Um, does anyone else think it's odd, and maybe even a little bit of a bummer, that Luke Campbell--the 2 Live Crew man whose horndog hip-hop was so controversial, it became the center of a landmark Supreme Court obscenity case--has now recast himself as a bumbling father on the VH1 reality show Luke's Parental Advisory?

That the pottymouthed lout behind the perennial stripclub anthem "Me So Horny" is now a doting TV dad, cautioning his impressionable young daughters not to earn bad reputations?

That the bootyrapper whose classic Dirty South album As Nasty As They Wanna Be featured a cover photo of gleamingly exposed female buttocks is now on thirtysomething-friendly VH1, expressing fatherly disapproval over the racy pics of his teen son's MySpace ladyfriends?

Of course, this cornball proud-papa schtick is nothing new. For years, the basic-cable airwaves have been clogged with plenty of "we're crazy but we love each other and take out the garbage like everyone else" dysfunctional-family

So recently I heard chitchat around the office that Yahoo! Music was planning to do an On Location shoot with the almighty, all-around awesome Jabbawockeez. The winners of season 1 of America's Best Dance Crew!! Holy frig!

I got all excited and immediately started planning a superfly outfit to wear when I inevitably bumrushed this sure-to-be-amazing taping. A mask would have to be incorporated somehow...

...but then I found the taping had already taken place. I'd missed it.

In the words of ABDC judge Lil' Mama: ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Crestfallen--as if my own banner had just fallen, actually--I asked the producer peeps why I'd not been invited. And one of the Yahoo! producers innocently asked, "Oh, are you a fan of the show?"

Um, am I FAN of the SHOW? Oh, naw. I just write a near-daily blog called REALITY ROCKS about REALITY TELEVISION that has my NAME and FACE on it. That's all. So why would I be a fan of America's Best Dance Crew, one of the best reality shows EVER, right?

Sheesh.

Despite my many awesome and extremely marketable suggestions for new headbanging, groupie-banging bachelors to star in Rock Of Love 3 (read my suggestions here), VH1 has officially opted to bring back Bret Michaels for yet another season.

What, Dave Navarro wasn't available? That dude will appear on anything. Dave was even a guest judge on Comedy Central's The New Gong Show, for eff's sake! Oh wait, that's right: Dave is off the market. He's reportedly doing the unskinny bop these days with Bret's second-season, sloppy-seconds castoff, Daisy De La Hoya.

Anyway, apparently Bret and his pornstar-named season 2 bachelorette, Ambre Lake, are (shocking news alert!) no longer rocking each other's worlds. So great, Bret's conveniently available again, right in sync with the VH1 Q4 production schedule...but really, didn't the VH1 execs learn anything from Flavor Of Love 3?

See, Flavor Flav's once-great dating show firmly established the pattern of an insanely spectacular first season, a

Somewhere out there in TV Land, somewhere near a television set to Fox and a remote control that's been flung across the room in a rage, Debbie Allen is crying/clawing her eyes out. And she's probably ready to hit America's viewers over the head with that prop cane she used to threateningly wield in the opening sequence of Fame.

Yes, people, it's true: So You Think You Can Dance's golden boy and Debbie Allen's protégé, the almighty Will--the guy who's been pimped by the judges more aggressively than Carly Smithson and David Archuleta ever were this season on American Idol--was voted off tonight.

On the plus side, this means Debbie can now return to SYTYCD as a guest judge (to preserve some flimsy semblance of neutrality, she had to bow out when Will was selected to compete on the show). And perhaps even more on the plus side, it seems like the public has finally spoken out against all the astonishingly blatant favoritism on SYTYCD. But on the minus side, it's a pity that Will--one of