In Mike White's new half-hour indie movie-esque Enlightened, Laura Dern stars as Amy Jellicoe, a former corporate woman who has a traumatic breakdown at work, and is now trying to piece her life together after a stint in rehab. The premise had me intrigued and gave me hopes that this struggling lady could fill the void left by the cancellation of United States of Tara. But after being disappointed by the pilot and trying again with the next two episodes, I'm closing the book on this one and moving on to more calming places myself. I think Zen-seeking Amy would want that for me. Or maybe she'd flip me off. Frankly, I don't really care.

The MTV Movie Awards were a horror show of blatant corporate shills, awkward new stars shying away from the spotlight and sad, fading ones desperately grasping for it (J.Lo and Xtina -- you poor girls), but brush all that human tragedy aside and you get the real prize: the first ten minutes of Jersey Shore Season 2! Now, please, stop pretending you hate Jersey Shore. No one believes you. With that said, let's review the cast's finest quotes and hope they didn't blow all the good stuff on the preview.

Widely known fact: "The College Years" is essentially the kiss of death for any teen dramedy. One character heads off to some prestigious university (cough Jessie Spano cough) and relinquishes her rights on hot male lead to a less interesting substitute (cough Alex Taber cough) and it all goes downhill from there.

Widely held opinion: A Web series is not a real show, for if it were worth watching, it would be on television. Case in point: Rockville, CA. (Josh Schwartz, I expect better of you.)

And so, out of these two sad, disrespected genres comes Dorm Life, a lesser-known gem from the good folks over at AttentionSpan.TV.

I couldn't actually bring myself to watch the People's Choice Awards last night. There is only so much Adam Sandler a girl can take and the incessant commercials for Bedtime Stories have more than fulfilled my quota for the year. Any award show that even has Worst Week in the running for Best New Comedy is no good in my book. I don't care if there weren't that many to choose from this year. Gary Unmarried won, if you care... which I don't. Besides, I was too busy distracting myself with the horror show that was 13: Fear Is Real, which in retrospect was probably worse than sitting through a few minutes of Adam Sandler schtick.

I have to admit that I wasn't so jazzed for the new batch of webisodes for Battlestar Galactica. Usually I have a hard time getting engaged in this show, when it is dispensed in three minute segments. However, I do adore Grace Park, so I gave it a whirl, and so far, so good. The first installment of "The Face of the Enemy" went up today. (You can watch it here.) Nine days after the finale when we saw the destroyed planet Earth, Gaeta's in a raptor, covered in blood, and we're given a little bit of a preview of what's to come in the rest of the nine parts of this webisode series. Needles, knives, chaos. Looks good.

Neil Patrick Harris singing about anything is pretty much all it takes to make me happy (see my summer ramblings about Dr. Horrible). We don't lovingly refer to NPH as our patron saint around the office for nothing. He does magic, he can sing, he's Barney, he used to play a doctor on TV. Just all around awesome. So of course I was going to love the latest offering from Funny or Die. They had the amazing Marc Shaiman (he wrote all of those infectiously addictive songs for Hairspray) cook up a special musical number about the Prop 8 controversy. It's a joyful and silly star-studded affair and has succeeded in finally getting me out of my funk.

As I slowly emerge from my-post Thanksgiving day coma and start poking around to see what wonders the interwebs has come up with while I've been off spending time with my family, I discover a Turkey Day treat that I somehow overlooked. So enjoy this little 30 Rock leftover morsel. It's a webisode of how Kenneth the Page spent his holiday reflecting on how two very differently dressed groups of people coming together all those years ago inspired him to put aside his on-going prank feud with Dougie from props. There's even a little bit of gymnastics humor thrown in, though it should be noted that he does take St. Brett Favre's name in vain, which may offend some people's religious sensibilities, depending on which sort of god you worship.

So after watching the trailer for the last half of the (final) season of Battlestar Galactica, I'm starting an official countdown to the January 16 premiere. That's 51 more days of not-so patiently waiting. It looks really good. I know these jump cuts with snippets of dialogue make it a bit hard to tell what the hell is going on, but when Saul whispers "There must be some kind of way out of here" and they start playing the Watchtower/Cylon theme, I got giddy goosebumps.

There're more Office webisodes available... to keep you busy at work. It's a short series of four two-minute segments (they sent us a preview copy so I already watched all of it...) doled out every Thursday. Basically, Oscar has a screaming cell-phone conversation and gets all angry at someone. The rest of the gang (aside from Michael, Jim, Pam, Dwight and Ryan) get all excited and try and figure out what caused the irate outburst. Is Oscar having man troubles? There's a betting pool going on about it.