I should really write these things in the morning after my large coffee when I'm all amped up. Today was crazy and now I'm wiped. The good news is that Punk'd is back. The world is once again a fine place.

Actually, I could care less about Punk'd! What everyone should really be watching is Chapelle's show. I hope Comedy Central ponies up and keeps it around. I would hate for a network with endless financial resources to snap it up and restrict it. His show needs a cable format. It's on Wednesdays at 10:30 after Southpark and before the Jon Stewart show. If I weren't such a huge fan of Everwood and the O.C., I would call that the finest 90 minutes in television.

I just want to take a minute to give a what up! to Meghan and Michelle, both going through their own personal versions of hell. Don't feel too bad for Meghan, though. She lives in L.A. It's always sunny and warm there and it's hard to feel bad for people with perennial REAL tans! I'm kidding.

Meghan was a victim of the poor shape the recording industry is in and Michelle was the victim of a man who, though he had the perfect appendage, apparently believed its perfection required that he think with it, too. In short, he has and is a big, fat d---!

These b*tches are crazy cats, though. They'll land on their feet and hit the ground running!