This is a glimpse into the Emmys of the future.

The House finale ended Season 7 in a manner that was very much representative of this problematic year as a whole: with an entire hour devoted to House obsessing over Cuddy in increasingly destructive ways, and she silently appeasing him until House did something awful. It's been a terrible year for the show, but it's arguably been the worst for Cuddy, who was reduced to an ineffectual doormat and mere sex object since the shippers got their way and Huddy was realized in September. And even before I saw last night's episode, I didn't blame Lisa Edelstein in the slightest for up and quitting the show (yes, I know money had something to do with it, too). Now that I have watched what is presumably her last appearance on the show, I'm downright ecstatic for her. Let's review the ways in which the writers' hatred Cuddy hatred was manifested in the season-ender, shall we?

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There's some good news and some bad news for the highly complicated ladies of Showtime.

After last night, I'm not even sure I'd miss these two if they were gone.

TGIF, everybody -- time to judge some strangers again! As usual, I have presented my five most heinous reality stars of this week and crowned a most horrible but deserving winner. A lot of great, drunken fights this round, so that's fun. Make sure to check out next week's, where there will undoubtedly be some Bachelorette action in the mix.

Now that we've survived the network upfront season and have had a couple of minutes to process the glut of new shows that will be coming in the fall and midseason, we've figured out what we're looking forward to. While there are plenty of freshman series that sound terrible, and a few that seem merely mediocre with the potential to improve, a select handful genuinely impressed us (or, at least their preview clips did). Of course, that doesn't mean that they'll all last a few season - in fact, some of these might be a hard sell - but for now, here's what we think shows the most promise:

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The CW usually has the most energetic upfront of them all each May, and while I was a bit concerned about this year's new location (Jazz at Lincoln Center), the presentation began with the band LMFAO singing "Party Rock Anthem" while members of America's Best Dance Crew alums Quest Crew (including Hok!) did their B-Boy thing on stage. Once they shuffled off, outgoing CW president Dawn Ostroff introduced the very attractive casts of all of the network's shows, forcing them to engage in awkward banter on stage - a tried-and-true CW upfront tradition (I certainly hope that her successor Mark Pedowitz continues it next time). But the Good Sport of the Week Award goes to sales exec Rob Tuck, who came out wearing both a gold lamé jacket and the cardboard robot head from LMFAO's performance. Finally, after some hype about CWingo (a new Facebook bingo game) and the obligatory joke about Ian Somerhalder's bite being worse than his bark, we finally saw clips from the new line-up.

From a cheesy NBC sitcom to an HBO drama from Aaron Sorkin? Somebody's having the best day ever.