It's Thursday! Otherwise known as the new Friday, which is now the new Sunday, which, in turn has become the new Saturday. I know, it's confusing. What it boils down to is, you're getting drunk tonight. So before you kill your brain cells with that delicious Zima cocktail, edify yourself with a few of these juicy news bits.

So it didn't get off to a great start, but after checking out two more episodes, "The Target" (aka Ep. 2 which airs Friday) and "Gray Hour" (aka Ep. 4 which airs March 6), I'm sort of optimistic... at least cautiously. It is from the mind of Joss Whedon, which means due to my undying fandom that I will sit and watch every episode no matter how crappy... though to be fair, none of the episodes of Dollhouse I've seen are really that terrible, it just occasionally dips into the procedural realm, or makes things utterly perplexing. Read on for some reasons I'll be watching (not really too spoilery, just some big highlights).

As we now know, last Friday's Terminator return took a giant ratings hit, and the show is probably not long for this world. Which is really a shame, because it's much better than it's given credit for, and this past episode felt like what the show should be every week. The quiet, intimate moments were really well done (though I say Kyle was way too pretty), the T2 shout-outs were plentiful and not over-the-top, and we got to see some stabby robot murders and a couple things explode. All in all a fantastic episode, and though the lack of Cameron was frustrating, John Henry is amazing. Garrett Dillahunt was easily one of my favorite parts of Deadwood, and he kills it every week on this show -- so glad he wasn't gone for good after Cromartie was shot to hell in that church. And the way Weaver's relationship with Henry is somewhat mirroring Sarah's frustration with her son is a nice parallel that I think is working particularly well. That being said, the show is not without its problems. Not to kick a show while it's down (ratings-wise), but here are some changes I'd like to see if TSCC survives.

I've been complaining for several seasons now that ER needs to stop. For a while it got all kinds of crazy and downbeat, with too much focus on Abby and Kovac and the depressing blow after blow to their relationship. Then they killed off, or wrote off, pretty much every character I was remotely interested in. However, this season has been pretty great overall, and I'm not even really mad at all that they added in a couple extra episodes to the end. In fact, I think the show is pretty much back in top form (since I've been watching it from the get-go) and this season has been more consistently entertaining than Grey's Anatomy or House (don't even get me started on Private Practice) have been this year -- shocking words that I never would have imagined myself typing last summer when I was dreading this final send-off. Here's why I'm on board:

Wheeee! It's A-List Awards voting time again! As you might recall from last year, Bravo's one and only award show (known to TWOPpers as the Bravo Prom) is the premiere show in which things I actually care about get nominated and awarded. We're talking categories like Chef Who Does The Awesomest Things With Pork Products (a.k.a. A-List Chef) and -- literally -- A-List Kate, which is described as an award "Given to the Kate with the mostest" featuring nominees from Kate Moss to Katy Perry to Mary-Kate Olsen (yeah I guess they're pretty loose with their acceptance criteria). In sum: Best. Awards. Show. Ever. And as always, it's going to be hosted by everyone's favorite trash-talkin' redhead, Kathy Griffin. This fabulous beeswax will film April 5, but you can cast your vote now if you go to this place here. You've got 'till March 31. Conflicted about who to vote for? After the jump are the categories and nominees, along with my annotated picks. Because I love you.

It's Wednesday, or hump day as those always peppy radio DJ's used to be obsessed with calling it (Do they still? I never listen to morning "drive-time" shows any more). And "hump day" is a stupid term for it anyway, but what the hell, this abbreviated week is already half over and now it is time to start cementing your weekend plans. Which, if you are me, involve digging through my closet looking for my old mix tapes, because the first news item has me feeling a little retro nostalgic.

It might be a longshot, but if Idol has taught me anything over the past few weeks, it is never, ever underestimate Tatiana Del Toro. Last night scared the hell out of me, not just because she cleaned up the crazy and yet managed to come off even crazier than when she's overtly crazy, somehow, but also because she was really, really good. At singing. I mean, I knew she was alright at singing, but sweet jeebus, in comparison to the other performances she was like the second coming of Whitney or something. And while Dial Idol is optimistically trending that Danny Gokey and Alexis Grace will take the top guy and girl spots, with likely Anoop Desai (my favorite!) taking the third spot, I'm still refusing to get my hopes up, for the following reasons.

Happy post-Valentine's/post-President's day start of the work week, everybody! Unless you're not in the States, or had some kind of evil boss who didn't let you take yesterday off, or if you're one of those rebels who defiantly refuses to celebrate holidays created by greeting card companies -- in which case little or none of the past two "holidays" means anything to you. I'm still drunk, is what I'm saying. The good news is, there is actually some news to report today! Read on for Dollhouse ratings, smashed-up cars, Michael Vartan's latest terrible career decision and more!

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Friday-The-Thirteenth Edition. Make sure you're up on your television news before getting slaughtered by a machete-wielding fake hockey player, or spending an exorbitant amount on restaurant meals that will feature a disturbing number of heart-shaped items, or whatever your weekend plans may be!

I admit it: I'm fully stoked about the return of the comparatively civilized ladies of The Real Housewives of New York City. So much so that I've taken to talking like Spicoli from Fast Times At Ridgemont High. And to get myself amped for the premiere of Season Two next week, I pulled the most memorable moments from the first season and got positively teary-eyed remembering their high-falutin' hijinks. To quote Lost Boyz, it's "lifestyles of the rich and shameless," featuring fashion shows, tennis death matches and extreme Speedo close-ups. Soooo elegant! Get the low-down on my picks and let me know your favorite moments with Gotham's moneyed MILFs.