This week’s America’s Next Top Model started off with a bang. Nothing like a girl fight to get the show going. It all started when Dominique pissed everyone off with a rogue alarm clock that kept going off early and waking the models from their beauty sleep. Claire yelled at Dominique and girls came out of nowhere to join the verbal bashing. No one likes Dominique, myself included, but these chics just went off. I would’ve felt bad for the poor girl but it was just too funny. Anya, the Hawaiian girl with the accent so heavy she should have an interpreter, told Dominique she needed to communicate better. At least I think that’s what she said. Freaking hysterical. Then, Lauren screamed at her and said she had “verbal diarrhea”. Ahhhh, awesomeness abounds on Top Model, folks.

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Well, here’s the best of the worst, folks. All I really care about this week is Rock of Love 2 but here are the celebrity stories that made me laugh/cry/spit diet coke out my nose.

• Some crazy doc put car lubricant in Priscilla’s face. perezhilton
• Britney’s future’s so bright, she’s gotta, um, you know. Hollywood Rag
• Black-eyed pea in the pod? Oh, yeah, I went there. Star
• If you are famous and skinny, you’re on Adderall? Defamer
• Pam Anderson is too good for Rick What’s-his-Face. Realizes it. UsWeekly
• Anna Nicole’s son Daniel’s death not a homicide. Now is it over? TMZ
• Brad is Barack’s cousin, Angie is Hil’s. I think Obama won that one. Dlisted

Much like fashion and automobiles, gaming is a magnet for trends. Occasionally ridiculous, and always sweeping, it’s easy to lose the innovators in an angry sea of crap. Light guns, motion sensing, voice chat, hard drives, and more currently the wars over guitar-shaped controllers and the media format itself. But this is just hardware.

The software fad of the hour is the destructible environment. Not the casually absurd, shooting gallery brand that has you blasting apart the Eiffel Tower, but something a little more daunting.

Developers are hyping buildings that can be reduced to scrap piece by piece, terrain that can be reshaped on a whim, and for the lil’ engineer, worlds so detailed the in-game structures must be architecturally sound to stay upright.

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There is something about this season’s America’s Next Top Model that’s driving me to drink. Must they have the ‘Tyra Mail’ read out loud by all of the girls? Listening to that drivel makes me feel like I’ve stumbled onto the short bus and they’re on a field trip to the special park and they’re all trying to recite the Declaration of Independence in unison or something. I know, I know, the girls are not supposed to be smart, they’re supposed to be pretty, right? Whatever. This madness has got to stop. One girl struggling through is quite enough, thank you.

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Among my favorite things, I count a pristine Asteroids machine. Also high on that list would be a dive bar. The kind where the light is minimal, the volume is at max, and the locals are all but paying rent. Put an Asteroids machine in that dive bar, and you get something like Miss T’s Barcade, a nightspot on the outskirts of Koreatown. This week I paid a visit, hoping to find something to tide me over until the next Game Night at Brian’s. Unfortunately, the experience came up short.

Miss T’s was featured on Gametrailers TV, with a montage of patrons slamming back Sake Bombs and queuing up to Donkey Kong. It looked dark, loud, and had no real sign, just a blue neon rendering of a Pac Man ghost. It was like a speakeasy for geeks. A Geekeasy.

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Fans of The Wire no longer have a raison d’etre (reason for being). The series came to an end last night after a five-year run on HBO. At a time when American network television catered to the lowest common denominator with its plethora of reality programs and crime dramas whose titles begin with three distinctive letters, The Wire represented a true paradigm shift. The police were not necessarily the good guys. The men and women involved in the drug trade, both as dealers and users, were not necessarily the bad guys.

The genius of the show is its refusal to coddle the viewer. Characters spoke in the vernacular of their surroundings. If something was unclear, it was up to the viewer to figure it out. Storylines that came to an abrupt end at the finish of one season were not explained the following season. With The Wire, nothing was promised.

Here are the top four reasons, in no particular order, why The Wire was the best show on television:

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