Since it debuted last summer, all of our friends have been constantly on our case to watch Mad Men. "It's great!" they told us. "It stars a lovable asshole, was created by a bald dude, and airs on Sunday nights," three qualities that make it pretty much unmissable in our book. Problem was, with the day-to-day rigors of keeping up a culture blog, we never had a chance to watch the DVDs — until this week, that is, when our nation's entertainers conspired to not make any actual news.

Sure, The Dark Knight broke a few records, a band of evil robots tried to annihilate humanity, and we accused New Yorker book critic James Woods of raising an army to wipe out adjective-loving literati (a charge which he did not deny). But while Ne-Yo e-mailed with Michael Jackson, Christian Bale talked smack to a clown, and Screech signed a deal to write what's sure to be the world's greatest tell-all, we still miraculously found time to get through half of the DVDs in the Mad Men box set by Wednesday! Man, that Pete Campbell is a total prick!

Also, Kirsten Dunst accused Johnny Depp of acting with earbuds, Chris Carter threatened to give J.J. Abrams a wedgie, Rick Ross forgot to tell us he used to be a prison guard, and Joss Whedon and Neil Gaiman called to rap with us. Still, we soldiered on. With all the time we saved by not reading Catch-22, we even took a few book recommendations from Don Draper (did we mention he's just as handsome in person?). Anyway, we're finally caught up now, so bring on season two! We sure hope they have AMC in Canada.