Would you like to hear New Yorker music critic Sasha Frere-Jones sing the hits of Kelly Clarkson? Sure, we all would! Thankfully, The New Yorker has us covered. Sasha wrote an entertaining piece on auto-tune (the software that corrects pitch problems and can also be used to make wacky robot vocals), and then went to Hoboken with a sound crew to get auto-tuned himself. Attached, a clip of Sasha singing "Since U Been Gone." Click through to the whole piece to hear him get all T-Pained out. [New Yorker]

David Letterman and Julia Roberts were reunited on last night's Late Show, and it didn't feel so hot. The self-exiled Most Powerful Actress in Show Business seemed to us unnecessarily hard on the host and gushing dad, who was trying to make some point about celebrity baby-math (something about exponential levels of household chaos, not the old adage about knocking $5 mil off the opening weekend for every pregnancy). He was swiftly made to look the buffoon by the Charlie Wilson's War star and her rigidly literal-minded interpretation of family-sizes. And no one makes Dave look the buffoon—well, except maybe Julia. [Late Show]

On MSNBC's Morning Joe show today, Courtney Hazlett reported on the current racial tiff between Spike Lee and Clint Eastwood. She reminded us that this isn't the first time the two have had issues: "Spike Lee got really uppity" about Eastwood's WWII movies before! I wonder what Spike Lee has to say about that. Click to watch the lady say the racist thing. [via PlanetGordon. Hazlett is the same reporter who said "we've almost had a dress rehearsal for this with Owen Wilson" when actor Heath Ledger died in January.]

Have you always suspected that people are fundamentally selfish, apathetic, and cold-hearted? You're right! It's proven by this video of a hit-and-run accident in Hartford, Connecticut. A 78-year-old man is struck by a car—quite an inconvenience for his fellow pedestrians and busy motorists, who all gawk openly but keep on moving. Several people reportedly called 911, but nobody bothered to, you know, go check on the guy sprawled out in the street (who's now paralyzed). Even New York's not this blasé. The video, after the jump.

Surely when John McCain said the one line in this six-second video from his June 3 speech, he meant to say we should be able to deliver sterilized boiled water to dehydrated babies, as an example of the relief efforts the American government should provide in disaster situations. But instead he said this, and now I've watched the video seventeen times and made it my ringtone.

Billionaire and activist investor Carl Icahn took his Yahoo obsession to the airwaves with a phone-in interview on CNBC's Fast Money yesterday afternoon. In my attempts to distill the over twelve-minute, rambling dialogue with the anchors on the show, the most interesting thing was how guarded and halting Icahn was about his intentions — he revealed little that he, or one of his assistants, hasn't brought up in his many open letters and other lobbying to unseat CEO Jerry Yang, or answer the question "If you succeed in your proxy battle, who says Microsoft will buy?" So with no money quotes to go with, I threw in everything else.

Held last night in New York and scheduled to air next Thursday, Bravo's A-List Awards are billed as a night celebrating "the best in Food, Fashion, Beauty, Design and Weatherman Lap-Dance Dispensation." BravoTV.com has already started building buzz by leaking highlights online, including Lauren Hutton acceptance speech for a "beauty icon" award. In it, she first admits to having been "up for 46 hours," before launching into a stream-of- sleep- deprived-consciousness which encompassed, in no particular order, her thoughts of guacamole-preparation, the ozone layer, and the promiscuity-engendering properties of testosterone. So confounding was her monologue that during the commercial break, it took the combined efforts of Tom Colicchio, Santino Rice, and Carson Kressley just to pry apart the paralyzed furrows in a deeply perplexed Tim Gunn's brow. [BravoTV.com]

While we all felt a little bit misty back on March 4th when Dungeons & Dragons creator Gary Gygax passed away, the event conjured up some repressed childhood memories for Defamer's To Do blackbelt holder, Miss Molly McAleer. Memories that she hasn't been able to deal with until now. In tonight's installment of Defamer To Do's, our little polyhedral princess confesses that she spent more than a little bit of time with the 20-sided die while growing up in the suburbs of Beantown. Enjoy!

We've already admitted that the Real World series lost us more than a few years ago. We grew especially despondent after that Las Vegas: Reunion idea, and hardly noticed when the current Hollywood-set season began. Then one recent Lazy Sunday, we found ourselves flipping through the channels and spotting a young man named Greg. You see, Greg is Puck, Irene, Trisha and Coral all meshed into one handsome package. He steals panties. He cries in the confessional. He's violent. He doesn't clean up. His heart breaks. He punches walls. And last night, the producers decided to eject Greg from the current pack, claiming he hadn't been putting enough effort into his "job." But after taking a look back at the long list of past Real World ejections, we're dumbfounded as to why MTV has made a habit of kicking off some of the most charismatic, entertaining and (warning: cliché lies ahead) "real" people on the show. A clip of the brutal send-off from last night, plus a recap of the top three most erroneous ejections pre-Greg after the jump.

For any of you out there who still don’t “get” Kathy Griffin, we now present you with a single clip that will effectively prompt a lifelong love affair with the red-headed, fast-talking, Scientology-bashing spark plug of an entertainer that she is. On the Today Show this morning, giggly Al Roker had the pleasure of speaking with Kathy about her upcoming hosting job of Bravo’s inaugural A-List Awards and not-so-innocently asked her if there was really anything she wouldn’t do on camera, considering her reputation as a truthiness-telling comedienne who never holds back. What followed was a delicious and epic moment in television history, during which Roker was given a lap dance, off-screen staffers were overheard gasping, and images of a Roker/Matt Lauer/Halle Berry threesome in “the big bed” were thrust into our collective imagination.

Bo Burnham is not only part of the much-fanfared generation of young YouTube stars making music in their bedrooms, he's also as sharp as a budding Tom Lehrer with the dirtiness of Stephen Lynch. Bo dropped his first new video since his popular punny rap from eight months ago, "Bo Fo' Sho'." The new song "New Math" (shown below) is astoundingly, satisfyingly dorky. One line goes, "Whats domain, domain, range / A kid with too much in his pants." 'Cause it's XXY, get it? Hermaphrodites!

· Phew! For a second we were also worried Julianne Moore's young son would ask her what fellatio meant, and she'd have to go through the whole awkward rigamarole of telling him it's a character from Hamlet, and to ask his father for further details. [Late Show]
· Full House's Jodie Sweetin may have lost me to meth, but more importantly—how did she lose the baby weight?! [Dlisted]
· Ladies and gentlemen: Chace Crawford going down on a bottle of Bud. Yep, that's it. [Queerty]
· The guy who held up Sawyer and his wife at gunpoint in Hawaii was sentenced 13 to 30 years—unless he gets out first after Ben dislodges the Land-Mass-Disappearing Frozen Donkey Wheel of Doom and makes the prison disappear. [AP]
· X-Files: I Want To Believe just leaves us confused. Who's the guy with the stringy white hair in the trailer? Does Gillian Anderson's pregnancy figure in somehow? What's with the spotting on the poster? And finally, who greenlit this? [Yahoo Movies]

You know, there's more to Defamer's To Do's than bringing you, you know, things to do. While Molly McAleer likes to have fun as much (or probably even more) than the next vlogger, she's also interested in your well-being. Which brings us to Officer Bob, Defamer's official safety patrolman. He's been an important part of our day-to-day lives at Defamer HQ for some time now and, just recently, he helped Molls after a particularly frightening encounter in Koreatown. We have been assured that nothing makes Molly prouder than to do the honors of introducing him to the nation at large, and we have also been asked to let you know that Officer Bob is available to do motivational speeches at bar mitzvahs, retirement homes and summer camps. So, with that in mind, please enjoy tonight's installment!

So Liv Tyler just separated from her husband of five years and her Jolie-lipped father Steven Tyler just entered rehab for the 78th time, but in the most highly impressive of ways, the actress managed to avoid both lines of questioning during an interview with gay love lover Jay Leno by sweetly relaying stories of their incredibly “healthy” habits. After getting that boring "Oh My Gawd What Was It Like Having Your Dad Watch You Pole Dance At 16" story out of the way (nailed it, Jay!), Tyler paints a very Norman Rockwell-esque portrait of life at Casa Tyler as a child. Though we fear what the young Liv understood to be fatherly love was, in actuality, acid-tripping fatherly hallucinations involving trippy strings of floss. Watch and learn.

Our hats are off to the merciful executives who refuse to give up on The Moment of Truth—Fox VP of Satan-Delighting Alternative Programming Mike Darnell's sluggishly paced, polygraphic game show. Week in and week out, it drags itself into the dugout and attempts to deliver on the life-destroying promise it showed at Reality TV spring training, but rarely does it succeed. At best, as in last night's episode, we come away with the mild satisfaction of knowing that things will forever be uncomfortable between that week's featured nymphomaniac and the best friend she's doesn't think will ever have a professional recording career, but has often considered fucking.

Didn't get enough gay hip hop blind items in the new Terrance Dean tell-all book Hiding In Hip Hop? It's your lucky day, because there's a follow-up documentary on the way! The entertainment industry vet and former down-low brother Dean tells us the entire film—catchily named "X'pos'D" —will be going up on YouTube soon, and that the LOGO network has "expressed interest" in it. It will explore "why the black community is afraid to address the taboo of homosexuality." Maybe because they'll be X'pos'D! The trailer, featuring a veritable library of gay slurs, is below.

We've tried anything and everything — flash cards, spreadsheets, mnemonic devices — to help us keep our Brittanys straight over the years. But bless her heart, Brittany Snow is breaking away from the Murphy/Robertson/Daniel pack with recent stand-out work in Hairspray, Prom Night and now something called On the Doll — "a story of the victims of child abuse, and the pain it visits upon their later lives." Among those pains: a full, NSFW minute of Snow pummeling the shit out of some hapless dude's balls, establishing the rising star once and for all in the canon of serious, gonad-smashing actresses of her era. Congratulations to her, and best wishes for a quick rebound from that whole Tinker Bell-firing thing. What? Fuck. Sorry, we swear we'll get them straight eventually. [On the Doll]