Once upon a time, Chris Jericho was a respected and charismatic wrestling Superstar. From ECW to WCW to WWE, he only gained in popularity, earning such nicknames as Lionheart, Sexy Beast and the Ayatollah of Rock 'n' Rolla. ...Then he took that last nickname a little too seriously and started heavily hyping his own unfortunately-named heavy-metal band, Fozzy, with such songs as "To Kill a Stranger" and "Whitechapel 1888." (To this day, I'm still not sure if they're trying to be funny.) The debatable popularity of Fozzy, who had performed in front of "thousands" and sold "hundreds of thousands" of records, led to Jericho being the first celebrity eliminated on Celebrity Duets, after singing with Peter Frampton. And with an impressive record like that, you know it couldn't be long before he was asked to host his own music-competition TV show. (Hey, it worked for Billy Ray Cyrus.)

So the uberpopular Jonas Brothers with their mop top hair and their innocent sugar music and non-threatening teenage appeal have long had a Disney channel show in the works. Their surefire ratings hit dubbed J.O.N.A.S was going to take the trio of brothers and set them in the wild world of spies. Now that actually sounds like it could be mildly entertaining if I was 12. A little Alias, a little Spy Kids and a little Monkees and bam, you've got a series. What could be wrong with that? It's better than the premise of The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.

I'll admit it. I've been a little depressed since Dr. Horrible ended. Even the good doctors' Twitter updates can't cheer me up. I'm in the Neil Patrick Harris doldrums. Desperately wafting along in a Doogie-less wasteland just waiting for new episodes of How I Met Your Mother to come back. And then, then, the most magical thing happened. This wonderful link arrived in my IM and it is from YouTube (which isn't being nice and letting my embed it or whatever so you've got to follow the stupid link). Neil Patrick Harris is on Sesame Street as a shoe fairy and it is Legen -- wait for it -- dary. Now I'm happy on so many levels because Neil Patrick Harris is singing, and dancing and a magical fairy and the whole concept is just incredible. But also because when I'm not writing about TV, I'm the mother to a toddler who insists on watching Sesame Street all the time and if I have to see Tina Fey as a Bookaneer one more time, I may cry... I love Tina... but there are limits. So now there's NPH making shoes appear and making my summer all better and well... I hope you enjoy as much as I do.

Last night was the finale of Legally Blonde: The Musical: The Search for the Next Elle Woods: In Which We Find Some Girl Who Can Sort of Sing and Sort of Dance But is Definitely Blonde (or at Least She Can Be With Dye and A Wig) and the second half of the debut of High School Musical: Get in the Picture: At Least As An Extra In the Background Somewhere, But Nowhere Near Our Actual Precious Stars and while I realize that I kind of bashed Legally Blonde, it was infinitely better than High School Musical. This is surprising to me because I sort of love High School Musical (the movies) in that I'm still obsessed with teen programming even though I'm in my mid-30's [Ed's note: Early thirties! -- LG], but really didn't care much when I saw Legally Blonde on Broadway.

Now, don't get me wrong -- Joss Whedon has a way with words. Every other word out of his characters' mouths has me rolling on the floor in hysterics. But his true genius -- the talent of his that really, truly caves in my skull, as if with a large rock -- is his ability to deliver the funny dialogue right up to the point where he decides that you are no longer allowed to laugh. That's when he sticks the knife in you, or throws you the curveball, or drives your tour bus off a cliff, whichever "shock and awe" metaphor floats your metaphorical watercraft.

By no means would I say I'm a Joss Whedon freak. Or at least I wasn't. Until now. Up to the advent of Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, I was one of the uninitiated. Now though. Now. Joss for President. His genius casting (could Neil Patrick Harris be any awesomer? I can't even contemplate), frankly surprising knack for musical composition, penchant for creating characters like the still-faceless Bad Horse, Thoroughbred of Sin and penning lines like the aforementioned "The hammer is my penis" (it's all in the delivery, trust me)... I'm a convert. I'm a butt-crazy, beatific member of the cult of Joss. The second installment of the three-part series -- which is already generating talk of a Broadway and a film adaptation -- is so disarmingly weird and hilarious, I might actually have to change my Feelings About Musicals status from Aggressively Indifferent to Subjectively Stoked. Mr. Whedon, I salute you.

It's finally here! The first installment of Joss Whedon's online action musical, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, debuted last night, and oh, it was glorious! We couldn't get the official website to load over here, but fortunately it's also available (for the standard $1.99) on iTunes, so don't get discouraged if you can't watch it online.

The first act is indeed a lot of fun and it made me laugh out loud several times, but I do have one teensy complaint: despite the title, it is not a sing-along in the traditional sense. There are no lyrics on the screen with a bouncing dot, which, right or wrong is what I expected. But perhaps I'm too literal. Anyway, back to the fun stuff!

Proof positive that the porn 'stache has reached critical mass and that the soft-rock renaissance is just getting started: according to Billboard, a cartoon starring John Oates (of Hall & Oates, duh) and his magical mustache is being shopped around to various networks. If all goes according to plan, J-Stache will focus on a buttoned up, family -oriented Oates whose infamous mustache is trying to lure him back into the rock & roll lifestyle.

First, Jay-Z sampled the musical Annie in "Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)." Then, Danger Mouse mixed Jay-Z's Black Album and the Beatles' White Album to make The Grey Album. Now, in the latest bit of what I like to call "stunt-sampling" (although there may actually be a word for it that I am not cool enough to know), a new, free rap album is available for download that samples music and quotes from Seinfeld. No, it's not Judgement day, although if you want to start praying, go right ahead. It certainly couldn't hurt.

MTV's attempt to return to the video-showing glory days of its youth, FNMTV, premieres tonight, and you're expected to be excited. The Pete Wentz-hosted show is supposedly focusing on Brand! New! Music! You've! Never! Even! Heard!, but that's, of course, a lie. Confirmed acts for this summer? Panic At the Disco, Snoop Dogg, The Pussycat Dolls, Flo Rida, The Ting Tings, Lil' Wayne, Duffy, Boys Like Girls, and Vampire Weekend. Basically, if you were ever going to care about those artists, you already do. You've either flipped on a Clear Channel station once or twice, been to an Urban Outfitters, seen commercials because your stupid roommate won't go halvsies on DVR, googled the term "4 minute dick joke" for giggles and stumbled upon Flo Rida accidentally, had ears or used the internet in the past 12 months. Regardless, none of those artists or their songs are new to you if you have even a vague awareness of music, and neither are any of the videos Pete Wentz and Viacom will be trying to shove down your throat tonight. Salut!