Another Sunday night, another terrible episode of The Simpsons. Parody of the California Raisins? What year is this? If yesterday were 1988, that may have been funny... but I doubt it. My obligation to keep watching this crap is shrinking every episode...

Saw The Two Towers: Extended Edition at Loews 42nd St. on Friday night. It is long. Very long. But good. And long. Michael Moore sat 6 seats down from me. I purposely stepped on his foot on my way out. Take that, ya fat fuck! (Amazingly, I liked Bowling for Columbine, and bought a "Stupid White Men" boxed calendar... after almost a year of his daily blabbering, I can't stand the man... funny how my mind works)