COME OUT OF THE CUPBOARD, YOU BOYS AND GIRLS:  Of all the songs to choose to promote London in advance of the 2012 Olympics, are they really using the one about "zombies of death" and "phony Beatlemania"?

THAT IS A VERY GOOD QUESTION, SIR, AND I WOULD COUNTER WITH MY OWN QUESTION, WHICH IS—WHY IS YOUR FACE ALL SWIRLY?  The folks at Gold Derby have compiled the acting performances submitted for Emmy consideration by each nominee along with the six episodes selected for each nominated series.

RYAN MURPHY, A MANIFESTO:

1. Glee is an aspirational show celebrating people unfairly maligned as losers by people who profess to be cool.
2. Glee is a work of art made by an incredibly cool group of talented artists, all of whom are really popular and beloved by everybody who is cool, and all criticisms of Glee are the gripings of uncool, uncreative losers, like that loser Jew nerd perv on our show, what a loser.
3. If you do not like Glee, you are opposed to arts education.
4. Reporters must accurately report what I mean, not what I say, even if I refuse to say what I mean because it is a secret and the public is not allowed to know it yet.
5. If I offer you a spin-off and you refuse it or are really resistant to it and then I tell a reporter you are not returning to Glee and I am terminating all discussions of any spin-off, you have not been fired and you did not just read in the newspaper that I fired you. You just read an accurate quote in a newspaper saying that you will be unable to continue in your current or any other job as a result of a decision that I made.

YIPPEE KAY YAY, MOTHERSMURFER: In "honor" of today's release of The Smurfs (seriously, has there ever been a movie with more people I like that looks worse?) please provide smurfed up versions of famous quotes. Smurfed David Mamet can be quite amusing--"What's my name? Smurf you! That's my name!" There's also "I was born ready. I'm Ron Smurfin' Swanson." Be smurfy, y'all!

TIN ROOF, RUSTED: Apropos of nothing at all, and mindful of the ALOTT5MA Prime Directive, this week's Friday Playlist request is for songs about ceilings, floors, walls and roofs.  (Or rooves).

REGARDING A THING YOU CAN ONLY THROW FROM OUT OF BOUNDS, OR IF YOU'RE THE KEEPER:  I'm hoping to gain some insight from the ALOTT5MA Hive Mind as to who should be the next United States Men's National Soccer Team head coach.

HURDY GURDY, GURDY HE SANG: I've said a bit already about my love of David Fincher's Zodiac; today, Scott Tobias inducts it into The New Cult Canon:

There may be arguments over which David Fincher film is the strongest—the existential noir of his endlessly imitated serial killer movie Seven, the plugged-in portrait of modern masculinity in Fight Club, the Rashomon-like complexity of Facebook’s origins in The Social Network—but there’s no question which is the most Fincherian. That would be Zodiac, his 2007 recounting/reinvestigation of the unsolved Zodiac killer case that gripped the San Francisco Bay area in the late ’60s and early ’70s, then tapered off as the trail went cold. All the qualities associated with Fincher—his dictatorial command over every aspect of the production, his Kubrickian habit of forcing his actors to do dozens of takes, his rigorous attention to detail—are epitomized by Zodiac, an obsessive movie about the nature of obsession.