I don't care what you are doing tonight. I don't care if you have plans you couldn't wait to come across for months. I don't care if it's going to be a first date. A blind date. A second, "well, we will be able to tell if this is going to work out after this" date. A night with your loved one. A night with your children. A night out with your boys. A night out with your girls. Call whoever it is you need to call and cancel those plans. Walk to the nearest bankrupt Blockbuster and rent this movie. Now. Rent it. If "Up In The Air" was 2009's 1A, this was 1B. Colin Firth is utterly captivating. Cap-ti-vating. Goodness, gracious. No wonder 2010's movies have sucked. 2009 was playing way above its own pay-grade. "Up In The Air." "A Single Man." "An Education." Hell, even "Crazy Heart" was probably better than anything out so far this year (and that's not to diminish "The Social Network" or "The Kids Are All Right," either). One more time. Go. Rent. This. Movie. OK. We say goodnight (because it means goodbye) to Week 28 differently, considering I plastered a movie poster up here rather than a nifty jingle to send you party animals into the party wild. Alas, I shall never let you down, though, as you will find a video at the bottom of this particular post. And while it may not be much of a jingle, it is far funnier than whatever the normal, well-adjusted people consider is funny. In fact, if there was a Venn Diagram for what is indeed is funny, this would be on it. Before you get to that video, though, you must power your way through the following links, links we offer for you fabulous people to ponder through an October weekend. We hope to see you back here bright eyed and bushy tailed Monday morning for more funtastic fun. Until then, though, enjoy a pretty autumn weekend, try to get a few more rounds of golf in before the weather becomes unbearable, and as always, love you, miss you.
Pretty much the most comprehensive roundup you’ll find today concerning all of this Brett Favre, Jenn Sterger, naked photos, sexual voice mails business. (The Big Lead)
Ohhh. So I guess I’ll have to begin checking for new “60 Minutes” podcasts now that a new season has begun, eh? (Detroit News)
Very, very interesting: How writers get paid on one of the bigger entertainment Web sites. $10 per thousand new visitors is a good place to start. (Business Insider)
And now Rick Sanchez says Jon Stewart is the classiest dude in the world. (ABC News)
The Page Six editor is leaving, and that caps off a shake-em-up week in the world of print media. Naturally, Donald Trump weighs in. (The Daily Beast)
I link this only because of my unrequited love for Genesis and Phil Collins. (Popmatters)
Elisabeth Hasselbeck is moving to “Good Morning America.” Has there ever been a more meteoric rise for someone who literally came from nowhere? (People)
Tomorrow would have been John Lennon’s 70th birthday. No word on whether or not he would have shown up on any of McCartney’s latest dates had he been alive. Somewhere, Ringo thanks God once again for being the luckiest man in the history of music. (USA Today)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Roger. What the hell do you think you are doing? Lies, lies and more lies, and we see how far this gets you. With only two episodes left, "Mad Men" has left nothing but doom and gloom talk to be had as this fourth season winds down. For really the first time this season (or at least, that's how it feels), we finally get to see Don Draper work as the boat his company resides in keeps sinking further and further into the sea. I was shocked (shocked!) to see Peggy end up with that creep she dismissed a couple weeks ago. That was...disappointing. We saw the beginnings of a youth movement, though, as Ms. Olson went into a meeting and got a deal done in quintessential Don Draper fashion. And speaking of Mr. Draper: Oh the humanity! What are you thinking, my man? You see what sleeping with secretaries does to your life, so why turn down that road again? That said, I still don't support his relationship with Faye. Don't know why, either. Just can't get behind that. In some odd, inexplicable way, I root for things to actually progress with this new secretary. But man, does she have some messed up teeth, or what? And that answer isn't what. Bold prediction: Pete leaves by the end of the season, Roger finds some way out of the company, and everything becomes all blown up. They have to do that, right? After last year's dog and pony show of a season finale. Good day, Week 28. Let's see what you can offer.
The Europeans won the Ryder Cup this morning. It was the first time in almost 20 years the competition came down to the final match. So, so sad. (ESPN)
Did anyone catch “Saturday Night Live” this weekend? Kanye West thanks any and everyone around for the success of his performance. Bigger story: “What Up With That” returned. (MTV)
People StyleWatch is the magazine of the year. Or so says these guys. (Ad Age)
Fox News: The official television network of the Tea Party. (New York Times)
First movies. Then television. And now music is going to have a stab at 3-D. (Pollstar)
Zuckerberg and the thought of suing the producers of “The Social Network.” T-minus 18 hours until I finally sit down with what Rolling Stone says is the best movie of the year. (The Hollywood Reporter)
I love me some romantic comedies. And per recommendation from the people who read this particular blog, I threw this in my Netflix que, and had the opportunity to cuddle up with it Sunday evening. It was...just OK. Not great by any means, and may have wandered into "good" territory from time to time. The way things came to ahead near the end (when she has the four dudes in front of her) was touching, I suppose. It's all about love, you know. Next up? I'm not quite sure, actually. I've had the first "Wall Street" in the position, but nobody wants to send it to me yet. So we shall see. Hello, friends. Welcome to Tuesday, and welcome to an abnormally warm day for late September. That's a good thing, though. Right? I stumbled upon La La's new show in VH1 last night and yes, I am officially hooked. I'm fairly certain I was a middle-aged house wife in all my other lives. What I'm doing in a morose mid-20s dude-body kind of baffles me. Hope to see "The Town" tonight, though that, as always, is up in the air. But people say it's good. People say it's super good, actually. Can't wait for DVD on that one. In the meantime and in-between-time, follow a few links, enjoy a nice glass of Kool Aid, and try to think positive. Because positive things happen to positive people, right?
Wow. Beginning to wonder about Reggie Bush. He’s got a ring. But he isn’t nearly as good as everyone planned. And now he’s out for six weeks with a broken leg. (Fox Sports)
Elisabeth Moss officially files for divorce from Fred Armisen. Damn. I was so rooting for them. (People)
People spend more than half their day consuming media. My, how times have changed. (The Wrap)
Muck Rack Daily: Your source for all journalist tweets. (Media Memo)
Kanye West will be on SNL in a few weeks. So, here is what we have so far: This Saturday, Amy Poehler and Katy Perry. The following week, Kanye West and Bryan Cranston. After that, we see Jane Lynch and Bruno Mars. And then following all of that is Jon Hamm. What ever happened to being excited to find out who is going to be on “Saturday Night Live?” (MTV)
13 bands who became legends in four years or less. (Alternative Press)
I told you The Presidents of the United States of America have the best attitude ever. (Twitter)
Wyclef Jean officially ends his bid to become president of Haiti. Does this mean a new Fugees album is near? (New York Daily News)
This DVD sits firmly on the top of my DVD player, and it seems as though there is no better night than tonight to finally indulge myself in it. After "The Maiden Heist," this has to be good, right? I mean, come on. You can't go two straight Netflix movies without stumbling upon something good, right? Right. Anyways, welcome to Thursday and the Ride that accompanies it. I have absolutely no idea where my partner in crime was earlier today, so alas, for the first time in this blog's history, there will be one Ride on top of the other. That's sad, isn't it? I plead with you not to think it's a product of laziness. Promise it won't happen again. Or, at least, I hope it won't happen again. In any case, the following links are for your viewing pleasure, and we sincerely hope you have a fantastic second-to-last day of the week. August is almost gone, now. Enjoy it while you can.
I have a lot of problems with this, actually. For one, Matchbox Twenty isn’t done and Rob Thomas’ solo career has been notably successful. Once wrote a column about this, but did it right by using bands such as Nine Days and Oleander. Half of these bands are still semi-prominent. (MTV)
The Champions League group stage draw was held today. And here are the pairings. (The Big Lead)
Bill O’Reilly watches porn. A writer reveals it nearly 30 years later. (The Phoenix)
If Conan wins Sunday at the Emmys, he’s not allowed to say what he wants. Kind of. (The Hollywood Reporter)
Bristol Palin joins The Situation and Kurt Warner as contestants on “Dancing With The Stars.” How long until she becomes “Mrs. Situation?” (Access Hollywood)
Will Forte is leaving “Saturday Night Live.” Get those resumes ready, funny people. (Entertainment Weekly)
What is going on with Timbaland, anyways? (All Hip-Hop)
Just can't get this song out of my head. Damn, that CD is infectious. Hello, hello. Welcome to Tuesday. Did you get your early-day dose of sun burn yet? You really ought to, you know. Big night tonight. Why, you ask? Well, that's because the United States meets Brazil on at the Meadowlands for the team's first match since the World Cup. It shall be interesting to see who Bob Bradley plays. Will he continue his predictable formation from the World Cup with the same, predictable players? Or will he experiment a little with some of the younger stars because it's a friendly? Come on, Bob. Landon Donovan can't stay young forever. Also tonight, we see the first double-digit day of August. Where did all the time go, we ask. Soon enough, it will be Autumn, the leaves will change, the nights will get longer, the weather colder and depression sets in. Whoa. That was a dark sentence. Anyways, before we can sink into the seasonal sadness, we must celebrate the summer evenings we have now, and to do that, you really ought to start it off right with a peak at a link or two below. Besides, summertime = happytime. Damnit.
Ten questions regarding the upcoming Premier League season. Don’t forget: U.S.-Brazil tonight at 7. (The Big Lead)
Britney Spears is going to appear on “Glee.” I sort of root for her now, don’t you? (MTV)
Ten brand new projects move forward within the world of journalism. An initiative to provide journalists with micro-finance training for those who want to launch new media ventures? Hmm. (Washington News Council)
Carl Bernstein thinks no one wants to read in depth journalism anymore. And he’s right. And it’s troubling. (Big Think)
Tracy McGrady to the Pistons? Really? Didn’t see that coming. (ESPN)
A list of people others hope will host “Saturday Night Live” this season. Never even considered Carey Mulligan, but if that goes down, I will hold a party for such an event. (Entertainment Weekly)
Wow. Pennywise storms on to bus to beat the poop out of another band. Silly punk rock kids. (Alternative Press)
The “Spider-Man” musical will actually open. Good for them. Really thought that project was dead. (ABC News)