So you think that a supporting player from Twin Peaks turning out at the polls was a Lynchian experience? You don't know Lynchian until you've seen him getting out to vote in the Valley:

Reports from our city's polling places are still trickling in. This time a bite-sized actor from a prominent Scientologist family is caught exercising his right to vote.

A reader notices a potential problem for Lily Tomlin's publicity team while voting in the Valley:

While we stepped out to renew our supply of cheap whiskey in plastic bottle with cartoon hobos on them, some celebrity voting sightings rolled in. No A-list whales have been spotted yet, so we'll just have to make due with the likes of Blair Underwood and Henry Rollins for now.

We must acknowledge our friends at LAist both for bringing the "Erection Day" marquee at the Tomkat theater to everyone's attention, as well as for their description of the WeHo skin-flick emporium as the "ArcLight of gay porn." We like to think of it as "The Grove of sodomy," but we could play the name game all day, and there are exit polls to watch. Oh, that sounds kind of dirty, doesn't it?

· FX seems to be banking on a prolonged presence in Iraq, ordering on-the-front-lines war drama Over
There from Steven Bochco. [THR]
· Expensive NBC CGI disaster Father of the Pride is "temporarily" shelved for November sweeps, but the network promises unaired episodes "will be back" in December. Either that or Jeff Zucker will instead light two million dollars in cash on fire in front of NBC's offices in memory of each unseen show. Variety, sub. req'd.]

Our celebrity voter-spotting campaign is up and running, as a report from the eastside starts us off with some Lynchian flavor:

Michael Ovitz emerged from the final day of his Hollywood Trial of the Century testimony feeling "really good" that his five days of complaining about Disney's corporate culture, pining for his ruined relationship with Michael Eisner, and failed attempts at attorney mind-control helped to repair his damaged reputation in the entertainment industry. Really, he probably couldn't have done anything to further erode that reputation short of roaming the Delaware countryside to castrate every resident's first-born son and knock up their wives. Now that his testimonial obligations are over, the local authorities should probably escort Ovitz back to his private jet just to make sure he doesn't self-destructively try to undo any of the "progress" he made at the trial.

Well, we made it. The babies have all been eaten and The Most Important Election In The History Of Elections is finally here. Even though anybody who's anybody has exercised their right to vote early, some socially-conscious A-land B-list stragglers are bound to show up at your local polling places. So when you sneak out of the office to participate in the democratic process, keep those eagle-eyes scanning the voting line and let us know who you saw casting their knee-jerk Hollywood liberal ballots, and we'll keep a running report on democracy in action. Happy voting!

The LAT reports that Sherry Lansing, chairwoman of risk-averse remake factory Paramount Pictures, will step down after her contract expires at the end of next year. Like all studio lame ducks who want to watch every last contractual dollar transfer into their bank accounts, Lansing will hang around the lot long enough to help look for a successor. But it won't be so easy to fill the "pioneer" Lansing's coon-skin cap, as Columbia head Amy Pascal notes that "She's been a pioneer … making movies that nobody else would make. She always listened to her inner voice." These days that inner voice was telling the trailblazer to go around planting her flag in other people's old movies, like The Stepford Wives and The Manchurian Candidate. And maybe it's time for us to completely beat this metaphor into the ground by saying it's a good thing she's getting off the wagon train before the new corporate Injuns scalped her.

Blogger A Fly On The Wall emerges from a long hiatus to reveal that George Clooney has joined the ranks of celebrity bloggers. Clooney's not blogging to tattle about who he saw doing lines off a tranny stripper in David Geffen's bathroom; with the election looming, he's gone the poli-blogging route. We can't quite get a lock on his politics, though, as entries with noncommittal titles like "How Dick Cheney Helped Saddam
Gas Thousands of Women and Children" and "Let's Not Forget George Bush's Terrorist Friend" leave only cryptic clues to the actor's ideological leanings. If the blog is indeed Clooney's work, someone ought to tell him that if he wants to cultivate a readership, he's really got to develop a point of view.

The LAT is the latest publication to take note of NBC's ratings collapse and take a swipe at the King Peacock himself, Jeff Zucker. A somewhat chastened Zucker is surprisingly candid about his network's recent fanny-paddling at the hands of his rivals:

1. McSweeney's-endorsed author Merrill Feitell reads from her collection of short stories Here Beneath Low-Flying Planes at Dutton's Brentwood Bookstore. Would an intellectual wasteland allow such an event to take place on its soil? Probably not, so the event might be a secret. Shhh. We wouldn't want the city's book burning department to show up.
2. Q and Not U and Erase Errata play the Troubadour, but if you're short on cash or would rather direct those ticket funds into alcohol consumption, the Frasudots start their free November Monday night residency at Spaceland.
3. Did you know today is World Vegan Day? We didn't. We also didn't know that anyone actually lives in Tarzana, where the WVD celebration is taking place. Please excuse our ignorance of both matters by checking it out.

Naomi Gyllenhaal, the screenwriter who brought us Running on Empty and the Hollywood mom who brought us dreamy-eyed star Jake and sister Maggie, suddenly finds herself in that rarest of positions: in the midst of a middle-age writing career resurgence. (Though not, of course, due to the the heat on her kids. Perish the thought!) And even though the Gyllenhaal clan finds L.A. lacking in the kind of the intellectual refinement that only the writer of Losing Isaiah can adequately appreciate, you know, they'll keep cashing those studio sharecropping checks:

If you were worried that Ashlee Simpson was so distraught over her lip-syncing cataclysm that the next time we heard about her would involve reports of grief-stricken hari kiri on the needle atop the Capitol Records building, worry no more: a reader saw her taking in a movie in Sherman Oaks last night.

Gay baseball player theatre piece Take Me Out began with debate about star Jeremy Sisto's foreskin, and as the final curtain closes on the production, a reader speculates that all of the cut-or-uncut hubbub might've been a clever way to distract from the real story: co-star Bryce Johnson's huge nuts.

"Old and decrepit" Los Angeles resident Adam Levine learns that fans of the teeny-bopper lust object/Maroon 5 singer that shares his name don't know that celebrities generally aren't listed in the phone book. The "wrong" Levine is sharing his frustration with the world by posting the misdirected fan phone messages on his website, most of which devolve into cries of Tiger Beat generational disbelief or sexual overtures. Some of our favorites:

· Just in time for the election, DreamWorks buys the pitch Motorcade, about an assault on a president's um, motorcade on a visit to L.A. [Variety, sub. req'd.]
· It's official: divorcees are the new, bickering sitcom gays: CBS backs another divorce sitcom, this one from Will & Grace writer Kari Lizer. [THR]
· ABC orders a full season of Wife Swap, which they call "the unsung hero" their fall schedule. Destroying the remnants of the nuclear family and damaging children on national television has rarely been so heroic! [Variety,
sub. req'd.]
· Not even Halloween can stop the Desperate Housewives Nielsen juggernaut, as the show pulls its best ratings to date. Who knows how many children were lost because their parents let them trick-or-treat unchaperoned while they watched ABC mock their suburban existence? [THR]
· Paramount continues its noble resistance to original ideas, signing Gerard Depardieu to join Queen Latifah and LL Cool J (say what?) in the recycled British comedy The Last Holiday. [THR]

The Church of Scientology has come out kicking and screaming to stop Proposition 63, which would tax Californians making more than $1 million a year to pay for mental-health programs. It seems that combination of increasing taxes on Scientology's high-earning breadwinners and using that money to fund the "same psycho-pharma racket whose proliferation of mind-altering, violence-inducing drugs on our schoolchildren in recent decades has fueled the explosion of school violence fatalities" has put a bee in their brainwashing bonnet.

Friday's courtroom action in The Hollywood Trial of the Century saw a cross-examination weary Michael Ovitz get cranky with plaintiff's attorney Steven Schulman. An embattled Ovitz had no choice but to reflexively resort to the kind of Jedi mind tricks that once had made him "the most powerful man in Hollywood" when repeatedly questioned about his sale of a private jet to Disney during his tenure as president. Unforunately for Ovitz, it seems that his mind-clouding powers have been dulled by his years away from the agenting trenches: