• ABC to give Cupid another shot; Rob Thomas to resurrect Jeremy Piven series — I loved this show.

• Kevin Dillon counts on 301; Entourage actor set for sword spoof — genius casting

• Suicide missions: Fortune goes inside the CAA Death Star

• Topshop signs a New York lease — It’s coming! It’s coming!

• How did Serbia become a tennis powerhouse? — With the retirement of Kim Clijsters, Ana Ivanovic is now my favorite female tennis player. Novak Djokovic is on my top 5 list for the men’s side.

• Childhood fantasies: Man builds secret apartment at the mall, gets away with it for four years — This guy lived my dream. I will be watching his movies in depth when I have more time.

• Just give us the damn map — I dream of a better subway system.

• Scribe Moffat on Tintin case — I’ve never read Tintin, so I honestly have no idea whether or not this project is cool or not. However, Steven Moffat being hired by Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson is actually really freaking awesome. Well done, him.

• Crap email from a dude: [I] know I have let you down…you deserve better results — This is the best crap email from a dude yet.

• Phillies, Rockies make unlikely pair

• A cult classic, restored again — I will be attending the rerelease of Blade Runner this Friday as part of a group field trip.

• John Edwards banks on sincerity

• Angelinos’ new refrain: “I Love [Downtown] LA” — “Because until recently, most of downtown L.A. at night looked like the set for a zombie movie.” Well, yes, now it’s more like a vampire movie. Via Blogdowntown.

• Fall into nightlife — LA Downtown News gives a rundown of bars, etc., in my neighborhood.

• The marriage is over, but the show goes on — “On July 26 The Hollywood Reporter released its first “Latino Power 50” list, highlighting Hollywood’s behind-the-scenes male and female Latino talent. Mr. Rodriguez was third on the list; Ms. Avellan wasn’t included, or even mentioned in Mr. Rodriguez’s entry.” For personal reasons, this is a crack-up.

• Lois Maxwell, 80, an actress who played in 14 Bond films, dies

• The legacy of Hollywood’s favorite sci-fi writer — Philip K. Dick’s kids have their own production company nowadays to handle movie versions of their dad’s writing.

• Cookie nirvana — These vegan cookies apparently taste just like Samoas. I’m all about it.

• The three year itch — “While divorce rates here [here = UK] are the lowest they have been since 1984, figures from the Office for National Statistics show that the crunch time for both married and cohabiting couples going their separate ways is now most likely to be after three or four years.” I love a study.

• My so-called gossipy life — The privileged children of New York discuss Gossip Girl.

• The ultimate guide to locally made LA chocolate — My friend Cybele wrote this guide for Gridskipper.

• Chloe Sevigny, The Early Years — Vintage Sassy editorial. I remember this one, because Chloe seemed so effortlessly cool. She does an amazing job as judgmental Nicki on Big Love. She’s the reason I [sometimes] watch the show.

• Let’s Do Lunch, Now That There’s Somewhere to Do It — Top Chef’s top judge Tom Colicchio brings Craft to L.A. Why? Because Bryan Lourd asked him to. right, then.

• Epic Comic Book Series Is Animated for DVD — Darwyn Cooke’s The New Frontier is now an animated movie. Cooke fought to keep Lois Lane and Wonder Woman in the film. Sidebar. When I was a kid, female action figures were, like, impossible to find. Target had Black Canary, Zatanna, Jean Grey and Emma Frost in stock this weekend. It was pretty sweet.

• Standards of Beauty: Why Is Straight Hair the Epitome of “Style”? — Jezebel responds to that NYTimes article.

• Working Girls — Also per Jezebel, 9 to 5 is Broadway-bound, and Allison Janney is participating in the workshop as Violet. epic.

On Thursday night, I went out to watch the Mets beat up the Dodgers (13-9). Sadly, my favorite Met, Lastings Milledge, had the night off. Also, I ate garlic fries.

On Friday, I went to the El Rey to see The Bird and the Bee with friends. Lowlight of the show was when a trashed Sia (seriously, girl looked like an epileptic Stevie Wonder) joined the bird for a bossanova cover of “How Deep Is Your Love” (I can scarcely believe it myself) during the encore.

After the concert, we went to a Ralph’s in Koreatown just about midnight to purchase the last Harry Potter book. No lines, plus I got Ziplocs & Lean Cuisines (5 roasted vegetable pizzas for $10, hot damn)! After breakfast and errands on Saturday morning, I read both books 6 & 7. Shitty ending.

Sunday was for more errands. IKEA. I just don’t ever want to go to IKEA again.

• Teens “say e-mail is, like, soooo dead” — a little bit makes me weep. I like having super fast access to backdata through email archiving. IM logs don’t work nicely enough, and sms logs? forget it. Teens: I shake my fist at you.

• Twiistup 2 in Venice Aug. 8th — Last night was the Geek Dinner, an outgrowth of BarCamp LA, at Galanga in WeHo. I met some interesting people, but more importantly, I had some crazy good food. I ordered the “garlic” entree with beef. Classic. Galanga is dry, so BYOB if you go. They do make a mean strawberry lemonade.

• Tiffany Bridge’s standup from last weekend — go Tiff

• It’s All Good in the Hood — Queen Michelle reports on hoods for F/W 07/08. I adore the white Chalayan.

• Fresh Fare Loves to Talk About Fresh Fare’s Opening — Downtown L.A. is getting its first supermarket when the Ralph’s [finally] opens on Friday. I also received my invitation in the mail yesterday; it cleverly included an application for a club card so one can make the sign up process that much faster. I thought I had found interim supermarket joy at the Vons on Vermont & 3rd the other day, but it took me three stoplight cycles to make a freaking left (which I would have needed to do from any exit point). The joy of Sierra Nevada on sale was stymied by the slowness of exiting. Do I not seem stressed for time?

• Suspiria cemetery screening on Jul. 21st — Ordinarily, I’d be all about a Suspiria screening, but cemeteries are kinda creepy and sitting cross-legged on dirt for several hours doesn’t particularly thrill me.

And what we’ve learned today, boys and girls, is that I’m a crotchety, old thing.