ABC killed once again, maintaining its Grey’s viewership even with the two-hour, you-can-tell-which-city-we’re-in-because-of-the-color-palette, Addison-Montgomery-may-not-be-able-to-have-a-baby-but-that- bitch-can’t-go-five-minutes-without-another-gorgeous-doctor-
making-out-with-her-and-I-still-don’t-have-a-boyfriend-so-fuck -that-shit, Taye-Diggs-is-still-hot, everyone-in-LA-surfs-and-drinks-martinis, spinoff-introducing juggernaut. So it turns out you guys really do have all the attention span Chandra Rimes was betting on you having. Way to go, America.

What did everyone think of Grey’s last night? It was interesting, I thought, to watch actors essentially filming a pilot juxtaposed against actors who’ve been working together on a hit series for year. Pilots are always awkward, I guess, but switching back and forth made the awkwardness all the more obvious. I do love the Addison Mongomery character, even when I’m insanely jealous of her, and I love that they’ve given her such increasing depth since the day she showed up as McDreamy’s evil wife. I almost like her more than Meredith these days.

Seventeen minutes late and counting.

Jail jail jail jail jail!!!

JAIL!!!!

Update: She has arrived. Let the games begin.

Our darling Brit did the third (and supposedly last) of her comeback mini-shows at the West Hollywood House of Blues last night. Even though the show was held well within the thirty-mile zone, the only high-profile celeb who made an appearance was Miss Lindsay Lohan, who was probably just there to collect on that eight-ball she sold her last week. But who knows — maybe they were going to an AA meeting together later. And of course by “an AA meeting” I mean “the Chateau Marmont. To do cocaine.” Britney’s set was 11 minutes long — her shortest yet — and the only words she spoke were “Thank you, L.A.”

Britney left the venue in her now-ubiquitous pink bra and a denim skirt, on which someone had penned her name and the word “evil.” The Evil B. I like the sound of that.

Man, it’s a slow news day. I’m just sticking around to find out if Paris Hilton’s going to jail. And I’m doing a lot of praying in between. Please, God?

Okay, this is just too funny. Haylie posted these screen shots on her MySpace blog today, stating, “Stuff like this REALLY PISSES ME OFF. I try to reach out and be nice and instead it just gets shoved back in my face. This is why you should never move to Hollywood, the place is full of arrogant, immature, and offensive bitches who can’t hold their liquor and can’t keep their legs closed.”

Here’s what I don’t get, though. The first message was sent yesterday at 3:16 pm. The next message came three minutes later? I assure you it takes Kim Kardashian longer than that to read a message, decide on a response, and type it. So I’m a little doubtful about whether or not this is real. The whole “I don’t hang out with horses” thing is pretty funny, though.

Britney leaves her WeHo House of Blues show last night sporting a denim skirt announcing she’s evil. Rock on, Brit.

I think the headline says it all folks. And don’t give me no jibba-jabba about Australia either.