You may have seen an article in this weekend's Times Sunday Styles section concerning frustrated office workers yearning for pinprick shafts of fame who achieve those tiny morsels of celebrity by offering tiny nuggets of wit on popular weblogs. That's right: The age of the commenter has arrived! Using a tortured analogy to Elton John's "Rocket Man," the article, absolutely dripping with derision, examines the psychology of why someone might extend so much effort for such a meager payoff: They're too lame to start their own blogs!

There's the fact that it's an old joke. That it's mostly humorous because Congdon is usually incapable of humor. That I laughed because she is defying her image as a vacuous, uninteresting shill attempting to make her way in the world of "legitimate journalism." That lightning doesn't strike twice. On second thought, who knows what the future will hold for Amanda Congdon? All I know is that if it looks anything like this, I'm wishing the videoblogger all the luck in the world.

While you were out filling your body with the kind of mood-altering chemicals that could lead to a tragic drivers license suspension of your own on Friday night, David Letterman was luring recently rehabilitated probation-violator Paris Hilton into a Late Show ambush, promising Hilton a chance to promote her latest brand-extension efforts (another perfume and a straight-to-video acting credit—oh yeah, and some, like, charity thing or whatever) to a national audience of eager consumers.

On Friday, socialite ex-con Paris Hilton sat down with David Letterman on "The Late Show." Paris wanted to promote her clothing line, her movie, and her perfume, but there was only one thing Letterman was interested in discussing: her life behind bars. As far as PR rehabilitations go, this was not at all like the smooth move that publicist Dan Klores pulled off when he set up Paris to go on "Saturday Night Live" to defuse the news of her sex tape.

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Tuesday found our Alex Goldberg in "some Williamsburg warehouse" for aggressively-abbreviating arts organization LVHRD's Master-Disaster DNCHRD III: VNYL DJ competition. Alex was taken by the moves of this particularly mobile hipster.

· "So tell me slowly, Heather Graham, about how much touching is involved in giving you a Tantric orgasm?"
· Universal Stage One Salon is getting the boot.
· TSG presents When the Terminator Met Uncle Miltie.
· $47,000 gets a kid an extra gig on the new Will Ferrell movie.

On last night's episode of Kid Nation, the pint-sized utopia-builders of CBS Bonanza City learned the sobering lesson that among the dozens of off-camera adults retained by the network so that their bold social experiment didn't quickly devolve into a prepubescent Jonestown (watch out for that Michael kid—the way that he can make the entire Nation applaud his every utterance is disquieting), not a single one was there to slaughter their chickens for them, requiring that at least one grade-schooler was going to get a crash course in the art of poultry butchering.

Reluctant martyr for all bullied gay TV doctors T.R. Knight returned to The Ellen DeGeneres Show today, eight months after sitting in the very same seat to jumpstart his Evil Gay Mastermind plot to undo his McThreateningy co-star, Isaiah Washington. In that time, T.R. appears to have relaxed a great deal, having had some time to acclimate to his new out status and fully savor the bottomless pit of emptiness that accompanies entering the L.A. gay dating pool.

Last night on the CW's "Gossip Girl," the most important and salient show ever made for television, our protagonist Serena and her Brooklyn lover Dan enjoyed a charity brunch at Gilt. But Dan finds out that Serena might not be a virgin. And then...drama ensued! Not that we ever would criticize the show, which is a picture-perfect snapshot of the life experience of the young people of New York, but a little of Billy Joel's Uptown Girl faded into Left Banke's Walk Away, Renee couldn't have hurt.

We didn't watch the premier of ABC's "Dirty Sexy Money" last night, but our videoguy Nick did, and he thought it was awful. So we were like, Okay, Nick, why don't you show us the absolute worst part, something that demonstrates why you think this show is so irredeemably bad. So he did. You know what? He makes the case.

Here's "Today Show" new anchor Ann Curry receiving lessons on how to get jiggy with it. That's sure to wow them in Darfur!

The brash Mark Cuban, who sold his Internet-video company Broadcast.com to Yahoo at the peak of the '90s bubble, has found old-media fame on ABC's "Dancing with the Stars." His star turn — which, of course, he promoted on his blog — was both charming and cheesy. Okay, he hardly pushed himself on the dance floor, but he looked suave in brown coattails, grinned the whole time, and exhibited a cunning use of jazz hands. Despite our misgivings, Cuban won our vote.

· Just in case you need to see video of a relatively intact George Clooney working his red carpet magic to know he's really going to be OK, here you go.
· Say what you will about Britney Spears, but she did learn to put on shoes when using public restrooms. That's measurable progress, even if the leap forward came because of a session with a court-ordered bathroom-hygiene coach.
· And while we're talking about her, Sarah Silverman shrugs off her "adorable mistakes" joke from the VMAs.
· Sometimes we really worry about the folks at TMZ. We hope they run footage of the staff meeting pitch that resulted in that post on tonight's show: "OK, remember Baby Spice? Well, she's selling pasta sauce. What do you say we Photoshop up something where it looks like Chef Boyardee took a dump on her head?"
· And finally: Tiny couch lizard.

Even on YouTube, Internet entrepreneur Jason Calacanis dogs the every step of Nick Denton, the owner of this blog. A promotional video for a new book from Gawker, a sister site to Valleywag, lists an interview with Calacanis as one of its related links.