… yeah, sorry, that just doesn’t say I love you at all.

(And yet it is still teh awesome.)

Via DJDistracted.

Via Colin/Whedonesque: GREAT casting move: Dichen joins Captain Jack (at least in the premiere of)… TorchDollWood!

Be still both my hearts!

Aside, from Chris: “I had read that Enver Gjokaj was going to be on this, but I guess it was just a rumor. He now has his own pilot for USA where he plays a con-man working at his brother’s hotel as a concierge servicing rich clients. Sounds like the perfect computer-generated mix of White Collar and Royal Pains.”

Wow. C-Span hasn’t been this hard to watch/look away from since, well, you know. In case you missed it, via TPM Livewire:

Rick Springfield, sigh, was my second love. And now he’s written his first memoir, with nary a mention of me. This, I venture gingerly to say, is perhaps not a bad thing. Perhaps, much like a General Hospital subplot, we — the female eighth-graders of the world — collectively faked blindness to be with him? Then again, we don’t read celebrity memoirs for the articles, as it were, and yes, this one includes some very handsome photographs. Plus, as BG blogger Amy notes, “I sorta love him for a VH1 thing I saw, like 10 years ago, where these girls had a little dance they did JUST IN CASE they ever met Rick Springfield and he had them doing on stage with them as adult ladies. Come on, how can a guy like that be all bad?” He can’t. Let’s just put it this way: I wanna tell him I could ghost-write, but the point is prob’ly moot.

Anyway! Giveaway! I’ve got a copy of Late, Late at Night right here, with your name on it, unless your name is Jesse, courtesy of Simon & Schuster. And we’re gonna make this wicked easy for you. It’ll go to the first person who e-mails me with:

1) the best-ever quote from, title of, or sheer existence of a celebrity memoir

2) the best-ever brief anecdote about the death-by-disillusionment of a celebrity crush

3) a photograph of her or himself, preferably from the actual 1980s, that constitutes a homage to Rick Springfield

or

4) wild card: any other Rick Springfield-related awesomeness.

Beat you to this one, though. Same room: Springfield and Duchovny. BG’s head: explodes.

UPDATE: Reader Deb M., though too late for the contest, responded with an entire series of killer pics of her and Rick. Honorable mention!

I KNOW YOU’VE SEEN THIS. But while it was going viral, BG was staring at her supercomputer hitting refresh every 15 minutes to vote for David Tennant. And we didn’t want this not to go down on our permanent record. So.

So much better than censored Katy Perry.

Check out this whole-series Buffy trailer, which made me wishsohard I had the entire thing to watch over again, for the first time. For those of you non-Buffcore fans following along at home, yes, the series ended in 2003. And yes, people are still making these trailers. Still. Shouldn’t they (um) get over it and move on? (They even had the chance to rebound with Angel! And then Cordelia was even on Veronica Mars, which was like Buffy without the undead!)

Eh, I don’t think so. Because — as our tipster said — “the fact that fans are still working this turf really speaks to the power of a beloved story and the ability of media to create a sense of family.” Might seem weird, yes, but it’s undeniable and therefore important. Related: Show of hands — how many of you have, as a beginning-of-relationship rite of passage (through probably not pass/fail like the football trivia quiz in Diner), re-watched all of Buffy just so your new loved one could, you know, “understand”?

“Spoilers!” as River Song would say …

This weekend’s finale of Doctor Who ended in sublime fashion as Rory made one of the most romantic gestures ever on television and “the girl who waited” found her “boy who waited” — perfectly capping a season that began with an overt fairytale tone. Time for a TRIBUTE VIDEO!!!1!!1

As a child watching Tom Baker as the Doctor, I never imagined this show would be cool enough to warrant tribute videos. Of course in 1979 I couldn’t even conceive of the internet, so…

15 pounds = reason #23058 to adore Christina Hendricks:

“I guess my mom raised me right. She was very celebratory of her body. I never heard her once say, ‘I feel fat.’ Back when I was modeling, the first time I went to Italy I was having cappuccinos every day, and I gained 15 pounds. And I felt gorgeous! I would take my clothes off in front of the mirror and be like, Oh, I look like a woman. And I felt beautiful, and I never tried to lose it, ‘cause I loved it.”

From the July/August issue of Health. Via TheFrisky/HuffPo.

Nikki Blonsky to IHeartDaily:

IHD: How have you stayed motivated to make it as an actress when Hollywood is full of size two stars?
NB: People have told me, “If you want to get a job you need to lose weight,” and I said, “Okay, really, then you’re not the person to be around me because I am who I am and I am this way for a reason.” If I wake up tomorrow morning and feel like losing five pounds, then maybe I will. If I don’t, I won’t. I just live life on my standards, on what I believe in… and I feel great about my body. I’m very secure in it. I have no problem doing anything, going to the beach, going to the pool. It’s my body, it’s mine.

IHD: Do you think Huge is going to inspire plus-size women to be confident in their skin?
NB: Absolutely, because my character, I know for sure does not conform to losing weight. She will not conform to trying to look pretty like all of the other girls. She is herself and that’s why I love her and that’s why I feel so blessed to be playing her.

“No other journalist brings the seriously hot, vaguely bi-curious baby-making energy strategy talk like Brian Williams.”