Somebody get Samuel L. Jackson on the phone

There’s a lot going on in the world right now. The war in Iraq rages on. Jack Abramoff got nearly six years in prison for showing that the phrase “crooked lobbyist” isn’t a contradiction in terms. And President Bush has replaced Andy Card as his chief of staff with yet another middle-aged white man whose primary job qualification is a long and distinguished track record of blindly supporting W. (man, I did NOT see that coming).

My condolences to Dook fans everywhere

Tough luck, y’all. I really got misty watching J.J. Redick cry at the end of the game. Really. It got me right here [absently pointing to my upper torso].

Billy Packer drinking games: The only way to enjoy March Madness

The esteemed website administrator for Sweet Monkey Pie, my boy B-Dizzle, set me up a couple of months ago with Google Analytics, which allows me to view reports on website visitors, page views and other trends. It’s all the info that you would ever want to know about website traffic in easy graphical form. It is, in a word, the shiznit.

Somebody give this woman an Emmy!

Tonight, as I do every Thursday night, I sat down to watch My Name is Earl. Sure, Jason Lee does a great job, the overall premise is different and the extended cast is always a pleasant surprise (Beau Bridges as Earl’s dad, Brett Butler as his former mother-in-law, etc.). But, if you ask me, what puts the show over the top is one Jaime Pressly.

Sopranos blog, pt. 2: This is going to give me carpal tunnel

We’re into the bottom of the hour of the season premiere of the Sopranos.

Sopranos premiere: Woke up this morning, got myself a blog

When the Sopranos premiered in 1999, I was one of the relatively few viewers that caught the first episode that Sunday night. It was such a unique spin on the standard Mafia story, I was hooked from the first few minutes. The thing that got me most was that Tony Soprano was a mob boss whose biggest problem turned out to be his chaotic family.

Tackling a question for the ages

In human history, there are a few issues best described as “eternal questions.” You know… What came first, the chicken or the egg? What’s the sound of one hand clapping? Just how funky was Rocky Balboa’s wool-trimmed leather jacket at the end of his training sequence in Rocky IV? I’m talking brainteasers, people.

Et tu, my boy? aka, Kids say the darnedest things

Last night, I was on Cloud Nine. UNC was beating Duke… at Cameron Indoor Stadium… in front of all of those alleged “Crazies.” It was, in a word, niiiiiiiice.