Blinq | A winner for wit on the Globes

And the award goes to:

The Defamer, for Funniest Blog Commentary on the Golden Globes show, those trophies handed out by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, a group that one insider described to Inquirer movie critic Carrie Rickey as underemployed scribes "who would cross the Alps for a hot dog."

The Defamer called Monday night's three-hour kudofest a "generously lubricated Tinseltown reacharound."

Starting one hour and 18 minutes before the ceremony, we found Joan Rivers on the TV Guide Channel, conducting her annual pregame show, and getting actor James Woods to pretend that he was talking to his dog.

Rivers displayed her signature light touch on the red carpet: "You make a lovely couple," she said to Marc Anthony and Jennifer Lopez. "I hope this one really works."

We leave it to the Defamer to explain why someone would spend the evening longing for another Jack Nicholson reaction shot or a starlet's boozy flub: ". . . Deep in our hearts, we suspect that performers can never possibly be drunk enough, dispirited enough, or engulfed in the raging flames of nullification enough to please us, the jaded kudocast viewer. . . . Settling in for three-plus hours of watching well-dressed famous people handing gilded trinkets to other famous people (who then go on to recite a list of names of still more people, some of them familiar to us) momentarily makes us feel better about the acute lack of attractive celebrities handing us shiny objects in our own, small, tragically un-televised lives."

"Idol" worshipping. What was yesterday? For the blog My Sick Mind, Jan. 16 is not when Ivan the Terrible became czar or when Shackleton's expedition found the magnetic South Pole. It's when American Idol returned for its sixth season. As My Sick Mind put it:

"We're in for another 13 weeks of nonstop nonsense, which begins with infuriatingly bad singers being insulted by a guy who was a complete unknown before he found a career insulting bad singers on TV. Then, we're off to the races, where the next big superstar will swing, gyrate and sing, sing, sing! Oh my God, the singing! Nobody can sing like those Idol contestants! Thank God and Fox (two different things) for bringing us one more hip, talented celebrity to clog up CD racks, do stupid car commercials and create jobs for people who would otherwise be working in record stores or driving limousines."

Bunny: Now, go away. "An intercontinental lip-sync that worked," was Keith Olbermann's review of his split-screen "exclusive," which revealed the two ladies behind "Bunny" - the star of the "My [bleep] in a Box" video parody that's been getting well-clicked on the Web.

"Bunny" is actually Melissa Lamb, the Wharton marketing major shown singing the parody of the Saturday Night Live song, and Leah Kauffman, an Elkins Park native who actually provided the pipes. (Readers of Blinq's online comments section will be deja vuing all over, as a tipster outed Leah midweek.)

In truth, there are many more Philly friends behind the scenes - writers, producers, etc. - who see the novelty song's brief flurry of fame as an opportunity for an extended remix.

Kauffman, a Temple junior who is studying in London, tells MSNBC that her pals were laughing about the SNL "My [bleep] in a Box" skit that Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg performed about making presents of their manhood, and how funny it might be from a woman's point of view.

Kauffman started writing with Philly producer Rick Fredrich, who recorded the track. Another Penn product, a guy named Ben (no last name, he asked, to protect his day job), got the project moving, and recruited Lamb via a Craigslist ad, according to the blog Eat the Press, which reported that he and Melissa wrote the video together.

The Worst TV Ad of the Year. Much of my morning is spent opening up bookmarks to scope out the daily catches in the blog pond, which is how I got to Metafilter, and Mental Floss, and Awful Commercials. Which is how I got to The Worst Television Ad of the Year - "Apply Directly to Forehead." I have no clue what the product does. But the ad gives you a headache. To see for yourself, go to http://blogs.philly.com/blinq.