Obviously many folk had opinions regarding the decision to allow assorted reality television hosts to present the Emmy Awards this year, and one of the people who happens to be firmly in the "BAD IDEA" camp is Entourage's award winning star Jeremy Piven, who is blaming the dismal hosts for his own acceptance speech jokes bombing.

Jeremy Piven has blamed the Emmy Awards reality TV hosts for his ill-recieved acceptance speech.

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It's just two days before television's biggest event (that isn't the American Idol finale, the Oscars, or a political convention speech), and we at Defamer are gearing up to fulfil all your Emmy needs — at least, the ones that don't involve white linen slacks. Don't forget, we'll be blogging the Emmys live from the East Coast starting at 7pm EDT/4pm PDT (West Coast spoilerphobes, beware: the Emmys air here tape-delayed). So who do we expect to be taking home the hardware? After the jump, get our official predictions in the Emmys' comedy categories (for dramas, head right here):

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There's only so much of the Toronto Film Festival's flavor and clusterfucky pageantry we can deduce from our workstation deep in the Defamer Salt Mines, but until the State Department restores our passports to good standing and we get that furlough we've been promised since mid-2005, we're happy to defer to our all-seeing operatives on the scene. One particularly attentive tipster writes today from the party honoring RocknRolla, Guy Ritchie's trilogy-launching crime caper featuring Jeremy Piven as the manager of a junkie rock star/art thief/Mafia scion. Which was evidently beside the point once Piven arrived with his own drama, as our mole reports after the jump:

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With just a little over a week until the new season of Entourage begins, we thought we'd take a moment to salute the most complex and rewarding of all relationships in that ongoing industry sausage fest: that of Ari and Lloyd. And no better examples of their glorious co-dependency exist than in those moments when everyone's favourite double-banger-securing Zeus completely loses his shit on his fiercely loyal Gaysian henchman. Defamer videographer Molly McAleer combed through the Entourage archives to find the greatest of all spittle-flecked Ari-Lloyed exchanges—though call us biased, our favourite one didn't make the cut.

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When John Cusack called us up and asked, "If I answer your questions, will you stop writing nasty shit about me?" we demurred — sadly, he didn't try the same tack with the New York Post. The left-leaning actor is a juicy target for the conservative tabloid, and after Cusack was asked to contribute an essay to the new HuffPost Chicago by his friend, "the good and great Arianna," the Post tore it wide open like a disgruntled Must Love Dogs ticketbuyter. What they allege they've found is a whole host of errors and made-up childhood reminiscences:

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Another day, another provocative pictorial series starring a scantily clad Miley Cyrus. The latest batch of photos featuring the 15-year old Billion Dollar Girl staging her own personal Playboy Jr. shoot for boyfriend Nick Jonas has surfaced online, thanks to a hacker who claims he got a hold of everything on Miley's iPhone. We've already seen Miley's makeout sessions with various girls and boys, eating her clothes off and, of course, daringly flashing her bare back in Vanity Fair. But now we have the (uncomfortable) pleasure of seeing the then-14 year old showering in a wet t-shirt, photographing her widely seen midriff and, in a highly anticipated step closer to actual kiddie porn, totally topless. And judging by Miley's posing style, stances, and familiar Blow A Kiss act, this is not a matter of kids growin' up so fast these days. If you're looking to point fingers, look no further than original self-produced porn star Lindsay Lohan:

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The Stanley Cup—aka Canada's Holy Grail, from which, legend has it, one sip of Labatt Blue renders the drinker immortal—took some time off from its current damnation home in Detroit to take in some local sunshine and glamour. Starting in Manhattan Beach at the home of former San Jose Shark Brad Stuart, the cup then bounced into its rental (a convertible Sebring) and hightailed it down to Chris Chelios's place in Malibu. It stopped for breakfast at Coogie's Beach Café, where a cup-struck Rob Reiner bashfully approached it and requested a photograph. But it was once it arrived at Bally's gym owner John Wildman's annual Fourth of July party that it really started getting caught up in the Hollywood fast lane, rubbing handles with the likes of Detroit's own Kid Rock, David Spade, Cuba Gooding Jr., Ray Liotta, and Jeremy Piven. The Stanley Cup Journal blog reports:

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We're happy to see today that the winged gatekeeper budget-monkeys on the set of Michael Mann's Public Enemies — who so scandalously sought to exclude scores of part-timers from the film's recent wrap party in Chicago — ultimately came around to relaxing their admission standards to the point where even Stephen Dorff was welcome. That would have been a good enough concession for the justice crusaders over here at Defamer HQ — but for Dorff's infamous urinal-queue archnemesis Jeremy Piven to show up as well? Jesus Christ, will they just let anybody into this place?

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When not proposing Entourage cameos to some of the world's greatest hell-to-the-divas, Jeremy Piven can often be found sidling up to one of our city's endlessly replenishable starlets with a patented ice-breaker ("So, have you been to India?"). The desired result is frequently achieved, and within minutes the two are zipping off in a hydrogen-powered Bentley to his place for a better look at his dhoti collection. Sometimes, however, Piven shoots a little too high, and his hottie-air balloon comes crashing down to the ground. Take, for example, a recent run-in with America's #1 fanboy-bait-object:

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Jeremy Piven is important, he will have you know. He can pick up girls in a hooptie. He can cut Stephen Dorff in bathroom lines. He can tell Billy Bush to fuck off on the red carpet and his own mother to fuck off over brunch. And, as Janet Charlton reports today, he can also cast wildly eccentric and ill-suited stars in cameos on Entourage based solely on fun chatter he has with them on aeroplanes. As the piece claims:

"On a recent weekend, Jeremy rode the Planet Hollywood private jet from Las Vegas to Los Angeles and...started chatting about Entourage. [Piven] suggested that it would be fun to have [his seatmate] make an appearance...Jeremy was overheard calling a producer and telling him as soon as the plane touched down in LA."

So which diva extraordinaire tickled Piven's pickle so well she earned herself a much-needed spot on the HBO hit? Details after the jump.

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