...For The Ride Home: Tiger and Elin talk, Christina Hendricks named spokesperson of London Fog and Brownie goes back to New Orleans

"Last night. She said." And then I have no idea what is sung after that. It's weird how the older you grow, the more you find yourself liking music you dismissed when you were at the age in which you should have liked the said dismissed music. The Strokes are slowly gaining ground on my conscious and I'm not quite sure what to do about it. The same kind of thing happened with Hanson, but, as you read earlier, we already scratched that itch. Anyways, welcome to Wednesday, a hump day for the ages. Why? It's the last of such a day August offers. Can you believe it? Summer is gone, friends. Its last breath will be uttered next weekend, and, only if the plans I happened to make last night are followed through will the summer truly go out in style. How about you? Oh, nevermind. I'm sure a "how was your summer?" post will be lurking somewhere around the corner by either one of us. Or, wait. Maybe even both of us (gasp!). Before we get around to any reflection, though, we must deal with the current, and we currently offer you wonderful readers the following links to enjoy on this, the last Wednesday of August 2010. Remember - eating healthy may assure your life to be longer. Just sayin.'

Elin talks. The world listens. (People)

Tiger talks. The world listens. (TMZ)

Michael Brown returns to New Orleans five years after that incredibly big storm made its way through the city. Naturally, he loves his life. (Westword)

Fox News talking head leaves Fox News to delve back into print journalism. Score one for the good guys! (Mediaite)

Lifehouse is going to tour in the fall. In shocking news, Kris Allen will open the shows. No Name Face is one of my favorite “nobody can ever know this is one of my favorite CDs” CDs. (Pollstar)

Elisabeth Hasselbeck supports gay marriage. And she wants you to know she’s not nearly as conservative as you think. This is certainly going to lose her Republican votes when she tries to run for president in six years. (New York Daily News)

I like Chris Broussard. But why write such things as this? Especially about Baron Davis? (Sports By Brooks)

When there is ever a link involving her, rest assured we’ll link it. Christina Hendricks is the new spokesperson for London Fog. She’s fabulous. (Fox News)

Scream and light up the sky.

Came across this tweet once the grill had finally relinquished and the holiday patriotism faded Monday night. Not only is Dwight from "The Office" right, but I'm about to take his sentiments a few steps further.

I defy you, the wonderfully intelligent reader, to name a time you ever saw a fireworks display that you considered mind-blowing, world-stopping, or awe-inspiring. It hasn't happened. Ever. What? That half-hour on top of the parking garage left you with more of a feeling of fulfillment than it did a stiff neck? Not a chance. Sure the lights can be pretty, but, as a dear friend of mine recently told me, how is the phrase "Once you've seen one display, you've seen them all" not the first thing that comes to mind when pondering fireworks?

Me? I spent yet another holiday feeling sadder than a Morrissey box set, only this time, it was centered around waiting light years for a fireworks display to finally begin as I sat outside of a tiny-town carnival that featured a non-working dunk tank as its major attraction. Well, that and a gigantic slide that I swear some overweight three-year-old fell off of before the night was over.

No more than seven minutes into the set, I actually said aloud the following: Have you ever seen a fireworks display that didn't go 25 minutes longer than you were hoping? Exactly. Why can't these technical geniuses consider a three-minute display (and yes, that includes a grand finale)? How many times do you need to see the bright one hurt your eyes? How often does the loud one need to go BOOM! for you to consider your fireworks-watching experience complete? And for God's sake, how many times does the idiotic, no-brain crowd need to erupt in applause in a manner suggesting the president is lurking around the corner before they realize the display isn't over yet?

Face it: The only time fireworks are ever interesting is when something goes terribly wrong (look for it around the minute mark)...