It's officially summer, not because of any sort of improvement in the weather or the alignments of the planets, but because last night I found myself involuntarily watching three episodes of Friends in a row on TBS because there was nothing else on. Final season Friends, too, so it's not like it was even any good. (Maybe it's the residual stink of "Joey"'s failure, but Matt LeBlanc kind of creeps me out now.)

But I have a plan to stave off any repeats of that debacle, and it even includes shows not starring Heidi Klum and Tim Gunn. It's a Netflix orgy of shows that I've somehow missed or always meant to catch. Here's the run down:

• Lost. 20 million people can't be wrong — except about American Idol. And elections. Oops.
• Undeclared. Judd Apatow, funny man. College, good times. Cancelled before its time, they say.
• Sports Night. To psyche myself up even further for Studio 60 and my inevitable huge disappointment, I'm taking a refresher in All Things Aaron Sorkin.
• Firefly. Can't… let… go… of… Buffy… (but not going to start on Angel. Down that road lies madness.)
• Wonderfalls. Someone said it was good once?
• Deadwood. Kristen Bell guest stars! 
• Jeeves & Wooster. Dr. House, the early years. (Last summer I watched all four seasons of Blackadder, and highly, highly recommend it.)

This is an ambitious list, but I have the courage and fortitude to power through at least one or two of these series.

Any other suggestions? Any of these you think I'm better off skipping?

I know I’ve pimped out Kathy Griffin before, but I just wanted everyone to remember that tonight is the season premiere of her reality show, “My Life on the D-List.”

Here’s a little teaser of her talking about “Being Bobby Brown.”