Someone threw an egg at Rahm Emanuel while he was out campaigning for Mayor in Chicago. Emanuel left his gig as White House Chief of Staff in September to make his mayoral bid.

The flying ovum missed Emanuel and struck a local cameraman. Emanuel kept his cool as he watched the projectile whiz by.

"Don't worry about it," said Emanuel when someone informed him that someone threw an egg at him.

Reports about the attempted egging didn't reveal the identity of the cameraman or the perpetrator. The egg-throwing occurred in the Little Village neighborhood.

Mayor Bloomberg should keep his guard up. Last month, the New York Times reported that "egging confrontations" in the five boroughs "have led to at least 24 serious injuries or deaths since 1984."

Friedman's column, titled "Why Won't Katie Couric Talk To Me?," is a gripping tale of his "several years" spent waiting by the phone for a call from Couric's publicist.

"Her hard-working publicist has assured me that I am 'on the list' — what 'list,' I don’t know for sure. Last spring, I saw some daylight. Word was, Katie would soon be inclined to begin granting interviews — or 'conversations,' as her publicist put it so precisely — to media members. As I seemed to be overdue, I held my breath and waited by the phone," Friedman wrote.

Friedman thinks Couric is shunning him because she has a diva complex.

"Why won’t Katie Couric talk to me? The answer is simple: Because Couric, befitting her status as a celebrity, feels she doesn’t have to," Freidman wrote.

Couric is currently nearing the end of her $15 million-a-year CBS contract. Her CBS newscast has struggled with low ratings since she joined CBS in 2006 and it's doubtful that the network will want to renew her contract without a substantial drop in her salary. Friedman thinks he can help Couric.

"I can help, Katie. I have covered the media for 11 years! I know people! I hear things! I could be a terrific sounding board for you. Together, we can puzzle out your next career move — and you can keep all the dough," Friedman said.

Friedman's whole approach here is off. It sounds like he might actually want to try getting himself into events where Couric is scheduled to make an appearance. So far, it seems like he's confined his Couric-stalking to repeated phone calls. Either way, it's hard to argue with Friedman's basic point that "media figures should be accessible to reporters."

Forget about Bridget Jones’s Diary or Love, Actually (but just for a minute!). This 1995 Ang Lee film is about as satisfying a romantic film as you are going to get, compliments of Jane Austen (natch). There’s the always-fabulous Emma Thompson (who wrote the screenplay) as poor good-girl Elinor Dashwood, the sensible sister as opposed to Kate Winslet’s tempestuous loves-to-walk-even-when-it’s-raining Marianne. Hugh Grant is the stuttering swoopy-haired Edward Ferrars! Tom Wilkinson is the dad! Alan Rickman loves Kate Winslet but she loves the feckless John Willoughby (played by Greg Wise, who in real life  has babies with Emma Thompson). We’re telling you this one has it all—including an excellent but far-too-small role by our would-be husband Hugh Laurie as the grouchy (typecasting!) Mr. Palmer. Swoon city.  [HBO2, 2:00 p.m.]

 Tuesday: Broadcast News 

This will movie will make you laugh and break your heart. Albert Brooks, William Hurt and Holly Hunter star in this 1987 classic from James L. Brooks.  You think it’s nuts now with Maddow and O’Reilly and that crazy big-headed Keith Olbermann? Check out the wacky network news crowd, where Mr. Brooks is the hilarious sweaty-mess smart reporter who just can’t compete with William Hurt’s pretty boy, cry-on-camera WASP-y appeal. Also, look for Jack Nicholson in an unbilled cameo as the big cheese network news anchor. Can you imagine a world where Jack Nicholson is your local news anchor? No offense to Pat Kiernan, but that is a wonderful world indeed. [AMC, 4:30 a.m.]

Wednesday: Make Me a Supermodel

We can’t lie: We’re a little bit sad that this is the last episode of Make Me a Supermodel. Somehow those evil geniuses over at Bravo came up with a way to make America’s Next Top Model even better, cattier and more fun without Tyra Banks. We’re down to the final three (though we miss you, big-bottomed Salome!): hot underwear-model-in-the-making Jonathan, sweet American blockhead Branden, and the former dancer Sandhurst. Who will win?  And what on earth are we going to be reduced to watching when this is over? [Bravo, 10 p.m.]

Thursday: Young Guns

Gosh, remember those heady 1988 days when Young Guns had the all-star cast of man meat to make certain eighth-graders (ahem) go nutso? So you have Emilio Estevez (looking more Martin Sheen-y than ever before) as Billy the Kid, his real-life brother Charlie Sheen playing the mellow one (ha!), Lou Diamond Philips shoehorned into something kinda ethnic, Dermott Mulroney as someone else, and head-butting Kiefer Sutherland as the poet who falls in love with some Asian chick he calls China Doll … cause he loves her. Terrance Stamp is a good guy and Jack Palance is a bad guy and at one point they all get high and see things, and people die and maybe get hung and, according to IMDB, Tom Cruise plays an uncredited cowboy. Whatever, trust us: It’s amazing. Screw High School Musical, why don’t people make movies like this anymore? [Cinemax, 6 p.m.]

Friday: Close Encounters of the Third Kind

People often forget just how awesome this Steven Spielberg movie is. And sure, it came out in 1977, which was a rather crowded year considering how many other great movies came out (Annie Hall, Star Wars, Saturday Night Fever) but do not forget about this! For one thing, take a minute to think about the fact that Richard Dreyfuss was a movie star! Then think about how cool it is that Mr. Spielberg got Francois Trauffaut to appear in it, not to mention this movie has what must be the best cinematic use of mashed potatoes ever.  Eat it, Cloverfield. [Bravo, 1 p.m.]