More on that uplifting story about a Heparin overdose administered by accident to Dennis Quaid's newborn twins at Cedars Sinai. (We thought that massive Star of David on top of the hospital was supposed to ward off such mishaps. Time to wrap the whole building in 45 miles of red string.) "Thomas Boone and Zoe Grace are in stable condition. But a well-placed source at Cedars tells us they are 'still very concerned because of the bleed out,' adding they won't know for another week if the mistake will cause 'longterm effects.'" [TMZ]

We can't say we were surprised that Dr. Jan Adams, the tele-friendly plastic surgeon who performed twin procedures on Donda West the night before she died, would grant his first interview to bony-shouldered broadcast legend Larry King. Wriggling free from the CNN interviewer's trademark softballs and tenuous grasp of the facts on any subject plopped before him, after all, is a damage-control rite of passage for celebrities who suddenly find them tumbling down shit-filled rapids without a life-vest or paddle.

Once alerted that there would be delicious scones (courtesy of the generous cater-agents of CAA) at yesterday's WGA Solidarity March on Hollywood Blvd., there was no way to keep Defamer videographer/sweet-toothed pastry-junkie Molly McAleer from rushing to the scene of the 4,000-protestor strong rally. And while she mercifully kept the throng's snacking activities off-camera (nobody wants to watch video of writers eating—anyone who's seen a sitcom staff attack the craft services table during a runthrough knows what we're talking about), she did entice a number of Guild picketers to share their favorite strike anthems, all of which exhibited a lyrical complexity that eclipsed the work of featured performer Alicia Keys.

In a bravura performance sure to catch the attention of producers and casting directors dining nearby, television superstar David Hasselhoff demonstrated the well-honed acting chops he hopes will land him gigs more artistically demanding than passing judgment on people who can play the accordion with their feet on America's Got Talent: "Spies at the Polo Lounge in the Beverly Hills Hotel spotted Hasselhoff yelling and cursing at two companions at his lunch table Friday afternoon. One witness said Hasselhoff, after complaining about his career, stormed out as nearby patrons stared. Hasselhoff's publicist Judy Katz, who famously blamed his 2006 Heathrow meltdown on antibiotics, confirmed he had lunch there with his agent, but firmly denied that any unpleasantries were exchanged." [Page Six]

The picketers (and, we suspect, pretty much everyone else who works in Hollywood) are off for the day and en route to wherever they're celebrating Thanksgiving, but we've still got enough links for one last pre-holiday round-up:

· The studios once again take a shot at getting their side of the ongoing contract dispute onto the YouTubes, this time wisely choosing a more persuasive messenger than Leave the AMPTP Alone Guy.
· Bill Nye the Science Guy vs. His Fake, Gardening-Poisoning Wife.
· The paparazzi are failing to show proper respect for the pregnant Christina Aguilera's baby-making parts.
· Report: Britney Spears devirginized at 14—and not by Justin Timberlake. Your world has officially been rocked.

How in the great and powerful Oz's name it took this long to get the Munchkins a star on the Walk of Fame is beyond us, but today, that wrong was reversed, as seven of the nine surviving diminutive residents of Munchkinland were finally granted their rightful plot on Hollywood's legendary urine-stained road. (They've been especially busy around town lately, with three of them—Jerry Maren, Mickey Carroll and Karl Slover—handing out Dunkin' Donut Munchkin hole treats along with their support to WGA picketers outside NBC.)

[Note: UPDATE after the jump!] In what represents a clear snacking downgrade from the delicious, piping hot churros that had previously won CAA near-universal acclaim from the striking-writer community, the evil agenting monolith's conspicuously overdressed, munchie-proferring emissaries were spotted at this afternoon's Hollywood Blvd. Solidarity March distributing—audible gasp!—scones.

While we usually delight in using this space to bring people together, Defamer Connections is occasionally called upon to step in and lend a hand in prying a stalker and their celebrity prey apart. Never, though, have we encountered an instance like the following—a curious reversal of the traditional male/female, celeb/stalker dynamics, in which a local gymgoer has turned to the Craigslist Bureau of Ships in the Night to address heightening concerns over the hungry eyes of Rachel "Formerly of The O.C., Tomorrow, Who Knows?" Bilson. The posting:

Should this "Green Team" video, featuring the environmentally friendly, rape-crazed antics of Will Ferrell, Adam McKay and John C. Reilly, achieve Landlordesque viral penetration, "I have a murder-boner!" will soon become the most-invoked catchphrase at our nation's finest fraternity parties. [Funny or Die]

· Music round-up: Tsk Tsk at the Scene; Isis at the Troubadour; Silverchair at the Wiltern.
· Charlene Yi, Harris Wittels, Michael Cassady and Paul Rust plan on blowing the roof off the Steve Allen Theater with their Greatest Rock and Roll Show in the world. (It should be noted that these are comedians, not real practitioners of the dark hair-metal arts.) [via flavorpill]
· If we told you that William Shatner is going to be at Book Soup signing his latest Star Trek novel, would that make your phaser (set to stun, hopefully) spontaneously fire in your pants? Of course it would.

PrivacyWatch celebrity sightings are submitted by our readers, and are posted several times a week, so send them in often. Submit yours to tips[AT]defamer.com (please put "sighting" or "PrivacyWatch" in the subject line so we don't lose them) and tell everyone about the time you spotted Leave Britney Alone Guy enjoying cocktails in his adoptive homeland.

As you pour yourself the first of the countless glasses of whiskey that will allow you to survive yet another Thanksgiving feast with the dysfunctional clan whose lack of support and grudgingly given affection drove you to seek out a life in Hollywood, Star editor Bonnie Fuller asks that you consider the even more distressing plight of your celebrity betters. If you can't even endure a meal with your relatives without an emotion-blunting buzz on, how can you expect Angelina Jolie, whose family dynamics are undoubtedly far more turbulent than your own, to weather a sure-to-be-tense Turkey Day at Brad Pitt's parent's house without suffering a nervous breakdown? Blogs Fuller:

A Defamer operative browsing the fine in-flight literature in his seat-pocket library just sent in this blurry cameraphone image of the current edition of American Airlines' ON magazine, where he was understandably startled to find superproducer Brian Grazer's face smiling back at him. (Click the pic for a bigger version; if you still have trouble reading the text, it says: MOVIE MAKER: What do a mermaid, an astronaut, and a Harlem drug lord have in common? Brian Grazer.")

Stripped of her staff of writers, The Ellen DeGeneres Show manages to keep things lively using segments that require no words at all: Just the eagle eyes of an audience-scanning producer who can pick out nobodies who look like somebodies, and within seconds paste together a side-by-side guaranteed to have everyone else rolling in the aisles. (Come to think of it, that kind of sounds like our job description.) It's all good fun, until a red-faced P.A. was forced to point out that the Tom Bosley look-alike was in fact Tom Bosley, who's taken to filling the long, unoccupied afternoons with Burbank talk show tapings.

All of this strike-provided idle time seems like a perfect opportunity for reflection on the WGA protests of the past; while Var revisited The Big One of '88 today, the LAT invites one of the America's Next Top Model story editors who found himself without a job following last year's Guild-orchestrated walkout to relive his experiences on that ill-fated, but attractively staffed , picket line. [LAT]

Just as some optimistic and industrious Shark assistants turned the strike to their advantage, rolling up their shirtsleeves to whip up a refreshing batch of Nick Counter-Eats-Farts-erade, there are the rare silver linings to the ongoing work-stoppage, not the least of which was a benefit live performance of an all-new episode of 30 Rock, performed last night by the show's cast for a lucky audience at New York's Upright Citizen's Brigade theater. (The evening before, SNL players performed two-hours' worth of too-hot-for-TV sketches in the same space.) The Rock blog reports have already begun to roll in, breathlessly describing the electrifying atmosphere around the once-in-a-lifetime sitcom-happening, while dutifully adhering to Tina Fey's requests not to divulge any plot points of the already-taped show. ("'Cause, you know, the show's kind of like Heroes.") A round-up from around the web:
· The show was "ridiculously awesome," as much for the actual episode as for the luxury of being able to be catch a rare glimpse at the cast's table-read-only displays of mutual appreciation, including Alec Baldwin cracking up "at the word 'tampon' and Tracy Morgan shaking his head laughing at a Jane Krakowski deaf joke." [BWE]

·The strike indefinitely delays two more star-studded productions, with Johnny Depp's Shantaram and Nine, Chicago director Rob Marshall's next musical (with Javier Bardem and Penelope Cruz), having their planned early-2008 start dates postponed. [Variety]
· The WGA agrees not to picket Paramount on December 1st, answering Elizabeth Taylor's appeal not to interfere with her benefit performance of "Love Letters" with all their loud chanting and potentially legend-upstaging strike-dancing. [Variety]
· Meanwhile, CBS News employees have overwhelmingly authorized a strike of their own, allowing the WGA to fight a two-front war if it so chooses. [Variety]

In an unprecedented move that threatens to undermine the sacred premise of future installments of ABC's blockbuster TV-matchmaking franchise The Bachelor, America's heart was cleaved in twain as Brad Womack (billed repeatedly as The Sexiest Bachelor Yet!) refused to pretend that he'd fallen for any of this season's desperate-for-companionship contestants and offer one of the show's trademark, temporary-commitment-affirming engagement rings to either finalist, walking away from the the series finale as a single man.

Dennis Quaid's newborn twins have reportedly been given a dose of 1000 times too much of the blood-thinning drug Heparin at Cedars Sinai (along with 13 other patients) after a mix-up over where the drug is typically stored. [TMZ]