No word yet on a "Bout to Knock the Other Guy Out."

This is Neal Baer, one of the executive producers of Law & Order: SVU (and head writer), a medical doctor that graduated from Harvard Medical School, and in the strange, screwed up way the TV industry is set up - one of my many bosses.

This is his cousin. A professional wrestler named Goldberg.

Small world. Creepy small.

(Bonus points to anyone who got the reference in today's title.)

Is radio dead?

Not just yet, apparently.

Update

And there goes the NCAA tournament. Go Chaos! Go George Mason!

Update

My NIT pool didn't come through. Stupid Cincinnati.

Madness, Thy Name is Bracketology

I've been stressing perhaps a bit too much lately over my NCAA men's basketball tournament bracket this year. Maybe it's a longing in me for my beloved Syracuse to fuck shit up and come away with this thing, despite everyone thinking Texas A&M is the new Vermont.

Maybe it's the constant reading of every little tidbit about this year's tournaments and all the teams I may or may not have known even existed before this season, and how picking them makes me a fool, a Communist, or both.

Maybe it's an office pool of over 100 people, which is about 85 more than last year's rendition. That also means people breathing down your neck about who you're picking, just so they can tell you you're wrong because they won once.

Maybe it's $40 that I'm most likely just giving away.

No matter. I think I'm ready to commit. It will end badly. 'Nova over Texas. SU only wins one game more than Oral Roberts (which will bring SU's tourney win total to one). And I count down the seconds to my bracket being eliminated so I can focus solely on baseball.

Then again, maybe my NIT bracket will come through after all.

Luck be NOT a Lady To-nite

Now, this is balls: Victoria, not Victorious

I don't know if this tops the Yale prank, but it definitely belongs in the conversation.

Overreacting 101

Find it here.

Stat of the day

From the Baltimore Sun:

One of every five calories in the American diet is liquid.

Discuss.

And now, the winner for worst play on the word "crash" in a headline...

From the Washington Post: A bang-up night for Crash

Honorable mention goes to:
NY Daily News: Oscar Party Crash(er)
Denver Post: An Oscar collision
Boston Globe (and everybody else): Crashing the Party

mb writes:

What I like about this is that now, perhaps studios with good movies won't be afraid to release them before November, for fear of killing their Oscar chances. If anything, this should be a liberating experience for Hollywood, one that allows quality films to be released the whole year round.

That might very well be the case, if only people were willing to pay to see movies the whole year around. Alas, January and September continue to be movie graveyards, and Hollywood execs will probably write this off to luck and not change a damn thing.

I'm more partial to George Lucas' sentiment: ""The market forces that exist today make it unrealistic to spend $200 million on a movie," said Lucas, a near-billionaire from his feverishly franchised outer-space epics. "Those movies can't make their money back anymore. Look at what happened with 'King Kong.'"

Of course, King Kong was mediocre at best, and way too long. But does this years' Oscars, and every year since Gladiator in 2000 signal the death knell for big budget blockbusters?

We'll see.