To say that I'm pants-dropping excited for Glee is an understatement, so imagine my sheer joy upon learning that a new clip of musical wonder dropped on Hulu yesterday! Even more pleased was I to see that it stars Mercedes, a sassy character who did not get nearly enough attention in the pilot. Seriously, the girl is so diva. Anyway, I must admit that this one didn't make me tear up like I did during the "Don't Stop Believin'" performance (I'm not kidding). Still, I would give up another 2 minutes and 19 seconds of my life to watch it again.

Lost's final Comic-Con ever was a brief but fun panel, but there were so many bits that Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse didn't have time to field a lot of questions, which was undoubtedly by design. And that's probably for the best. A juicy Lost spoiler is like that second slice of pizza -- so tempting, but you'll hate yourself for consuming it. I'm OK with what little answers we did get; I don't think any of us are worried that the final season won't blow our minds. But in the meantime let's look at everything we learned, and all the fun little skits in between the spoilers.

I know that I complain about Dollhouse a lot around these parts, but that has a lot to do with my high expectations for anything from the Joss Whedon world. Sorry, I've been spoiled. That said, while the beginning of this series was downright terrible, it did show some improvement as it went along (for those who made it that far), and I'm sort of intrigued at where this will go in Season 2 now that so much of the Dollhouse's world has been thrown into chaos. I'm especially curious now, since there have been some announcements about next season (from Comic-Con and post-Con) that sound very, very promising.

Mischa's back, but O'Malley is not. Another show jumps on the flash-forward bandwagon (no, it's not One Tree Hill for the 17th time), and Coldplay is going to be on The Simpsons! Keep reading for all the other reasons why it's not a horrible day to be TWoP News.

If you didn't watch the Torchwood: Children of Earth miniseries, you are seriously missing out. You should also not read this very spoiler-filled review that is below. Just know that the DVD is in stores now, and even if you aren't a fan of the show you should go buy it right this very minute, because this is one of the best things I've personally seen on television in a while. And it's an easy series to jump into for newcomers. It's just a show about three cops working at a very underground agency called Torchwood, specializing in alien crimes. Do yourself a favor. Buy it. Now. Trust me.

The Heroes Comic-Con panel has come and gone, and while I do give them props for a very considerate cast showing (pretty much everybody but Ali Larter, Mohinder and Greg Grunberg were there, and Grunny had a good excuse -- it was his son's bar mitzvah!), as well as some hesitantly promising new characters (not that this show needs new characters, but at least these guys don't seem to be in danger of Maya or Adam-level suckage), but, in true Heroes fashion, with the few bright spots came an avalanche of offensively bad story ideas. God, this show. I swear. Let's run down the bad and the good.

So G4 made a big deal this weekend about the fact that they were airing a panel from the San Diego Comic-Con on TV. It was a landmark event. Or something. I mean, in theory it's cool for us poor schmucks who don't get a chance to go to Comic-Con, but maybe this panel wasn't the one to start with. I get why they did it -- the mega-Star Wars franchise has been a part of Comic-Con since the '70s -- but now that there aren't any Star Wars movies coming out, they're pretty boring. I had the (dis)pleasure of sitting through one at the New York Comic-Con, and it had about 10 minutes of entertainment (in the form of the Robot Chicken guys) and 50 minutes of snooze-inducing content (everything else). That didn't bode well for this two-hour special.

On paper, Drop Dead Diva is exactly the kind of thing I would hate. Pretty girls are stupid and shallow, fat girls are smart but pathetic and lonely, mixed in with a few shamelessly ripped-from-Legally-Blonde courtroom scenes: the show. So clichéd, so stupid, and ostensibly, so condescending to the female audience it appeals to. But for whatever reason, I've been utterly charmed by it. Brooke Elliott is adorable, her best friend Stacy is sweet and likable, and that Dermot Mulroney-looking guy is mopey but somehow completely tolerable. I even think the over-the-top, wholly implausible courtroom scenes are funny. I don't know, maybe I'm having a stupid stuff renaissance or something. I did just tell the internet how psyched I am for G-Force, and I've been watching a lot of Gossip Girl DVDs pretty much unironically, which is just not normal.

There are lots of new shows on the block, but they seem to be reminiscent of shows we know and love. Lost is coming to an end, so naturally, another show is looking to take its place. Octomom finally got her own reality show, which is basically another version of Jon & Kate Plus Eight. Well, without Jon. The only original TV show in the news is Steven Spielberg's pilot about aliens, and even that's pushing it. Anyway, there are some good news and some tragic news; you'll laugh and you'll cry, so proceed with caution.

All of this focus on overweight reality shows -- Biggest Loser, Dance Your Ass Off, More to Love -- has drawn our attention away from the original plus-size primetime stars. You know, the fictional ones? Most of the great TV shows of the modern era have included at least one character from this increasingly sizable segment of society, and nine times out of ten they ended up being our favorite character on the series. Here are ten who float to the top of our favorites list.