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Jake may have the horn for the new iPhone, but here’s what I get excited about (via SciFi Wire):

Diamond Age, based on Neal Stephenson’s best-selling novel The Diamond Age: Or a Young Lady’s Illustrated Primer, is a six-hour miniseries from Clooney and fellow executive producer Grant Heslov of Smokehouse Productions.

When a prominent member of society concludes that the futuristic civilization in which he lives is stifling creativity, he commissions an interactive book for his daughter that serves as a guide through a surreal alternate world. Stephenson will adapt his novel for the miniseries, the first time the Hugo and Nebula award winner has written for TV.

They need to work on their punctuation, but the info is good.  Granted, Diamond Age is my least-favorite Stephenson Novel (except the Big U, which doesn’t count because it was shit).  Still, a mini-series is perfect for any of Neal’s tomes.  Pissah.

YouTube actually has some stuff that doesn’t involve teens lighting shit on fire or poorly lip-synching pop shit.  I have found an example.  Do you like Scrubs?  Do you remember the Charlie Brown Christmas Special?  Well, then, here’s 10 minutes of joy for ye.

Check out Friday Night Lights. It’s pretty pissah, there’s football (American type) involved, and a hot little skank playing the lead female role.  Oh, yeah.

If you’re into Yummy Mummies, Boston homegirl Connie Britton is in it.  You may remember her as Jack Bauer’s girlfriend with the retahd son.

When have I e’er steered you wrong?

Battlestar Galactica (BSG for the cool kids) is the best show on television.  Bar none.  It is also the best science fiction show of all time.  ST:TNG was left behind long ago, and Firefly would give it a run if it weren’t cut off prematurely by the evil masters at Fox.

It continues to get better every episode.  For nancyboys who are still working on Season 2, the finale of that season is as if The Shield shot Mackey in the opening episode instead of that snitch.  My wife and I had a long discussion on how BSG could possibly be better.  I said a bit more budget would let them have more sets.  She said a 46-episode season would do the trick.  Whatevs.

For pussies who have yet to see this week’s episode, all I have to say is this: Baltar in a menage with two skinjobs was the least intriguing part of the episode.  Wrap your brain around that shit, son.

1. after eleven years, blind melon is back. new singer, new songs. check ‘em out here.

2. hiro-san meet papa-san.

3. goodbye listo fisher. wrko has killed their news department. listo has the best pipes in the biz, i’m sure he’ll be back on air soon. prolly not in beantown.

and a bonus…

prepare to watch nearly a full season of plonkster’s reigning wonky-eyed shpankenobjekt (ooo.. i made up some german !!) as VMars gets seven more episodes.

I hate reality television.  I watched the first two seasons of Real World, the first season of Survivor, and accidentally saw an America’s Next Top Model marathon when I was sick on the couch, with drugs coursing through my system.  That having been said, I friggin love The Amazing Race.

I guess that’s because Amazing Race is not reality television.  While most shows pick a bunch of wannabe actors who revel in drama, the Amazing Race keeps the drama to a minimum.  Sure, there is always a botoxed-up tranny-looking drama queen every season, but that is only a miniature part of the appeal.  It is, in all honesty, a ball-to-the-wall competition where the best team, usually, wins. That’s probably why it keeps winning awards.  Emmys, or Oscars, or Golden Globes or something.  I’m too lazy and hot right now to check.

I’ve added a category to Plonkster called “Queens of da Wonk�. Basically, it’s an excuse to post about wonky eyed stunnah Kristen Bell. If anyone can come up with another one, I’m glad to hear it. Here’s Kristen’s confession of wonkitude (from Maxim ‘06):

After yourself, who’s the greatest TV P.I. ever? Columbo, hands down, because he had a lazy eye, and I have a lazy eye, the right one. On set we call it the Wonky. Sometimes if the camera is too close, the director of photography will come over and say we need to go again, the Wonky wasn’t paying attention. I’ve been embarrassed by it, but in the last couple years I’ve grown to love it. My mom has it, too, but she had surgery to correct it because hers was really bad. Mine’s not a really lazy eye. It’s more unmotivated.

Here are hi-res unwonky pics of the unsexy VMars. Don’t look. It’s not worth the chemical free erection. Really.

If you email in your own hot wonk, I’ll definitely give you credit. If anyone emails in to say Paris Hilton I will ban your IP. For Real.

So it turns out that Doogie Howser, er, Neil Patrick Harris is, indeed, a poofter:

“(I) am quite proud to say that I am a very content gay man living my life to the fullest,� Harris tells People magazine’s Web site.

The 33-year-old actor said he was motivated to disclose his sexuality because of recent “speculation and interest in my private life and relationships.�

That’s great. After George from Grey’s Anatomy came out, I thought it would scare Doogie and John Travolta into staying in the closet. One down, one to go!