Congratulations to Amanda Peet and her husband, screenwriter David Benioff. Amanda gave birth to a baby girl, Frances Pen, on Tuesday. The new mom should have plenty of time to play with her little bundle of joy, as the jackasses over at NBC are totally going to cancel Studio 60, which rocks, because its educated, employed, time-shifting audience doesn’t have any interest in being a Nielsen family, thank you very much.

Oops … they did it again!

Sorry, sorry. With Britney now sequestered in a single rehab for over twenty-four hours, I don’t know what to do with all those jokes. And it just doesn’t seem right that it’s nearly noon and I haven’t made one yet. So I’m turning them on Brad and Angie, because Hollywood’s better-dressed version of the United Nations is expanding once more.

Sources tell US Weekly that the gorgeous couple has filed papers with the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration services to adopt a boy from the Tam Binh orphanage in Ho Chi Minh City. They visited the orphanage in late November.

The move will bring gender equality to the family, which currently consists of one boy (Maddox, five, from Cambodia), and two girls (Zahara, two, from Ethiopia, and Shiloh Our Lord and Savior, 10 months, from the far-off, magical land of Angelina Jolie’s Vagina).

For those of you keeping score at home, this brings the tally to Brad Pitt: 4 kids, Jennifer Aniston: 0 kids. It’s looking to be a shut-out. Ouch.

Our friends over at Elle have unearthed the fact that:

(Jessica Simpson is) allergic to cheese. And wheat. Oh, and tomatoes.

Luckily Pizza Hut’s new non cheese sans tomatoes pizza is set to be unveiled. It’s called the O2 and it’s yours for the low low price of $9.99

I’ll never be as good as the Beet but I feel obligated to satiate your potent Idol thirst.

Chris Sligh says his comments weren’t meant as disrespectful. I get what he’s saying, going after Simon’s producing credits is meant more as a love note. Idiot.

So they got rid the Asian, that’s poor form, and Antonella seemed to know she was done, she had that glazed look in her eye, and yet she survived.

Amy got eliminated. Was she on the show? Oh yeah, the “I can’t make you love me” girl. That’s one of the worst songs ever, especially for stalkers. You CAN make someone love you, keep that dream alive.

Which of these things is not like the other? Kelly Clarkson. Carrie Underwood. Fantasia Barrino. The good news is after she’s done doing Broadway she can finally get back to writing novels (which has always been her real strength).

Alaina is safe! I don’t know why, but I’m crushing. Nicole goes home which is good. I had an ex named Nicole.

Rudy gets thrown off and Paula says “I think Rudy has one of the best vocals.” She clearly didn’t watch the show or ever speak English.

Oh no, Paul Kim said this was his last shot at music!! What about the shower bud?

I’ve always admired the fact that the departees sing because I’d throw my microphone down and say “fuck y’all, I ain’t your dancin’ monkey.” Clearly I’d be really southern in my version. Rudy doesn’t even get to finish his song on my TiVo version. Don’t worry man, call me and I’ll have you over to sing the last minute for me and my friends. I’ll even throw ya a $20 for your trouble.

The kid mauls “Free Ride” (again) and our 2.5 hour Idol journey is mercifully over for the week. Boo to the yeah.