Have you ever heard of Food Party?

This may or may not be one of those things that everyone with a certain degree of hipness has already heard of (there’s already been a NY Times story about it), but Food Party is now going to be on IFC after being a Web only series. Food Party is basically a fake kids show intended for stoners and hipsters alike. Host Thu Tran and an ensemble of puppets stumble through a variety of cooking adventures which rarely (if ever) have any sort of practical value.

Food Party isn’t necessarily hilarious — it’s just weird. Think Sifl and Olly meets Rachael Ray meets Sesame Street meets a huge pile of weed. And host Thu Tran is the centerpiece of that weirdness, with her deadpan delivery clashing with the technicolor absurdity of the situations and settings. If you watch further episodes, it’s also surprisingly dark — clearly not something intended for children.

Here’s a clip.

Food Party premieres tomorrow at 11:15 p.m. on IFC.

Judging from this promo, Charlie could be coming back from the dead.

Ausiello reports:

An ABC spokesperson declined to comment, but a network insider cautions against reading too much into the spot. “There’s obviously a lot of ABC talent in the promo,” the source points out. “It doesn’t necessarily mean that Dominic is returning to Lost.”

Monaghan’s rep, meanwhile, had this response when asked if his client was being resurrected on Lost. “You never know. Stay tuned.”

Are you all watching Conan O’Brien’s first week as host of The Tonight Show? If not, how can you compare him, either favorably or unfavorably, to Letterman and Leno? How can you say he’s gone too soft in his old-person-friendly new time slot? How are you going to decide where he fits in the pantheon of Tonight Show hosts? How are you going to predict his ratings from now through infinity?

Who cares, you say? It’s only been three lousy episodes, you say? It’s too soon to tell, you say?

Well, I completely agree. I feel like with this and with Jimmy Fallon’s debut, people jumped in with their opinions while the credits were barely rolling on premiere night. This time, they were eager to say that Conan is both more of a comedian’s comedian than Leno ever was and that he’s a sellout for not trotting out the Masturbating Bear on the first night. Writers even made a huge deal over his Letterman-beating first-night numbers, with TV Guide noting that the show posted “the best numbers for a Monday Tonight Show in more than four years,” as if that’s going to mean anything in the long run.

I’m happy that he’s on earlier, so I can watch his show. That’s really as far as I’ll go with that right now.

If you’re somehow interested in this horse race, I’ll put a round-up of some knee-jerk judgments after the break. In general, they seem pretty positive, which does make me happy.

An Horse is one of my more recent musical discoveries, but they’ve managed to completely overwhelm my iPod over the past week or so.

The band is actually a duo — singer/guitarist Kate Cooper and drummer/backup singer Damon Cox — who play friendly pop anthems with personal, slightly damaged lyrics.

One of the greatest parts about An Horse is Cooper’s heavily accented warble of a voice. It honestly took me a little while to get used to, but I generally love it when you can clearly discern a singer’s accent (see Frightened Rabbit). As the songwriter and frontwoman of the band, she presents a sunny but wounded persona. It’s not often that you feel like you want to protect someone when listening to their album, but Cooper achieves it.

This is the band’s single, called Camp Out, from their first album, Rearrange Beds.  They’re touring soon with the power pop band Telekinesis.

I’ve made no secret of my contempt for Jay Leno. His ruthlessly unfunny, schtick-y monologues; his unchallenging interviews; his use of the gays as a constant comedic go-to.

But this article is almost enough to make me feel bad for him.

I think the dude just needs to go on a vacation.  A long one.  You know you’re in a bad situation when you’ve got me, neurotic extraordinaire, telling you to chill out.

I know, I’m as surprised as you are! I didn’t even start watching the Awards on purpose — it was just there, and it was Sunday night, and I’d already watched the spectacular Pushing Daisies from Saturday. And then all of a sudden Andy Samberg is singing about how cool guys don’t look at explosions and I’m commenting on how much weight Eminem has lost and I’m twittering like a pre-teen about New Moon.

If you didn’t watch it (and why would you, really?), Videogum has collected the funniest moments. I would also add the “best sound editor” bit that Samberg did with an audience plant.

I’d also remove the Bruno bit from the list. I am SO over Bruno. Staged or not, it’s just stupid.

In conclusion: Andy Samberg is good at hosting things I don’t care about! Hopefully this is good sign for the hosting gig I’m really excited about this week: Neil Patrick Harris hosting the Tonys on Sunday. (Whoa. Overwhelmed by own nerdery there.)