Pu Pu Platter

I mean, I bitched all summer about having nothing to watch. It was seriously the dregs. A re-run of Oprah picked up by my DVR was actually described as follows: "Dr. Mehmet Oz answers viewers' questions about bike seats, hot tubs and tight pants.".

Obviously, times have been tough, so I was pretty psyched that all the new programming was finally hitting the airwaves.

But, being the über busy gal I am, I had to have kind of a quickie cram session to catch last week's new stuff. It went something like this:

As painful as it was, I forced myself to zip through the premiere of The View co-hosted by Kate Gosselin. That is, until Kate said to Victoria Beckham something like "Oh, your marriage made it to ten years, unlike mine.". Um, yeah, you guys are the same.

DVR - Delete.

Then, it was onto Oprah's interview with Whitney, who now inexplicably is starting to sound like Marge Simpson. Stuck with that until the "Bobby Brown spit in my face" portion.

Delete.

Not really a Jay Leno person (go Team Dave!) but I had to at least watch the premiere in the interest of journalistic integrity. Ok, fine, he lucked out with Kanye West and even got him to cry. And Jerry Seinfeld would be hilarious reading the phone book. But basically, this is just the same show, earlier time...no thanks.

Delete.

So when I realized Sunday night contained the Emmy's, Mad Men AND Curb Your Enthusiasm, well, it became another DVR feeding frenzy.

**Spoilers**

But then all of my Emmy faves kept losing. Bupkis for Tina Fey? Or Julia Louis Dreyfus? Or Tracey Morgan? Or Neil Patrick Harris? Or Jack McBrayer? Or Elisabeth Moss? Or Jon Hamm? Really?

Delete.

I'm a Little Bit Country

We can all use a little levity today after yesterday's tragic news about Heath Ledger.

It's a reality-tv-maker's market these days, now that most of the scripted programs have gone bye bye for a good long while. I just happened to stumble upon Carnie Wilson on the Today Show this morning, stumping on behalf of her new show on CMT, Gone Country. If you didn't already know, CMT stands for Country Music Television.

Now, assuming you can actually FIND CMT (it was channel 140 on my NYC Timewarner lineup), this might be worth checking out. It's got kind of a Surreal Life meets American Idol feel to it. The premise is that a bunch of "established musicians" live in a house together, go through some challenges, and the winner gets an opportunity to possibly record and release a country song.

All I know is Carnie Wilson had to room with Bobby Brown.

I'm a little dubious after viewing the clip below because it's a little bit of a snoozer, but I might check it out anyway, if only to see what shenanigans Bobby Brown is involved in (if you are receiving this via email you may need to go to my site directly to view). I mean, the show DOES also include a Brady.



By the way, what's with all the ATV riding on reality shows all of a sudden? Last week, this was also part of a date on Rock of Love 2.

This leads me to think I should be handing out some PR distinctions of the week:

PR coup of the week: makers of ATV's
PR disaster of the week: makers of Ambien