A&E has decided not to renew its signature docu-reality series Dog the Bounty Hunter, canceling the show after eight seasons on the air.

Andy Cohen is the kind of powerful television executive who gives himself a weekly talk show and then promotes that talk show to five days a week. Andy Cohen is also the kind of powerful television executive who brings his famous friends on his talk show. Tonight those friends were Jerry Seinfeld and Matthew Broderick. Here, Jerry reminisces about his first Tonight Show appearance, early Seinfeld press photos and other tidbits about the heyday of the show.

Carly Rae Jepsen's pop hit "Call Me Maybe" is the kind of song you love or hate — or, perhaps more accurately, totally love and crank in the car when no one else is around, but then talk about hating in public. I don't know your life.

The Jefferson Parish School Board has been under fire recently: civil rights organization Southern Poverty Law Center filed a complaint alleging that the school system "sends a disproportionate number of black and disabled students to alternative schools to languish for months." Now the group is targeting Jefferson Parish for employing a school psychologist who has posted a slew of racially charged comments online.

Usually burning art at a protest is a call for censorship, but Antonio Manfredi has a far nobler cause — the director of the Casoria Contemporary Art Museum is burning pieces of his museum's collection to protest Italy's drastic budget cuts to the arts.

As more masseurs claim sexual harassment by John Travolta, the backstage drama is just heating up. Okorie Okorocha, the original attorney representing John Does #1 and #2, is now suing celebrity attorney Gloria Allred for poaching his clients.

Maybe it's sincere. Maybe it's a well produced troll. Either way, I think the top YouTube comment sums it up perfectly: "It's like Christian Rock, but with Facebook in the place of God."

Warning: Whore.

In his feature film debut, Kumaré: The True Story of a False Prophet, filmmaker Vikram Gandhi seeks to explore the question of human spirituality by impersonating a "wise Indian Guru" named Kumaré.

Me-centric angst dump Thought Catalog: has its repertoire expanded at all in the past seven days?

The appropriate response to Girls, a television program about two sets of high school outcasts—the "freaks," who wear army fatigues and smoke cigarettes, and the "geeks," who like Monty Python—is to hold your children close and promise them you'll be home more. But today is Biggie Smalls' birthday, and Gotye's too, so here is a recap.

North Carolina has already voted in favor of amending its constitution to outlaw all domestic unions outside heterosexual marriage, but that's not quite enough for one Tar Heel State pastor who thinks all gays and lesbians should be penned behind electric fences and left to die.

After being bumped around for a while due to script and budget issues, Paul Thomas Anderson's highly anticipated drama The Master — his first feature since 2007's There Will Be Blood — finally gets its first teaser trailer.

In a press release, Anonymous hacker claim to have leaked 1.7 GB of data stolen from the United States Bureau of Justice Statistics, a Department of Justice agency that collects and analyzes crime data.

On the heels of last night's poignant and composed appearance of Bobbi Kristina Brown at the Billboard Awards comes a poignant and composed musical preview of Sparkle, the upcoming remake we're really excited about that will feature Whitney Houston's final movie role. "Celebrate," an R. Kelly-produced stomper is a little disco, a little gospel and a whole lot like something that would have appeared in a '70s artificial sweetener commercial. It's almost too catchy (check that momentary key change that concludes every chorus on the "You celebrate me" line). Whitney's still got her I Look to You-era hoarseness, which you can read as a soulful reflection of a hard-lived life (as I choose to) or as a tangible record of just how hard she fell (her duet partner/Sparkle co-star, Jordin Sparks, sounds utterly gymnastic in comparison).

The Lyndon B. Johnson School of Public Affairs at UT Austin was left "mortified" by a typo on the cover of its 2012 commencement program that turned "public" into "pubic." Compounding the schadenfreude was a tweet sent out by the school apologizing for the "eggregious" typo (since removed).

In case you missed it, TLC ran one of its water-testing one-hour "specials" last week called Birth Moms. These broadcasts are initially one-off in nature, but often spawn series when viewer interest is high enough (Extreme Couponing and My Strange Addiction are two such shows). America likes some garbage (and I'm proud to be an American), but I don't know if the public could stomach regularly scheduled episodes of Birth Moms.

In more news that will take the wind out of my father's sails—Congress appears to be getting collectively dumber.

180 bales of marijuana were found floating in the waters near Dana Point, California, this past Sunday, stumping Border Patrol, the Coast Guard, and local authorities looking to identify their source.

If Facebook's IPO on Friday was a one-day Web 2.0 Gold Rush, then today is when the prospectors realize all the gold has already been taken out of the rivers and start getting trashed on moonshine and move to San Jose to open a shoe store. After a disappointing day of trading on Friday, Facebook's stock tumbled 13 percent today, falling below its opening price on Friday of $42.