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As Meredith Vieira approaches her first anniversary as co-host of "The Today Show," let's take a look back—way, way back!—to the beginning of her journalism career, courtesy of E!'s "True Hollywood Story" about Vieira 's former show, "The View."

Not afraid to get topical in its efforts to document the alcohol-enhanced wit and wisdom of Hollywood clubgoers as they wobbily emerge from our city's finest, most exclusive drinking establishments, TMZ TV discovered that while a long night of boozing may inhibit a person's ability to recall the exact date of the tragic 9-11 tourist attacks of the Iraq that took place between two and five years ago, it seems to have no ill effect on one's capacity for listing the names of Angelina Jolie's children. We've never been prouder to call Los Angeles our home.

Last night our new favorite TV show "TMZ" sent a correspondent to the hotspots of L.A. to see how well Angeleno clubgoers remembered the terrible events of September 11. The results will not surprise you in the least, unless you think Angeleno clubgoers are some sort of species of meth-snorting Einsteins.

On last night's Late Show, David Letterman invited shouty self-help personality Dr. Phil to speak truth to celebutard power in the wake of the latest Britney Spears meltdown, hoping that the unvarnished words of Oprah's Favorite Tough-Love-Providing Thing might help Spears and her panty-eschewing peers get their collective acts together. Unsurprisingly, Dr. Phil will countenance no talk about alcohol or drugs' role as the moral lubricant in desperate starlets' decisions to share their virtue with the public; these coddled fame-whores, argues the good fake-doctor, know exactly how much vagina they're going to flash before a single cocktail is poured or rail is blown.

First there were innapropriate yoga guys. Then there was naked yoga. Now, for all you who find Jivamukti too heathen, there's Christoga, which is like yoga plus Jesus. Basically, she's just renamed every yoga pose with something from the Bible. Hey, somebody got their phlegm in my peanut butter!

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Our final look at "TMZ's" new television component explains exactly why the show works so well: It's all about the story mix. Every entertainment program does stories about celebrity escapades, but TMZ can also step away from the velvet rope to bring you this hard-hitting expose of drunk girls slurring their words, flashing their bodies, and puking on sidewalks. This thing is gonna be on forever.

Last night's episode of "Douche Hatchery" was the most exciting one so far! Mystery instructed his charges in the ways of pick up artistry as usual, but conflict ensued - conflict that almost tore the fragile band of contestants apart. In this clip, Mystery provides a - okay, look, we're going to be honest with you here: The stupid TiVo machine didn't tape "The Pick Up Artist" last night. AGAIN. So we had to improvise. Still, we guarantee you, this is pretty much what happened.

We're a little closer to understanding why "TMZ" the TV show works so well. (Or: "so well.") Take this item about an intoxicated Vida Guerra. We had never heard of Guerra before, but the correspondent identifies her as a "booty queen and FHM model" (context), informs us that she was happy to turn over her car keys to a less inebriated friend (social value), informs us of a previous automotive challenge she's faced (history), and does a tight pan on Guerra's tits (tits). This show gives you everything you need!

Okay, there. We've posted it. It's clearly the video of the day. So now will you stop emailing and IMing us about it? Thanks!

Our efforts to understand the surprising aesthetic success of "TMZ" on television continue apace. The Daily News' David Bianculli notes that the show "is all attitude, all the time, from Harvey Levin's hyperkinetic staff meetings—some self-aware stage business that serves as a teasing table of contents—to the stories themselves, which are paced and edited so briskly that some seem almost subliminal," and he might have a point. Take, for instance, this encounter between Mike Tyson and a fan in the parking lot of a mini-mart. Why do I care? I don't know. And yet I'm compelled to watch it! Bizarre.

In case you somehow missed the eerily prescient (OK, maybe they were just playing the odds) "Britney, We Love You" ads adorning virtually every bus stop and billboard in Los Angeles over the past month or so, TMZ TV, TMZ.com's reverse-engineered television product, debuted last night, ushering in an exciting new era in celebrity telejournalism in which the word "douche" can be used to describe their misbehaving subjects. (Somewhere, Billy Bush is silently mouthing the delicious insult, working up the nerve to slip it in to his next Access Hollywood voiceover.) While we were underwhelmed by the premiere episode's big "get," some security camera footage of Pulp Fiction gimp-keeper Peter Greene's inept license plate heist, we did quite enjoy the above footage of drunk chicks stumbling around outside of Les Deux, babbling incoherently in the general direction of a TMZ cameraman while occasionally flashing their goodies, as it saves us the ten dollars in parking fees we'd have to spend to experience the most satisfying part of a night out in Hollywood.

Last night saw the debut of "TMZ" in its televised form, and we're kind of astounded. It's actually really good in a "death of Western culture" kind of way: crass, snappy, humorous, knowing, smirking, and sarcastic. Their turnaround time is impressive, and the little graphical flourishes they toss in make a good case that this is the new standard in omnibus trash television. It's just a day old, so it might be too early to judge, but today we're going to spend some time figuring out why it works so well. Anyway, here's how they covered the Tommy Lee and Kid Rock fracas at the MTV Video Music Awards.

So, last night on "The Hills"? Heidi's co-worker Elodie is all, hey, there's a job open here with like a total office and I'm so going for it? And Heidi stole the job? And then Elodie came into Heidi's new office and was all, Hi, how are you doing in the office that should have been mine? And Heidi was like, I'm sorry, but you could tell she so totally was not? What a BITCH! It's, like, fully Spencer's bad influence on her, right?

Sensing that Hollywood Blvd.'s legendary pop-culture-dissecting minds might have something to say about Britney Spears' disastrous VMA performance, Defamer videographer Molly McAleer grabbed her trusty camcorder and headed for the talking-head paradise that is the sidewalk outside of the Kodak Theatre, where a talkative cross-section of fans from around the world were more than happy to offer their reviews. For those who find the assessments of the Walk of Fame opinion-havers unfairly negative, we direct you to ABCNews.com's penetrating piece analyzing What Went Wrong, which found at least one anonymous truth-teller willing to defy the anti-Britney thought police:

If you've never had the pleasure of factchecking at a magazine, congratulate yourself. And stay far, far away. Writers (and editors) have a tendency to pull facts out of thin air. That means the poor factcheck department is often sent scavenging for ridiculous facts like the number of fish in the ocean. Worse, it has to verify information gathered from the Web's most trusted source, Wikipedia. In the above clip from comedian Will Ferrell's Funnyordie.com, Peter Karinen and Brian Sacca of the "Fact Check Unit" must verify that Bill Murray's sleeping aid is a warm glass of milk. The source is Wikipedia."That's a user-generated site," exclaims the duo, "that could have been written by a 7-year-old." Hilarity ensues. The moral: Don't use Wikipedia as a source. (And don't become a factchecker).