To kick off our favorite night of scripted television comedy, here's a gallery of our favorite mashups from NBC's Thursday night shows. No Jay Leno included.

Click to viewAn Army soldier killed twelve people and wounded 31 at the Ft. Hood Army post in Killeen, Texas. The shooter has been killed, but two suspected conspirators, also soldiers, are in custody.

The Way We Live Now: Too insidery. Business was better in the old days, when you used to be able to make money at it. We're bringing it back, throwback style: Crime, big bonuses, and screwing the natives, huzzah!

Goldman Sachs and Citigroup have obtained a total of 1,400 doses of swine flu vaccine from the city of New York, while many pediatricians wait for doses. On the other hand, money is more important than babies.

[Looks like the cash-strapped Annie Leibovitz sold her likeness rights to Chloe Sevigny, who was seen impersonating the photog's signature rumpled look in L.A. last night. Image via X17]

Do you love to feel the gentle wind? But does it play tricks on you? You can now enjoy lifting a skirt on iPhone!

The growing insider trading scandal involving hedge funds has made its way to the offices of SAC Capital, the firm founded by one of the industry's most powerful figures, Zamboni-loving billionaire Steve Cohen. One of the 14 new defendants charged today, Richard Choo Beng Lee, seems to have started his crime spree when he was employed by SAC. [BI, Reuters]

Jim Windolf skewers Cute Culture: "It privileges the inner child, who, necessarily, has awful taste."

Reason contributor Greg Beato has a fascinating analysis of conservative baby-mogul Andrew Breitbart's content deal with Reuters—every time Breitbart.com links to a Reuters story, his cash register rings. And maybe every time Drudge links to one, too.

You might know Google owns YouTube, GMail, GChat, Google News, Google Docs and Google Reader, but the full privacy impact probably hasn't hit you until you look at the information from all those services condensed into one place, on this dashboard thing. Oh look, it's the last person you chatted with, the last person you emailed, the last video you watched, the last news search you ran, the last Google search, the last image search, the last video search, the last document you authored and maybe what you're buying your wife for Christmas.

The New York Times (of journalism) is openly encouraging readers to submit questions for Big Bird, a fictional character. Here are some of the most incisive. They come from children, we hope.

Former NY Times food critic Frank Bruni has signed a schmancy deal to bring his memoir Born Round to the small screen. What actor is going to play the tortured former fatty?

And now, your daily moment of "WTF."

Google is trying to break into the music business. But the squeaky-clean company is aiming at a very grungy market, as Oscar de la Renta-wearing VP Marissa Mayer discovered during a recent — ultimately contentious — radio appearance.

Bernard Kerik pleads guilty to fraud charges (including "the head shot"); faces 33-month sentence.

In your thumping Thursday media column: Glenn Beck does not die on the operating table, more rumor-details on the Essence layoffs, Fortune and SI get hacked, and a dying newspaper goes glossy, for unknown reasons.

Time Warner started cutting costs across its Time Inc. publishing division this week and is hoping to save as much as $100 million by paring back expenses and slashing several hundred jobs. One way the company could have made up the difference without sacrificing any of its employees? By selling off the three Gulfstream jets it owns!

Just like Murdoch to go and ruin everything for everyone. Just when the studios had a great excuse with this recession thing to slash salaries and fire everyone in sight, along comes Rupert singing "Happy Days are Here Again."

It's hard to choose who to pity here: the traumatized fish? Or the emasculated German teenager, caught on video as he cries out for mommy's help?

God, this show has really gone downhill. Instead of the singing and dancing that we love, they filled McKinley High with a bunch of old chefs sitting and bitching. It was way more knife skills than jazz hands. Bleck.