Can He Be Killed By Eddie Vedder?: Nah, Eddie never killed anyone. The video for "Silver Bullets," the first single of Edie Sedgwick's new LP Love Gets Lovelier Every Day is making the rounds on the YouTubes, and it's kind of epic.

Oh, Jimmy: Mad Men isn't returning for Season Five until early 2012. In the mean time, the new television season is lousy with late-50s-early-60s knockoffs. ABC has Pan Am, NBC has The Playboy Club—don't worry, they'll probably be gone before you can say "midseason replacement." But first up is BBC America's The Hour, a news-and-espionage piece set in a 1950s BBC newsroom starring The Wire's Dominic West. WaPo TV critic Hank Stuever got a peek and calls the first episodes "lethargic and confusing." Goddamnit, McNulty.

Yesterday on Arts Desk: The long lost album by Emperor X. Gold Leaf Studios announces closing, and Fischer stumbles into some real estate news. And Dischord actually gets paid when HBO uses a Minor Threat song on Entourage.

Ron Charles vs. the Robots: Heading up WaPo Book World today is Ron Charles' disappointed review of Robopocalpyse, the second novel by Daniel H. Wilson, a scientific satirist who actually holds a Ph.D. in advanced robotics. Wilson's literary corpus, however, suggests he is putting that knowledge to work by aiming to do for robots what Max Brooks did for zombies—his first book was 2005's non-fiction How to Survive a Robot Uprising. But Robopocalypse, Charles writes, "sounds like a jalopy clanked together from spare parts of The Terminator, Logan’s Run, Westworld, Maximum Overdrive and Independence Day." And the Village People save the world. Sounds bad. The Steven Spielberg-directed adaptation is due out in 2013.

It's Not the Department of Justice. It's HBO: Attorney General Eric Holder spent yesterday afternoon at a seminar on preventing child exploitation, with celebrity cred from Wendell Pierce, Sonja Sohn, and Jim True-Frost—I mean Bunk, Kima, and Prez. At the end of his serious remarks on the topic at hand, Holder used his guests' presence to implore David Simon and Ed Burns to get their heads out of the Bayou and give us more Baltimore stories. "Do another season of The Wire," Reuters reported Holder saying. "If you don’t do a season, do a movie. We’ve done HBO movies, this is a series that deserves a movie. I want another season or I want a movie. I have a lot of power Mr. Burns and Mr. Simon.”

Coming Up on Arts Desk: Grousing ahead of the Kennedy Center-Washington National Opera merger; the Hill Country Barbecue Concert Series; a thorough guide to every cover The Dismemberment Plan dropped into "OK Joke's Over" during the reunion tour.

Speaking of the Great Icy North, Sarah Godfrey notes that MuchMusic, the Canadian answer to MTV, is days away from launching a new version of RapCity that will likely bear little sonic resemblance (i.e., way too much Drake) to the BET program of the same name that ran from 1989 to 2009. But take heart, not all the news from Canada is bad. (h/t Maura)

Godfrey also took a look yesterday at the musical side careers of former stars of The Wire, including songs by Idris Elba (Stringer Bell), Tray Chaney (Poot Carr), Lance Reddick (Lt. Col. Deputy Acting Commissioner Cedric Daniels), Felicia Pearson (Snoop), and Anwan "Big G" Glover (Slim Charles). Unfortunately it appears Isiah Whitlock Jr., better known as State Sen. Clay Davis has not recorded any tracks, but there's at least one YouTube remix featuring his signature phrase:

More HBO news from Baltimore! The Sun reports that In the Loop director Armando Ianucci is filming a pilot there next month about a female vice president to be played by Julia Louis-Dreyfus. Tentatively called VEEP, the show is prompting Maryland Gov. Tommy Carcetti Martin O'Malley to brag that "Maryland has had a long and successful relationship with HBO."

Arts Desker Steve Kiviat has some more thoughts on the recent slate of Wammie nominations, notably the complete omission of metal bands and the Washington Area Music Association's apparent pay-to-play habits.

Moombahton Massive 2 goes down at U Street Music Hall tonight with D.C. expat Dave Nada.

And a local artist, Michael Enn Sirvet, designed a dining room table for Michael Jordan that features 32,292 tiny holes representing Jordan's career point total, Maura Judkis reports. Presumably drilling as many holes as instances Jordan got away with blatant traveling would have consumed the entire table.

American Idol is back with its new hosts, I'm told by both Mike Allen's Playbook and WaPo's Lisa de Moraes. In case you were afraid the revised lineup of judges would be boring, the new panel of Jennifer Lopez, Steven Tyler, and Randy Jackson is about as exciting as Seacrest out.

*Elizabeth Berkley plans to write a self-help book to help boost young girls' self-esteem. Presumably it'll skip the whole section about doing a movie where you snort coke, have sex in a pool, and push the lead showgirl down the stairs so you can take her place in a topless Vegas extravaganza. Though hopefully it will reference this little "live and learn" nugget from the greatest moment in the best series that ever aired on television:

*Joss Whedon is almost probably pretty close to maybe definitely directing Marvel's latest superheroes flick, The Avengers.

*Nicki Minaj announces she's pulling out of Rihanna's summer tour to work on her own debut album. Ke$ha remains on the bill. (If the three of them recorded a song together, it'd be the best worst catchy song ever.)

*A blog called Stupid Fight determines which celebrity followers are more... well, stupid. Qualifiers for the less astute include calculating the number of excess exclamation points, "OMG"s and the like. According to some recent battles, Lady Gaga fans are dumber than followers of Justin Bieber, Insane Clown Posse's fans are more intelligent than those who tweet Green Day, and Slayer and Metallica fans are pretty evenly matched. (Rachel Maddow fans come out on top when up against Glenn Beck, and Stephen Fry's fans are pretty smart when compared to Kim Kardashian's "dumb as a bag of hammers" crowd.)

*HBO announces its newest drama Treme has already been renewed for a second season. Is anyone truly surprised this new series is also awesome?

*Producer DJ Premier says Kanye West is ditching electro and going back to pure hip-hop for his fifth album.

*Scissor Sisters announce via Twitter that they'll have a new album out at the end of June.

*That TV show about awkward singers with the high ratings and a cast of continually skyrocketing popularity came back from its hiatus last night. So if you don't want to read about Glee, I suggest you steer away from your Facebook feed.

While half the town spends the weekend on wordplay (Ed. note: What do you call sledding with strangers in D.C.? Snowcial networking! I know, OK, I'm sorry), the rest of us will be hunkered down indoors, twiddling with the thermostat and checking to see whether it's June yet.

Ah, we know what you're asking: But how will the Fabulous People at City Paper spend their snow-dusted Saturday? Wonder no further, readers; below the jump, please find our respective cultural agendae for the blizz.

Andrew Beaujon: My wife rented Zombieland from Redbox, so that seems like it's on; we still have a couple Spanish movies that we haven't gotten through, plus the Almodóvar box set I got for Christmas. Obviously the kids can't see those, so we've got a couple DVDs from the library for them. And Sunday is the Super Bowl.

Jonathan L. Fischer: Lots of board games, most likely: One neighbor has been agitating for a game of Risk: Lord of the Rings Edition, while another wants to teach me Settlers of Catan. Though I'm pretty sure people who play that game are in a cult.

Ted Scheinman: Whenever a proper blizzard sets in, I'm tempted to pull a first-scene-of-La-Bohème and burn everything I've written for purposes of 1) self-flagellation and 2) warmth. I'm spared this temptation in D.C., where my apartment has decent radiant heat and no fireplace. Instead, I intend to commandeer an old projector and play unusual film selections on the wall of said apartment. Tentative choices: The Hurt Locker, for reasons patriotic; Duck Soup, for reasons gastrointestinal; and the second Godfather, because my roommate has never seen it. Also, when it's snowy, I like to read desert stories, such as these.

Sarah Godfrey: Reading: I *just* got home from a Barnes & Noble run to pick up snow day/weekend reading materials. I've got Michael Chabon's Pulitzer Prize-winning The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay and Lauren Conrad's just plain ol' winning LA Candy. Sort of a highbrow/lowbrow thing going on. Guess which one I'll read first?

Watching: Seasons 1-3 of The Wire on DVD, and when cable networks inevitably start running Goodfellas on a loop, I'll watch that, too.

Amanda Hess: This weekend, I will employ the snowfall as an excuse to consume a collection of low-brow films and television episodes that I would surely have watched regardless of the District's precipitation level. On my queue: The Lost season premiere; the latest Gossip Girl; any Jan de Bont-directed action film made available through Netflix’s watch instantly feature. And seeing as I've recently revisited both Speed and Twister... Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life, here I come.

Aaron Leitko: Back in the mid-'90s—long before The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull blighted his name forever—George Lucas scored one last victory among the nerd community with his computer game imprint, LucasArts. These days the company spends most of its time picking the dry corpse of the Star Wars franchise, but back then they ruled the shelves with original titles like Sam & Max Hit the Road, Monkey Island, and Grim Fandango. But LucasArts' finest hour was the 1993 adventure game Day of the Tentacle. The premise: A gaggle of college nerds travel through time in portable toilets to stop an evil tentacle from taking over the world. Or something like that. I loved it when I was 12. I'll be spending snowmageddon firing up a bootleg version of this CD-ROM classic.

Maura Judkis: Snowed in at my Logan Circle apartment, I'll be settling in with a pot of homemade soup and a copy of artist Adam Wallacavage's book Monsters as Monsters, lent to me by artist Trevor Young. Wallacavage's work will be featured in the show "Empty Time," curated by Young, who assured me that the opening at the Fridge tomorrow night is still on, so far. Later tonight, I'll be attending "Til Death Do UsPart," the art opening/nuptials of Dana Ellyn and Matt Sesow at Long View Gallery. Thank goodness the weather won't ruin their wedding. (Full disclosure: I wrote the exhibition essay for "Empty Time.")

Louis Jacobson: I've been reading the Rosemary Wells-illustrated edition of Mother Goose nursery rhymes to my two-year-old son. Recurring activity: pointing out which of the characters are Wells' other creation, Max of Max and Ruby. Favorite rhyme: The one where the sausage comes "running after me."

Steve Kolowich: I'm going to drink Dogfish Head, watch a shitload of Weeds, and then probably compose some mediocre prose. (As should we all! -Ed.)

Photograph by Darrow Montgomery

Edgar Allan Poe, alcoholic inventor of Gothic literature, died in Baltimore on October 7, 1849. Charm City commemorates the 160th anniversary of his death this week. But what does Poe have in common with David Simon, Baltimore native and creator of HBO's "The Wire?"

Edgar Allen Poe: Deliberately sought court-martial at West Point to pursue career as a visionary writer. "I have no energy left, nor health," he wrote his guardian. "I shall neglect my studies and duties at the institution."
David Simon: Left the Baltimore Sun to pursue career as a visionary TV series creator. "I got out of journalism because some sons of bitches bought my newspaper and it stopped being fun," he told the Baltimore City Paper.

EAP: Won acclaim for "MS. Found in a Bottle," a sea-adventure tale that, according to biographer Kenneth Silverman, "creates a sustained crescendo of ever-building dread in the face of ever-stranger and ever-more-imminent catastrophe."
DS: Won acclaim for Homicide, a non-fiction book and television show that celebrates the human ability overcome the catastrophe that is murder. "[It's] very much a celebration of the human spirit under pressure," Simon told the Baltimore City Paper.

EAP: Set the standard for compelling Gothic literature with the poem "The Raven," in which an unnamed narrator is tormented by an eerie bird. "Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore," Poe wrote. "Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore./Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'"
DS: Set the standard for compelling cable television on Season 4 of The Wire, in which serial murderers Chris and Snoop torment the enemies of druglord Marlo Stanfield with eerie apathy. "When you think of Chris and Snoop, think of John Allen Muhammad and Lee Boyd Malvo, only smart," Stephen King wrote. "And with a nail gun."

EAP: Died in Baltimore after a bender with, according to onlookers, a look of "vacant stupidity."
DS: Concluded the final season of the The Wire with a bender of sloganeering against anti-corporate journalism that, according to some critics, was stupid.

To clear the smooth sounds of Reddick out of your head, try M.I.A. and Blaqstarr's cover of "Way Down in the Hole":

Update: This is the best post We've ever read about Lance Reddick's eyes.