I'm in my office, waiting for one email to come through before I can go home, and then this. Laughing my ass off, glad nobody's here to restrain me until the ambulance arrives. This is the best.
You've already found the target audience: the Tiger Beat crowd. Vapid 13 year-old girls and creepy middle-aged closet cases... with a taste for nerdish boys.
But doesn't that mean it would actually be a really awesome ironic coffee table or bathroom book to give someone? I think that several of my friends would LOVE to be gifted with something like this.
Wait -- is Ira Glass in it?
I felt that way about The Final Four book reviewed earlier on this site.