It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia's Rob McElhenney reprised his role as Aldo on last night's episode of Lost. Did you remember him from years ago? Apparently, Kate didn't either. When awesome shows collide!!!

A few more photos of today's weather-related excitement after the jump.

Some of the women in the New York Times story about the gender ratio at UNC—and the horrible things the imbalance makes ladies do—say their quotes were taken out of context and the story has ruined their lives.

Here, the beloved muppet Beaker tries his hand at YouTube by posting a video of himself playing "Dust in the Wind." Unfortunately for poor Beaker, behind every screen is a grammatically-challenged troll spewing vitriol.

Finally we're in Hollywood. Finally we have Ellen! Dear old Hollywood. Friendly old Ellen. Two good things. We should be happy, right? And yet... Mostly we're just so sad. Hollywood Week is just terribly, terribly cruel, isn't it?

Alexis Bellino, the newest cast member of The Real Housewives of Orange County, is continuing a grand Real Housewives tradition—she's using the show to try and shore up her husband's various business "interests."

The SNL vet has signed on to play a boozy, pill-popping badminton coach who is Sue MF Sylvester's nemesis. Just when we started to doubt we'd survive the winter, Glee gives us another reason to make it until April.

Two days ago, NBC News White House correspondent Chuck Todd was whining to the Washington Post that Barack Obama doesn't talk to the press enough. Yesterday, Obama talked to the press. Today, Todd whined about Obama talking to the press.

Among the possible additions to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the bible of psychiatry: "hypersexuality," meaning being way horny. The NYT predicts it has "a high likelihood of entering the pop vernacular." Oh, "entering," EHH? Fingers crossed!

Georgina Chapman is one-half of the duo behind the fashion label Marchesa. She's also married to movie mogul Harvey Weinstein, but it's not as if he had anything to do with the fashion house's success over the past few years. He didn't. It was simply the product of "passion and skill" on the part of Chapman and her partner, Keren Craig.

This clip is like the Berenstain Bears recreated into a WTF nightmare. The notion of a bipedal bear sounds cute until you actually see one, and then you realize it's about 600 pounds and taller than Charles Barkley...and probably hungry!

Betty White, 88, is having a moment. She has movie roles, a Facebook campaign, and a popular ad when most actresses her age only have cataracts. Why do we support this comeback? Because it is free of irony and nostalgia.

To illustrate how high-drama reality shows like The Bachelor are rendering soap operas basically obsolete, Kelly Ripa took us abruptly down memory lane to her days at All My Children and busted out a soap scene in roughly twenty seconds.

It's finally Hollywood week! No more dancing midget ninja mimes that warble out notes in a desperate grab for fame. Now it's actually a talent competition instead of a circus sideshow. And some stood out more than others. And Ellen!

The National Enquirer's reporting that John Edwards has proposed to wacky mistress and baby mama Rielle Hunter—and she said yes! In 2010 we are actually more confident this is true because it's in the National Enquirer. What a world.

Your neighbors aren't just having sex in the elevator. They're doing it in the laundry room and gym, too, assuming you have either of those. Just be thankful that most buildings in the city don't have pools! [BrickU, previously]

Oh hell, Reebok is now using even more gratuitously porny buttock photos to enhance the bullshit buttocks-toning promise of its allegedly buttocks-toning magic shoes, which are—god—so fake. Try attaching handles to the model and doing deadlifts, instead. [Copyranter]

On TruTV's Las Vegas Jailhouse, plenty of women are brought in for soliciting sex. Here, a cop assures a prostitute that she is "not judging" before promptly going on a condescension spree that would put Tyra Banks to shame.

This week our big head-pounding moment dredged up an old mystery from the past. Remember when Rousseau used to talk about that disease that forced her to kill all her friends? Well, I think we're getting a diagnosis.

The New York Times Co. made money last year! A $20 million profit for 2009. Revenue fell more than 11% in the fourth quarter—but it's declining less than last year. Silver linings! Celebratory year-in-review internal memo below.