the prettiest, nicest, awesomest actor lady in the history of Law & Order might be leaving the franchise after ten years of service. This cannot happen. As Olivia Benson on Law & Order: SVU, she not only apprehends pervy bad guys and soothes victims with her gentle touch, she keeps that wild card Elliot in place. Theirs is the perfect symbiotic relationship. Who else would go all the way out to Jersey to talk to his craycray mommy (the fabulous Ellen Burstyn) and get her to give a statement exonerating her drunk grandkid because Elliot was too much of a proud jerky boy to do it himself? And 'member what happened when Connie Nielson stepped in to partner up with Stabler while Liv was undercover for some vague FBI beeswax? Disaster, that's what!

I swear I'm not a heartless bitch -- well, most of the time. I totally teared up when Michelle was reunited with her dad on The Biggest Loser this past week, so I'm not utterly unfeeling. But I tried watching Secret Millionaire last night. It's got a nice Extreme Makeover kind of premise about it. Multi-millionaires go undercover to live in the real world to see how poor, or regular, people survive. Then after a week, they give them money out of their own pocket. It's kind of like what Greg Garcia did during the writers strike, but, you know, filmed for television.