If you were expecting Jay Leno to shake up the talk-show format and really change the television landscape with his 10 PM chatfest, you were likely sorely disappointed last evening. That said, if you are a Leno fan and wanted more of what he was doing on The Tonight Show, except earlier, then your wish has been granted. His new primetime talk show debuted yesterday, and for all the chatter about him having fewer guests and really switching things up, it was almost identical to his previous format. The only big changes were the lack of a desk (instead he's got two small and uncomfortable looking chairs on a carpet in the middle of the studio) and that he saved "Headlines" for the end. Way to mix it up, Jay.

I can't say that I'm a fan of 60 Minutes in general, but by and large I can ignore it, except when it cuts into The Amazing Race because some sort of sporting event ran long and threw off CBS' entire Sunday night lineup. Last night Big Brother was the bumped show because announcers apparently spent a good long time in shock that Tiger Woods lost or something. So I lamely watched the end of the news magazine shocked by how completely irrelevant Andy Rooney is now.

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.

The Real Housewives of New Jersey's Danielle Staub might run for Congress, everybody! That is such a good idea! Though it is kind of bittersweet, because it looks like all her dirt has already been dug up. So backwards -- that's supposed to happen once you're already in office, lady! But no matter. She's going to be a fantastic representative of fine politics for me to poop on. Let's take a gander at all the urgent things she will promise to take care of for the citizens of New Jersey when she runs.

The In the Motherhood premiere just made me sad, everybody. Why get some of the best comedic talent on television together just to make something so inoffensive and mediocre? It's such a waste of everything. Cheryl Hines, Jessica St. Clair, Megan Mullally, Ken Marino, Rachael Harris, skinny Horatio Sanz and Kenny Powers' best friend/the nudie cokehead from Reno 911! are all so good it almost made up for the largely flat jokes (to be fair, there were one or two jokes that did work, but the rest weren't even awful, they were just meh, which is almost worse) and contrived, unoriginal situations (getting caught having sex at work, getting caught faking a pregnancy, how to tell the kids -- spoiler alert, six-year-olds reading this! -- Santa's not real -- such groaners), but I don't think even they make it worth watching a second episode of this.

Or maybe they do, I don't know. I know that I personally don't. Nevertheless, Marc Cherry is in talks with ABC to extend the show an extra two seasons past the previously planned seven, meaning Desperate Housewives will be on for nine seasons, or as I like to refer to it, for effing everrrrrr. And ABC is into it, of course, because they are great fans of making money. "I started recently talks with (ABC Entertainment president) Steve McPherson and (ABC Studios chief) Mark Pedowitz about continuing the show for a ninth season," Cherry said. "We're going to find a way to make it work."

If I had read the news that CBS' relationship drama The Ex List had been suddenly yanked from the schedule (presumably for good... but people are afraid to use the word "canceled" lately) right after the premiere, I would have been bummed. However, that was before I watched the last few episodes and weecaped them. All of the charm of the pilot seemed to be slowly getting sucked out. It's no wonder the showrunner left. The optimism I felt about the show when I talked to star Elisabeth Reaser had slowly dissipated. Though that wouldn't have stopped me from watching it completely... I watch way crappier shows than this one for much longer than I should. Most normal people did stop though, so CBS opted to sub in NCIS reruns. Not a good sign.

I've been pretty harsh on Starz's TV adaptation of Crash in the past, and now, after having seen the trailer for it, I think it may actually be worse than I thought. Even with the casting coup of Dennis Hopper (who seems to have been cast based on his unrivaled ability to portray Dennis Hopper), this show looks even crappier than the movie it's based on. Watch the trailer after the jump, if only to revel in truly terrible -- not to mention completely unnecessary -- television.

Joss Stone is joining the cast of The Tudors. And no, this is not some different show called The Tudors, it's the Showtime period drama. And no, she won't be playing some court jester-y Aretha Franklin impersonator (they had those), she'll be playing Anne of Cleves, the fourth wife of Henry VIII. I'm going to come clean here and admit that I don't know anything about Henry VIII or his wives except that he had mental problems and killed them all, so maybe Anne of Cleves was the one who didn't say much and just kind of belted out blue-eyed soul while barefoot, because that's the only way this stuntcasting makes any sense.

After the latest season of The Bachelorette ended with finalist Jason Mesnick getting majorly snubbed by the titular DeAnna Pappas, there was such an outpouring of sentiment from desperate sympathetic single gals that the producers at ABC saw fit to create a special site to handle the overflow. Now, in a move modeled after the cinematic masterpiece that is Sleepless In Seattle, romantic hopefuls and well-wishers can get in touch with the scorned bachelor directly via fanofjason.com