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."

I don't know what the hell is going on over at Grey's Anatomy lately (and I'm not just talking about the disaster that is unfolding on screen). My pal Ausiello at EW says T.R. Knight quit. That always reliable source Us Magazine says that he's not going anywhere. I'm leaning towards believing Ausiello, but I'm totally biased. Frankly, all I can hope is that the formerly adorable and now useless George gets the hell out of dodge and takes his little dog too (and by little dog I mean that whiny bitch Katherine Heigl... in case that wasn't clear enough).

EW published a little list of those they deem to be the smartest folks in the TV biz today, and normally I wouldn't be talking about one of their features here but the internet kind of exploded over it for some reason, so I thought maybe we should discuss it. Also because there is some seriously retarded crap on it:

Remember a long time ago when Grey's Anatomy was just a simple show about young doctors in love/lust and hot people doing surgery and getting it on in various places in the hospital? When the hell did it turn into this mess? I mean I know that there's "something" going on with Izzie, and lord knows I've been known to talk to myself on various occasions, which does garner looks from people. But an entire relationship with her dead and imaginary fiance? In which she has lots and lots of sex, in the on-call room and at home, to the point where she can't even do her job? What the freakin' hell? Don't get me wrong, I love Jeffrey Dean Morgan, but when he was sitting next to her on the couch in the middle of the hospital during a meeting I actually started yelling at the TV. Do the other interns just leave a space for Izzie's imaginary friend? Or just leave a wide berth around her because she's a nutjob. I mean, she's so lucky that she even has this job after the whole LVAD debacle, she should really be more focused on her career and earning solo surgeries and not on having mind-blowing solo sex.

This is me trying to be courteous to those who have yet to see last night's Amazing Race installment, in which two teams that deserve to be in next week's finale and one team that is literally the definition of borderline special needs were sent to said finale, while the most adorable, odds-defying, most vertically-coifed team of them all was sent packing. Ugh. This is the worst.

OK. I've finally stopped weeping and think I can handle writing this post. After lots of speculation, and a whole freakin' heap of denial on my part, ABC officially decided not to pick up Pushing Daisies. To be fair, two other sophomore series, Dirty Sexy Money and Eli Stone, also got axed by the alphabet network. They refuse to actually say cancelled, which just ticks me off more. Why give people the false hope (no matter how minuscule that may be) that there's a chance they could change their minds. It's just mean. Maybe they just want people to send them free pies.

Hey, Heroes viewers! Tim Kring has thought long and hard about you loyal ladies and gents and has decided that all of you fall into one of two groups: either you're a superior sumbitch, or you're an [expletives] sap. Fun! Either way, it's everybody else's fault but his own that Heroes has crap ratings these days. Read the quote below to decipher which one you are. It's like a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book! Oh, Tim Kring, how do you come up with all these hip nerd references all the time? And without even ever having lifted a comic book in your life, you say?! You're a national treasure.

You know how every news outlet in the Western Hemisphere reported that Lipstick Jungle had been canceled last week? Well, according to Brooke Shields that was all a lie! She told NY Mag yesterday that "it's erroneously presented that we've been canceled, thank God." And went on to add, "Our bosses are saying, 'You're not canceled, don't worry.'" Really, Brooke Shields? Because what we've heard is that the writers have cleaned out their offices, and that you've been, you know, shitcanned. Looks like somebody went to the Denise Richards School of Cancellation Denial, where if you say your show is picked up to the press enough times, it will magically become true, despite insurmountable cause and reason to cancel it. But hey, if it keeps Kim Raver away from 24, I say we renew this thing for the next 10 years, NBC!

OK! Magazine is boldly proclaiming that "a source close to" Paula Abdul told them she's looking to leave American Idol in order to pursue other projects. Yes, because the woman who was fired from the Bratz dolls movie and who couldn't even carry a Bravo reality show better than a bunch of Orange Country trophy twits can really only go up from the biggest show on television, can't she? Especially when she's not even expected to show up to work remotely sober, or to speak coherent English when on camera.

The truth: the only way Paula Abdul is ever leaving American Idol is if she's dragged out, kicking and screaming. Too harsh? Don't worry, she's way too high to read this.

What has country music come to? All the ladies last night had criminally normal hair! Hell, even Kid Rock's backup dancers looked like they'd managed to avoid draining six bottles of Aquanet and/or a visit to Dolly's wigmaker when putting together their look. We watch these things for giant hair, Nashville! Get your sides out! And speaking of things that were missing from the country music industry spectacle, the following crowd-pleasers did not take the stage and I'm steamin' mad: Tim and Faith, Dolly Parton, Dierks Bentley, Gretchen Wilson, Little Big Town, and Toby Keith (OK, maybe I didn't miss Toby Keith, per se, but for being the BMOC of Nashville, he was glaringly absent). On the upside, there was no Jessica Simpson! Ahh, that one almost makes up for the lack of Tim and Faith. Except not at all, because they are amazing shining lights of hope and everlasting love that make Brangelina look like Speidi. Anyway.