Thanks to this video, together we can make it to the end of … Friday! Back Monday with, you know, actual content. Meanwhile, have a great weekend, bright eyes!

Specifically, yesterday’s song Demo Disaster du jour.

Really, Kara DioGuardi? Really?

You’re not exactly Springsteen, but anyone who could pen “Ain’t No Other Man” could at least come up with something NOT worse than “Inside Your Heaven.” Or so you’d think.

Mainly, though, we need to discuss the title of this year’s Idol Single ™. “No Boundaries.” I do not think that means what you think it means. Someone with “no boundaries” is not someone with no limits on what he/she can achieve. Someone with no boundaries is someone who overshares on a first date. Someone made of TMI. Someone who says “I know we’ve just met, but could you drive me to the airport?” or, “So how often do you and your wife have sex?” or “Oh, crap. Can I borrow your underwear?” — standing, all the while, just a little too close. So for Idol coronation anthems that double as love songs, we’ll take “A Moment Like This,” and leave it at that.

You know your “porn name,” but what about your first album? BuzzFeed offers this amazingly effective recipe using the power of the internet:

1. Band name = Random article from Wiki
2. Album title =  Last 4 or 5 words from The Quotation Page’s random quotes
3. Album cover = Whatever the third picture is on Flickr’s “explore the last 7 days” page

Here’s what I came up with:

Finally: Episode 1 of Joss Whedon’s (second) long-awaited supervillain musical is live today…and available for one week only! Run, don’t walk! While singing, of course.

Fear not, Xbox widows (and widowers) everywhere! There is now proof that your next video game experience could not onlybe fun, but could also save your relationship. Rachel Shukert’s hilarious new article on Salon.com (it’s Premium, so you’ll need a subscription or day pass; of course, I’ll summarize here too) tells the story of a frustrated wife and her video game-addicted husband in a marriage. He spends his time shooting things in a video fantasy world; she fears the man she married has become one of the very aliens he’s always trying to blow up. (“…[N]oise-canceling headphones,” Shukert writes. “You could lock Rush Limbaugh, Phyllis Schlafly and Mullah Omar in a room together with a stack of Hustlers and 10 ounces of meth, and they couldn’t come up with anything more misogynist.”)

The solution? (more…)

BG loves David Archuleta, but she LURRRVVES David Cook! Yeehaw!