At first glance, the idea of MTV adapting Teen Wolf into a dramatic television series looks like a pretty dumb idea. First of all, they've got an audience of 12-year-olds who have never heard of the movie, so there goes your built-in nostalgia support. And then there's the issue that remakes are often terrible and unnecessary, and of all people to do justice to a campy '80s classic, MTV is hardly the paragon of quality and creativity to be tackling such a mission. All true things. But I kinda think it's a good idea, despite all of that.

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.

Michael Crichton passed away yesterday (read our full obit in Moviefile) and while the well-rounded Crichton was better known for his work in books and the film world, he also made an impact on the TV world by creating the long-running series ER.

While it has probably been at least nine years since I've watched TRL (or Total Request Live as it was called back in my day), I still feel a brief moment of sadness for the show that's going off the air (for now at least) after ten years. I blame Pete Wentz and that oddity that is FNMTV for its demise. If you can see the pretty people on that show talking to the inexplicably popular Wentz, why would you want to watch some random VJ talk to celebs? Especially when the videos on TRL have been pretty much cut down to nothing. They are demoted to a small corner of the screen, with lots of text-message commentary taking up the rest. I don't care if CuteJulia145 down in South Carolina thinks that Katy Perry is, like, the most talented artist ever, and how she'd totally kiss her if she had the chance. I'd actually like to see the video. I guess I'm just old-fashioned that way.

Given its blatant catering to the youth of America, I was always stunned by the WB's use of Michigan J. Frog as their mascot. The (then) 40-year-old cartoon character was most famous for belting out old-timey music like "Hello My Baby" and "The Michigan Rag," and was not at all as well-known as the rest of the Looney Tunes stable... and probably the only one not already licensed out to a T-shirt company, which is likely why Warner Bros. chose him. Of course, since the network's demise in 2005, no one has seen hide nor hair of him, so I'm curious if he'll make a comeback now that The WB has resurfaced as a website, The WB.com, where you can watch all of your favorite WB (and Warner-produced) shows. Somehow I doubt it.

Awww. The 16 tiny tots who played Aaron on Lost last season got together for a little reunion/picnic. I initially thought this was adorable, but then I got to thinking about what probably really went down: The now-unemployed toddlers sat around in the hot Hawaiian sun in black t-shirts that all said "baby Aaron," lamenting the fact that they now are too fat and old for their short-lived careers on TV. I'm sure the parents sat around contemplating other ways to pimp out their pre-verbal children without moving off the island. (Apparently one lucky lightweight baby was able to earn a return appearance in season five.) And I'm sitting here wondering: if you are on a TV show before you really know what is happening to you, can you still be considered a child star? Will Baby Aaron #5 be destined for a breakdown, blaming her parents for the fact that she's having a gender crisis because she was forced to play a boy when she was an infant? One can only hope. Anyway, if you live in the Honolulu area, first of all I kind of hate you right now as I sit here in overcast New York, and secondly if you happen to have a blonde-haired, blue eyed kid who you'd like to see get eaten by a smoke monster, they are now accepting applications.

Proof that God does, in fact, exist: Bill Cosby is auctioning off a sartorially superior collection of his FANTASTIQUE Cosby Show sweaters! I am crying tears of joy. You know how those smug Sex and the City writers are always professing that the city of New York was the show's fifth character and blah blah blah? Bill's sweaters far preceded that whole anthropomorphizing television phenomenon by about a fucking decade. Screw Rudy Huxtable, those sweaters were clearly the stars of that show. Anyway. Proceeds from the sale of three choice jumpers will benefit the Ennis William Cosby Foundation, a charity Bill founded in 1997 after his son Ennis was murdered. So the plan is, you guys pool your resources. My birthday is June 27th. OK? The bidding gets underway June 2nd and starts at $5000, which is really a small price to pay for my eternal happiness, don't you think?

For anyone who didn't watch last night's episode of The Colbert Report (it'll be rerun once more tonight), I wanted to post this clip. Holy shit, Jon Stewart was a baby! And nothing ages a clip like stone-washed jeans and plaid flannel. However, Colbert is right -- Conan hasn't aged in fifteen years. It's a little creepy!