Today at Flavorpill, we wondered whether guerrilla artists eating meatballs out of potholes are madmen or geniuses. We drank our morning joe out of Mona Lisa coffee cup in solidarity with this installation and ogled more pictures taken by the Hubble space telescope. We wondered how good of a speller Marilyn Monroe was (or how awesome of an editor she must have had). We got super bummed to hear that Lily Humphrey/Bass/Van Der Woodsen/Rhodes might have An Illness, and cracked up at the cheesiest guitarists of all time. We were simultaneously impressed and skeeved out by this “chillingly precise” junior version of The Hills and thanked our lucky stars we’ve never gotten such a sassy intern application. (It would also be denied, and posted on the internet.) We were, yet again, disappointed in Courtney. And then we watched a mini-clip to promote the upcoming season of HBO’s True Blood, at which point we got rilly, rilly excitable again. See it after the jump.