Seriously, I thought there was no way Hurl! could be as disgusting as it seemed in its premise. I was proven wrong tonight. Very, very, very wrong. Even the little intro promos of a dog barfing are icky. Thankfully they somehow block people doing most of the actually vomiting (I'm insanely grateful for this fact) but that doesn't stop the sounds. The sounds are so much worse than I could have imagined.

Visitors to the Sol system's "City of Sin," Las Vegas, will have one less place to spend their hard-won gold-pressed latinum come this fall. The Star Trek Experience, a theme restaurant, museum and tourist attraction located in the Las Vegas Hilton dedicated to all things Star Trek, will close its doors on September 1, after 10 years of waiters in Klingon costumes. First the new Star Trek movie gets delayed, and now this? What kind of God would allow something like this to happen? Also, what does God need with a starship?

Are casting directors, showrunners and network executives purposely trying to conspire to force me to stop watching my favorite shows? Seriously, people. I'm OK with a little bit of stunt casting, but I've about had it up to here (gesturing approximately 12 inches above my head) with the starlets who find more fame on the pages of the tabloids than from doing any actual work, coming onto my favorite shows and mucking things up and then getting a lot of credit when the show gets a ratings boost.

Have you guys heard? The D-List is the new A-List. Just ask EMMY WINNER Kathy Griffin. Or better yet, ask the fools producing a new Fox reality show called Gimme My Reality Show! in which, um, reality-show D-listers (which in the real world makes them Q-Listers) compete to, um, star in a reality show. It's so meta my head just exploded. A few of the peeps on board thus far are Santino Rice, he of Project Runway Season Two fame and Traci Bingham of Baywatch, which is apparently a reality show (?) now. A panel of judges made up of reality show producers and reality show A-Listers (H-listers in actual fact) will judge contestants on their ability to like, throw a hissy fit and alienate their castmates, presumably. Clearly Santino would make for a killer reality show star. I mean CLEARLY. The man has more fierce bitchy queen shenanigoats stored in his pinky than Traci has in BOTH of her silicon boobs. And I can't imagine anyone else who could even come close to his diva-tude. OR CAN I?

With word that Fox has secured the rights to adapt the Canadian series Little Mosque on the Prairie for American audiences in an effort to, as executive producer Mary Darling puts it, "bridge cultures and bring peoples' guards down," we thought we'd suggest a few additional sitcom ideas that may bring us all a little closer together. Feel free to build shows around these free of charge, show biz mucky mucks!

You couldn't make this shit up if you tried: MTV has developed a new reality show called Exiled! that cherry-picks eight of the most obnoxious ass-faces from their series My Super Sweet Sixteen and sends them away to a variety of third world nations for a "reality check." Guess the girls on this show are too young to have embraced the concept of "slumming it" yet and/or have not yet discovered the rich-kid rite of passage that is the Peace Corps. Then again, the idea here is not to help communities in need, but to rehab a gaggle of bratty girls and break them of their silver spoon habits. You know, the important stuff! At least we can rest easy knowing the answer to that age-old question of what to get the girl who has everything. A case of dysentery! Based on the clip (courtesy of Jezebel's Slut Machine), the privileged tweens will trek to remote destinations like Thailand and Peru and contend with elephant poop, altitude sickness, mosquitos and live chicken slaughter while earning the (justified) loathing of their patient host-families. Is it just me or is this starting to sound like advertising copy for an eco-tourism pamphlet?

VH1 is producing a new show called, I Love Money. It will feature poor unfortunate fame grubbing souls from Flavor of Love, Rock of Love and I Love New York (that's a whole lotta love) competing for cash money. My first reaction to the news that there was going to be yet another spinoff from Flavor of Love was, 'Why, God? Why are you punishing us this way?' But considering that the contestants are not even pretending that their goal is to find a deep and true connection with one of the three ickiest people on the planet over the course of a few weeks, I'm almost OK with it. The famewhores (who have not yet been announced, even though the show has already been filmed) will go head-to-head in "reality show competitions" (whatever that may mean) for a chance to win some greenbacks. It will only be worth watching if we get a skanktastic show down between FoL's Pumkin and RoL's Heather. That could be a truly disgusting and irresistible trainwreck destined for YouTube.

Doesn't it seem like everything we've been hearing lately about the news business makes it seem really grim and depressing and makes you question the validity, accuracy, and straight-up newsworthiness of whatever stories actually do somehow trickle down to you? How budgets are being cut all over the place even as the sheer volume of coverage available just keeps going up? And how the internet keeps making inroads into what used to be the domain of real, trained journalists? Well, CNN just made things worse.

Look, I understand that the networks were getting desperate for programming. I get that they may have considered the successes of imports like Ugly Betty, The Office, and Survivor and thought that Canada was due an opportunity to make a cultural gift to America's strike-ravaged TV schedules. And I get that people will watch just about any damn thing when it's packaged into a reality show. But Rockstar Curling? Really? They think they might get Bruce Springsteen Or Jon Bon Jovi to host it? REALLY?! I mean, Richie Sambora, maybe. But even Clarence Clemmons wouldn't touch that shit. And I can (kind of) see something like this getting off the ground in Canada (proposed contestants: Gord Downie, Lee Aaron, and obviously Céline Dion), but do Americans even know what curling is? If they didn't get on board with bull riding, this shit is going to be an even tougher sell.