and I haven’t listened yet, so why start now?

I have good news, kids: you don’t have to devote this summer to the 30 Rock DVDs that your little brother gave you for your birthday (but thanks, patrick!). While there are very few reasons to own a TV between the months of April and October (So You Think You Can Dance comes to mind… as does the recent airing of Finding Nemo in HD that captivated my mother and I for hours this weekend), TBS is giving you (okay, me) a new reason to live– My Boys is back this weekend!

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I love this show. In fact, I love it enough (and love myself enough) to link to this post I wrote about it in December 2006 even though it contains references to and commentary by a former gentleman caller of mine, because I can’t express my love for it any better than I already have (that’s where the self-love comes in. Only, you know, not in the hairy palms/ blindness comes in). The end of last season was a Nancy Drew-esque cliff hanger after our gal PJ had bought a pair of his-n-hers plane tickets to Italy, thinking that by the time she got to use them she’d have an obvious his to go with hers. And instead of winding up having to take her mom and enjoying Finding Nemo as the in-flight movie, as it would have gone down in real life, the week before the trip turned into a veritable man-fest for PJ and we were left not knowing who got on the plane with her. Or what the hell Rosebud means.

Season 2 starts June 12 at 9:30– and here’s your warmup, sports fans:

Email tifaux at gmail.com before the season premiere with the subject line “Home Run” to win a My Boys tshirt and the DVD set of season one of The Bill Engvall Show (My Boys’ lead-in show). If you’re feeling creative and/ or have recently been kicked out of your fantasy baseball league for inappropriate message board posts, you can thrill us with the sports metaphor that you most enjoy using in every day life, as we tend to favor those among us who can pepper casual conversation with idioms like “switch hitter” and “riding the pine.”

Alec Baldwin responds to the question: Boff, Kill or Marry — Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama and John McCain.

I’d boff Hillary,’ he says, totally straight-faced. So that means he believes in gay marriage? ‘Well I’d have to because I wouldn’t want to sleep with Barack. Barack would just be my long-term companion, as they say. I’d have to have sex with a woman because I’m not gay. I wouldn’t want to have sex with Barack Obama or McCain. Obama’s wife perhaps. Anybody’s wife - Bush’s wife, McCain’s wife, but no men - not even operating the video camera.’ He pauses, weighing up all the options with due seriousness. ‘So I’d boff Hillary, marry Obama… and I wouldn’t want to kill McCain,’ he says contemplatively. ‘Maybe I’d lead him out into the woods and leave him there, and I’d come back and tell you that I’d killed him. But I’d lie, I wouldn’t really kill him. And knowing McCain, knowing his past in Vietnam, he’d make it back, he’d survive.

It’s Monday, I figured I’d ease you kids into the work week with a collection of crappy, campy, musical scenes from 80s movies. So I present to you fake E.T. dancing in a bearsuit, the lead singer of Rilo Kiley tossing her cookies, the red haired chick that briefly dated Jason Priestly, and Tim Curry desperate for money. As a bonus, I added lyrics where I could.

Warning: These videos may cause gynecomastia in men.

My Life on the D-List is on its way back, and not a moment too soon as Top Chef and Work Out each approach season’s end.

The one thing that gets me about Kathy Griffin’s show is that as the series gets more and more popular, it risks losing its identity. That is, after winning an Emmy, dating the Apple guy, selling out Madison Square Garden and having a show that lasts four seasons, it’s getting harder and harder to sell the idea that Kathy’s a scrappy little performer who is happy with whatever she gets. During her first Bravo comedy special, I truly believed she was happy to get a gig at Hollywood Squares. Now, I’m pretty sure she’d only do it to up the perception that’s she’s the underdog.

It’s a real concern for a comedian — to be perceived as hapless. Smug people who get what they want are rarely funny. But, I guess, they’ve got their title and they’re sticking to it. It’ll still be funny, I’m sure, but that’s one thing that’s been bugging me as the hoopla begins over the new season.

Here’s a preview of the next season:

All right, maybe not years. But it’s been a while.

I write now as the TV season winds to its conclusion, with one purpose only: to praise Greek. I know I’ve done it before, but this time I mean it. In these tumultuous times, there’s so little to count on, and Greek has become a beacon of dependability in a sea of disappointment.

(I may have become embittered in my absence from this space.)

So, why watch Greek, besides the fact that nothing else is on? I’ve prepared a few talking points for judgmental roommates and your own doubting consciences.

• Cappie. An episode cannot pass without Scott M. Foster, who plays the president of the Kappa Taus, completely nailing the timing on a surprisingly witty joke. His charm alone is worth an hour of your time.
• Other cast members. Spencer “daughter of Kelsey” Grammer’s line readings are not always completely confident, but she’s likable in a key role. Clark Duke has serious comedy cred because he’s friends with Michael Cera. Ashleigh’s bubbly, Calvin’s not a stereotype as the gay frat boy, Rebecca shifts from insane megabitch to vulnerable freshman in seconds, and Evan even gives the rich preppy boy some layers.
• You can reminisce about college — but there’s enough shitty/awkward stuff to make you glad you’ve gotten out of that place, too.
• Have I mentioned that Cappie is funny? The whole show doesn’t take itself too seriously, like Gossip Girl or the O.C. This is not larger-than-life absurd melodrama — it’s regular-sized people drama, with a healthy sense of humor.
• Aha! Remember when I thought I saw Dave Franco? IMDB confirms: I totally did.
• There’s nothing else on. Seriously. This is a legitimate excuse. What, you’d rather watch Living Lohan or a repeat of CSI? That’s on your head, then.

The season finale is tonight, and I’m hoping for a resolution of my most burning question: What is up with the “reformed” Frannie? Is she still evil, or is she genuinely in to Evan and apologetic to Casey? Also, will Cappie break Rebecca’s steel heart? Excitement!

After this, I will retreat to my cave to wallow in my bitterness, so this is the last thing I’ll ask of you for a long time — watch it, please!

• If somebody doesn’t present Ed McMahon with an oversized check soon he might lose his house
• Wonder Woman finds a dead body
• People talks to Antonia from Top Chef about getting kicked off
• NBC staffer fed up with A-List Awards marketing
• So many D-listers came out for the A-List awards that actual A-listers were turned away
• What we’re watching: Swingtown premiere watched by 8.6 million
• Jimmy Smits joins the cast of Dexter
• Kelsey Grammer is resting comfortably after his heart attack
• NY Daily News reviews Swingtown
• Idol runner-up David Archuleta inks record deal
• E! Kristin talks to Rainn Wilson about Angela and the spinoff
• Looks like it’s safe to say there will be a sequel to Sex and the City
• Because I love you: 2 girls 1 cup…cake (PIC, SFW)
• This day in lists: 5 minor TV characters who hijacked the show