Check out Natali Del Conte on Fox News. Del Conte not only makes her geeky solution to finding a hard-to-find Wii seem simple — "just Google Wii Tracker" — she also advises viewers to buy Wiis bundled with games and then just return the games. Sneaky sneak.

· They announced Kathy Lee Gifford's addition to The Today Show family this morning, apparently the final clause of her Eternal Betrothal to Satan back in the early '80s. (Fun Fact: Née Kathy Lee Epstein, Gifford "grew up in a culturally Jewish environment, but she became a born-again Christian at the age of 12.") [Today]
· Stars of the WWF have been relieved of their bitch-tits for the sake of public decency. [Orlando Sentinel]
· A Bahamian inquest rules Daniel Smith died of an accidental overdose, like his mom. [ABC News]
· A list of 166 songs allegedly deemed inappropriate for airplay by ClearChannel in the weeks following 9/11. (Probably old news, but new to us.) Oddly, Ashlee Simpson's "(Like A) Jet Plane Slamming in the Towers of My Heart" is nowhere to be found. [Wikipedia]
· SNL's Kenan Thompson narrowly avoids a Mary-Ann fate. [TSG]

We've spent a long time now with the freewheeling, Emmy-winning Jeremy Piven of Today: Oozing confidence from every pore of his shredded, hairless body (save for his scalp), that Piven is an Arian super-man. It's enough to make you forget about the Jeremy Piven of Yesterday, as featured in the clip above from a 1995 episode of Chicago Hope. Playing a patient with a stubbornly persistent erection (an ominous harbinger of things to come? Discuss), that Piven comes far closer to the Piven we first grew to love: Back when the hairline was making a break for the border, chest fur rolled across his torso like tumbleweeds, and carbohydrates still played a series regular role in his diet.

A tipster links us to this Web 2.0 Easter Egg collection that winsome videoblogger iJustine made. I think this is pretty neat, if a little silly. We need more Web 2.0 cheerleaders — actual cheerleaders, not like Scoble. Have a look at the full collection after the jump.

Meet Jon B. Fisher, former CEO of three software companies, including security firm Bharosa. In the clip above, Mark Cannice of the University of San Francisco asks Fisher if he regrets selling Bharosa to Oracle. Fisher does not. He tells us, "Bharosa returned 6X to investors in 3 years." Given Bharosa raised $2 million and that a company at its stage typically sells 25 percent of the company to outside investors, figure Fisher sold to Oracle for maybe $48 million. It's decent bank, but we're starting to wonder if Fisher — not a Bharosa founder — didn't get enough equity for himself before the sale.

Internet TV is as disappointing as real TV, but at least there's money in it, right? Not yet, says Yuri Baranovsky, writer of the serial comedy Break a Leg. It's one of the few popular YouTube series with a full cast, real (if illicitly borrowed) equipment and multiple locations. The series has millions of views and thousands of dedicated fans. It's part of YouTube's partner program, which was supposed to revolutionize indie media by funding small-time creators — at least according to YouTube and many breathless magazine articles. Obviously Break a Leg isn't making a profit, but is it even making enough to pay the show runner? Yuri writes below.

We've never tuned in to The Big Idea with Donny Deutsch, having assumed the CNBC show featuring the ad exec and Speedo aficionado was just a pointless platform for a Type A, macho metrosexual to get his fame-fix on. Imagine our shock, then, when we tuned in to find beloved, self-destructive comic Artie Lange—looking heavier and more heart-attack-prone than ever—being subjected to a cupcakeboarding rendition at the hands of his merciless, pink-necktied inquisitor.

Arguably the last Hollywood reach-around that still truly matters, it's hardly a surprise to see some of the world's biggest stars line up for their turn to get slimed at the Nickelodeon's Kids Choice Awards—a relatively minor price to pay to ingratiate yourself to a new generation of prepubescent fans, who'll come away viewing you not just as some relic steeped in old-man smell, but as certified lunchbox-adornment material.

Meet wantreprenuer Nate Westheimer and venture capital associate Kristian Hansen. Westheimer founded BricaBox, a publishing platform which you still haven't heard of, despite publicity stunts like the "Silicon Alley 100: People's Choice." Hansen you might know because his boss cofounded Wallstrip, which used to feature Lindsay Campbell, whom you definitely know. Here's the pair's lipdub to Justice's "D.A.N.C.E." As the song goes, fellas,"The way you move is a mystery." The clip is below.

· Joe Francis educates Chelsea Handler on the finer differences between prison and jail. Misogynist and woman-hater, however, still essentially mean the same thing. [Chelsea Lately]
· Great news everyone! Courtney Love is "GETTING MY FICO NUMBER FIXED! ALL THE FRAUD IS GETTING CLEANSED OFF THERE! ITS SO EXCITING." We hope that puts the final nail in the "Courtney is crazy" coffin, folks. As you can plainly see, with her FICO number fixed and the $70 million fraud all cleansed off, she's never been more clear of mind. [My Space]
· Sacha Baron Cohen has apparently taken the Bruno party to Kansas, where "[airport] security workers became concerned when [a European man] stripped down to tight shorts and began kissing, dancing and fighting in the lobby." He was also spotted at a local church's Easter pageant, where he "showed up in chains." [Faded Youth]
· This item about Tom Cruise milling about the Star Trek movie set (don't worry—he's not in it) reminded us of something that had completely slipped our minds: Tom's bearish cameo in Tropic Thunder! [The Scoop]
· Madonna is worried about the tonsil-hockey-partner who got away. [abcnews]
· Any listing of The 50 Greatest TV Shows of All Time is bound to provoke debate, but Empire's utters the words "The Littlest Hobo" in the very first sentence, instantly setting things off to a promising start. [Empire]

Project Runway winner Christian Siriano made an appearance on down but not out Craig Ferguson's show last night. As the awkwardness of the fierce tranny hot mess of a 21-year old fashion wunderkind attempting to make conversation with the pinstriped Scot gradually began to fade, conversation predictably shifted towards hair. Christian has made great use of his mullet-meets-Warhol 'do, and after lazily beginning to describe what it's all about for the umpteenth time, silly ol' Ferguson suddenly went into a state of hysterics at the thought of both he and Christian going platinum blonde together. Apparently, you see, Craig had tried to get producers at hipper than hip CBS to allow him to bleach his salt-and-pepper 'do. Their response? "They were like, no way girl!" We still have absolutely no idea how to react to this claim, or to Ferguson's Howard Dean-like scream, so we'll just let you watch and share in our confusion.

Stop counting calories, it's the weekend! Indulge yourself by taking a giant bite out of our Dirt Sandwich, one that's been carefully arranged and piled high with yummy (yet trans-fat free) toppings by Defamer's resident sandwich artist, Molly McAleer. The ingredients in this week sandwich include: aspiring cookbook author Katie Lee Joel dishes on what it's like to have a step-daughter just four years her junior; we learn about the drugs (!) and the kidnapping (!) that plagued the king of the tighty-whiteys, Calvin Klein; Donnie Osmond kissing, wait for it, a girl!; and, finally, a sad update on the second least talented member of the Jackson 5 (no offense to Tito, really). Enjoy!

After the torrent of skepticism that threatened to douse the near-instant mythology of country-fu trailblazer (and bar-brawlin' Daughter of Willie) Paula Nelson, a shocking dispatch from Austin today indeed reveals a true hoax for the ages, one that Ashton Kutcher's "Pop Fiction" posse could only dream of replicating:

It's official. Paris Hilton should be banned from dancing on stages, be they in Phoenix or Istanbul. At yesterday's Miss Turkey competition (yes, "Miss Turkey"), Paris was inexplicably asked to serve as a judge during the festivities. And in an equally inexplicably turn of events, one of the belly-dancing extras performing for the crowd grabbed Paris from her seat and dragged the initially demure heiress up on stage to shake her non-existent booty for the incredibly non-enthused crowd. Now, we're not in any position to pass judgment on Middle Eastern dancing moves, but we're still pretty sure that tossing your hair back and robotically shimmying your hips back and forth does not a belly dance make. Judge for yourselves after the jump.

It seems Mike Judge's dark, dystopic vision of a functionally brain-dead society, who require nothing more than watching grown men getting thwacked in the nuts to be entertained, wasn't quite so far off into our distant, idiocratic future as we might have hoped: Variety is reporting that ABC has ordered a new reality competition from the producer of Fear Factor, called Ow! My Balls! Wipe Out.

Conan O'Brien was the lead guest on The Tonight Show last night, and he graciously left behind his tape measure and fabric swatches, while Jay Leno kept his passive aggressive put-downs of his scheduled usurper to a comfortable minimum. Among his entertaining anecdotes, Conan recalled the time he hosted the Emmys of two years ago—before Fox got their cracked-out claws into them, and transformed the ceremony into a one-ringed-circus presided over by Master of Women's-Footwear-Identifying-Ceremonies Ryan Seacrest. Describing the tense scene from the wings, Conan recalled an increasingly desperate stage manager giving a live play-by-play of the Charlie's Angels diva-feud that could very well have altered the course of Aaron Spelling Production cast reunion history forever.

Sixth grade: No one looked good. In promotion of her new book, Moose: A Memoir of Fat Camp, notably redheaded blogger Stephanie Klein recounts some of her most awkward moments. (She used to look weird, you know.) In the clip after the jump, she shows a forged note from a childhood's crush claiming he's in love with her. Looks like we found our next Margaret Seltzer!

"What kind of experience have you had at Wikipedia in dealing with individuals? Has that paid off for you?" interviewer Seth Godin asks Jimmy Wales, the founder of the world's most thorough Susan Richardson biography, in this clip. Wales responds: "Oh yeah. I mean it's really — it's really, uh, a very, uh high touch kind of business, so to speak. There's a lot of personal interaction." Seriously people, sometimes these things write themselves.

· Yesterday, we promised you a brainmeltingly awesome new thing, and dare we say, you got it. We only wished the entire episode could have existed inside the cat-pee-induced, hallucinatory world of Heavy South Metal Park [South Park]
· HuffPo's Allison Hope Weiner, who's dutifully provided us with every juicy tidbit to emerge from the Pellicano trial thusfar, may be subpoenaed by the defense. That could transform her into the Hollywood Wiretapping Trial of the Century's own Judith Miller, Patron Saint of Source Protection. [THR ESQ.]
· Will Paul Giamatti's next role as a U.S politician require him to wipe his ass with the historical document John Adams helped create? [Vulture]
· As Kate Bosworth giggled with Paul Shaffer, UTA wept. [DHD]
· If you live in the Hills, a blog called The Daily Coyote isn't something you'd likely need or want. For everyone else: Look! Coyotes! Daily! [The Daily Coyote]