Forty years ago, Richard Milhous Nixon became the first and only president to announce his resignation from office. Thank God he did, because Nixon was a gill-breathing bottom-dweller, a paranoiac with a reverse-Midas touch, turning everything he contacted into turd. But his disgraceful quitting also screwed us.

We gave Big Fun the nickname "Big Fun" because we were in the common room watching Heathers one time and Martha Dumptruck showed up with a T-shirt that said BIG FUN on it. Someone turned to Big Fun and said, "That's you, you fatass. You're Big Fun."

So, they've gone and canceled Law & Order. If it had gone one more season it would have become the longest-running primetime TV drama in history, at twenty-one years. That's a long time. Let's think about that for a moment.

Molly Ringwald has an op-ed in today's Times reflecting on the impact John Hughes had on her life. Among the revelations: neither she nor Anthony Michael Hall had spoken to him in 20 years, and he loved making mixtapes. [NYTimes]

As IBentMyWookie wisely pointed out a second ago, "the glory that was The Barry Gibb Talk Show earned him my goodwill." And that's the truth for pretty much everyone everywhere ever. So come see the glory. (And, no, Canadioos from Canardia, it is not a hulu.com vid-you can watch it.)

Not that we're counting down the days until our imminent departure for Radar or anything, but when we woke up this morning and carved another X into the wall, we came to a realization that was both full of heartbreaking nostalgia and Cock-arousing joy: Today is my penultimate Fucking Thursday here!

With the final episodes of ill-fated sociopolitical drama Studio 60 on The Sunset Strip now all ignominiously burned off by the network that renounced its onetime anointed Nielsen Messiah, showrunner Aaron Sorkin is ready to reflect upon the possible reasons that his much-hyped peak behind the scenes at a curiously…