This clip might be old to you, but it’s new to me. I like it because it manages to simultaneously exist in two polar planes as both the biggest spoiler of all-time (bad!) and also an almost incomparably compelling call-to-action to watch their show THIS WEEK (good!). Probably the best television promotion I’ve seen since I started paying any sort of real attention to what makes a good television promotion. And man oh man, that Smulders. Want … to touch … the heinie.

Also, anyone else feel like Jason Segel’s concentration is elsewhere this season? Or is it just that his portrayal of Marshall in the first two seasons was just SO awesome that everything else is bound to be a letdown? I mean, it’s not like I don’t think that the former is kind of forgivable for the first few episodes. After all, he is coming off a big summer in which he wrote and starred in the Judd Apatow produced “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” All I’m saying is that I miss my Marshall. Come back!

PS, you should all join the HIMYM Awesome Gang on Facebook. I’m in like 30 Facebook groups, but this is the only one that I have been compelled to visit a couple times each week. Good stuff.

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Although the 2007 Topps Derek Jeter is probably the best baseball card since the `89 Fleer Billy Ripken, this whole fiasco reeks of a PR stunt. Think about it, when was the last time anyone talked about baseball cards? Probably when Sportflics was still in the bizz. If they REALLY wanted to generate buzz, they would’ve photoshopped The Thighmaster eating corn in the dugout instead of a clearly hung-over Mickey Mantle. She mars.

• Here’s the moment that all Britney watchers have been waiting for … THE SPIN! Granta, your Uncle Grambo’s no expert on post-partum depression (that’s Tom Cruise territory), but somehow I doubt that either rampant use of pure grade MDMA or paranoia onset by Belushi-esque hittins of Bolivian Marching Powder is exactly par for the post-partum course.
  RELATED: Miss Modernage recently posted a great video of Lily Allen dancing backstage at a Kasabian concert while they played “LSF” … so hott. The streets are on FIE-AH!

• “I want to squirt on you.”
  RELATED: Outtakes from the Julia Allison Gawker Pinup shoot.

• Those in Ad Agency Land who are looking to get the most bang out of their creative buck should look no further than Sausalito’s own Butler, Shine and Stern. Their recent work for the Mini Cooper brand (including WAY rad interactive billboards and the viral Hammer And Coop series) is setting new precedents for integrating technology into the auto industry’s stagnant media planning approach (ie, buy lots of TV commercials). Meanwhile, over in The D™, GM still doesn’t get it (*shocker*, I know). Their heavily hyped blog, I Got Shotgun, hasn’t been updated since February 13. Durst.

• The 10 Best Video Games To Play When You’re Stoned. No Mario Kart 64? Kramer please! [via Gorilla Mask]
  RELATED: Someone be sure to send this link along to Drew Barrymore and Cameron Diaz, k?

• Meet Taylor J. Norton, “part methodical technician, part methamphetamine addict, part parts scavenger.”

• McPheever? More like McPheltup!

• BEST! The new season of “The Showbiz Show” starts on March 15th. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again … of all the celebrity-focused entertainment recap shows, this is far and away my fave.
  RELATED: Spade’s new CBS show, “Rules Of Engagement”, is WAY better than expected. Along with “H.I.M.Y.M.”, Monday nights on CBS are giving Thursday nights on NBC a real run for their money. Also, is Bianca Kajlich the new Cobie Smulders? DEVELOPING!

¹ Thought everything ever was in Wikipedia? Not so much. Turns out there’s no wiki entry for Sportflics! Someone tell Beckett, STAT!

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Take a deep breath, people. Your Uncle Grambo realizes that the following admission may come as a serious shock to even those of you who have known me for years. But now that the clock has struck 2-Bond (2007 = 2-Double Oh Seven, get it? Please credit Freb$ the next time you use this), I feel like it’s finally time to come clean about a habit that I’ve tried to keep secret for years. Now I understand that most of you have come to know me as an energetic person, the life of the party, the kind of sophisticated bitch who NEVER says no to an opportunity to hit the town and party hearty. But behind this facade of extroversion lies a person who, at the end of the day, would much rather be on the couch watching television than out at Marquee downing shot after shot of Hypnotiq with the Lindsay Lohans of the world. I know, I know, total shock to your system, right? Well, get used to it people, it’s the truth. Just deal.

What does this have to do with the next entrant in the Grambo’s Gals countdown, you ask? Well, my friends, it goes something like this.

During my first few weeks here on the isle of Manhattan back in early November, I would often be left to my own devices on Monday evenings. You see, my friend Lindsayism would often have The Senator over to her place for “Girl’s Night” viewings of “How I Met Your Mother”, a show that I turned my back well over a year ago. While I generally bided my time watching Monday Night Football, The Senator would always return home with a smile on her face, raving about how good that night’s episode was. After three or four weeks of this, I decided to acquiesce and set up a season pass for the show on our DVR. And, as luck would have it, not only did the show quickly become one of my favorites, but it also directly resulted in my introdcution to the one and only Cobie Smulders.

What can I say about Smulders that hasn’t already been said? Well, apparently, everything! Because as far as I can gather, nobody, and I mean NOBODY, ever talks about what a megababe Smulders is. The reasons for this glaring omission from the official Babe Register bewilders me to this very day. While she may not radiate the same kind of goddess qualities that someone like Evageline Lilly does, there’s no denying that Smulders is the total package: a legitimate around the way girl (those hips!) with natural beauty and underrated comedic skills. If things were the way they should be, she’d be running circles around all of the prepackaged starlets that The Internets seem terminally smitten with. Pay the others no mind, Smulders; in your Uncle Grambo’s world, you’re both the bee’s knees AND the cat’s pajamas. Hollaback.

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