After a light 237 hour pregame show, the Super Bowl is finally here. And while there is an actual game to be played, we're here to catch all the awkward live moments and best commercials throughout the night.

Gawker Weddings Expert Phyllis Nefler has #GoneSkiing again, leaving me at the Altar(cations) with the NYT's Weddings & Celebrations in my hand. Thankfully, our J-School Embed and onetime weekend editor Hunter Walker did me a solid. Hunter, be fearless.

The Ultimate Counter-Programming for Football Fans Everywhere, Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl, is finally here. And yes, we're going to do a comprehensive liveblog of it this year. Come join.

Only the cutest thing we've ever seen. We're not quite sure what the rules of play are, but the blimp was manned by hamsters, the cheerleaders were sleepy bunnies, and there was a kitty halftime show. Judge for yourself.

Slow clap for Slate V, who put together the following theoretical Google "commercial" that's ostensibly—at the least—just a concept, and at best, a successful meme. Truth be told, though, Google should consider buying it.

A trend showing women outnumbering men on some college campuses gave the Sunday Styles an excuse to find the worst people at these schools, and quote them. Women get painted as floozies, but men? We're painted as seed-spreading, penis-powered primates.

Made a full ten years ago and no way affiliated with the Will Ferrell vehicle of the same name, Kicking and Screaming is the directorial debut of Noah Baumbach and unless Greenberg is fantastic (can't wait!), it's his best film.

Of all the films to unseat Avatar's domination over the box office, I doubt Dear, John—which I hadn't even heard of until watching cheeseball Sandy Kenyon trash it on Taxi TV last night—was the frontrunner to do so.

So: E!'s running this story today about Justin Timberlake accepting Harvard's Man of the Year award—called the Hasty Pudding award, apparently—and it appears to be part of some joyously homoerotic Ivy League ritual of fun. It looks awesome.

It's Jennifer Anniston's birthday, and she's taking the gang down to Meheeko to party with her maybe-mans. Sandra Bullock knows she's not winning an Oscar. JWoww's boobs, Tiger's dick, Pete Wentz's semen, and more! Presenting your Sunday Morning Gossip Roundup.

Well, this is ironic. Moments after criticizing President Obama as "charismatic guy with a teleprompter" at the National Tea Party convention tonight, Sarah Palin sat down for a Q&A session—and appeared to read notes written on her hand.

It seemed SNL was all about politics tonight, from the opening Fox News parody to a second Don't Ask, Don't Tell discussion in a View sketch. But it was Andy Samberg's obscenity-laden impersonation of Rahm Emanuel that stole the show.

Snowpocalypse '10 is in full effect, and it's ugly. Safeways were ransacked, snow plows were ready for their close-up and my flight to New York was canceled (don't worry, I got another one). The latest casualty? This weatherman's sanity.

Pete Holmes is a jolly, manic, nutjob of a comic. Originally from Chicago, he is currently making a name for himself in NYC. This bit pretty much sums up how most people feel while a a museum.

Gigi Jordan, a multi-million pharmaceutical executive, was found in her $2,300/night suite "babbling incoherently" after trying to commit suicide, while her eight year-old son lay dead next to her. She's being charged with feeding him an overdose of pills.

So, Questlove, drummer of The Roots, decided to post a picture of a curious sign at the NBC cafeteria. It was advertising fried chicken and collard greens as part of a Black History Month menu. It went viral. And now...

How do we know Bill Cosby isn't dead? Just because he said so on his website? Either way, someone obviously didn't read our guide to "dead-ing" people using Twitter. Stupid amateurs.

Terri Cullen, one of the founders of The Wall Street Journal Online, was announced as the wealth management editor at Reuters less than a month ago. Now, she's gone due to a story that required a White House-requested retraction. Huh?

Now that we've resigned the future of printed literature to picture books for adults, we might as well get some good ones: Hipster Puppies are exactly what they sound like. SnookiShop needs to be experienced to be fully appreciated, however.

How badly does NBC just want to put this Whole Conan Thing behind them? Via Peter Kafka at All Things Digital, so badly, they're trying to eradicate all history of it ever having existed from The Internet. What history? Exactly.