Sagan, Hawking, Science, Chuckles, Surrealism

This checks in at roughly 409 on the Unintentional Comedy Meter.

Enjoy.

Technology Blows And Stuff.

Things have been breaking with frightening regularity in the Scoot household, and the latest victim is the trusty laptop. So ... we'll likely be on a short hiatus until the Geek Squad can work their magic.

Cheers.

Limerick Friday LXXXXXXXXXVIII: The Return Of The 'Stache, Plus Why Does Every Show Air On Thursday?

To the ‘Fins and Bears he brought shame
Sonny Bono thinks his ‘stache is lame
Now Wannstedt visits the Carter
Making me boo even harder
I might get ejected two hours before the game

First he bashed Tiger pretty good
Especially when no one else would
Now Rick Reilly has taken on MJ
For being an ass on his HOF day
Calling him out like a true columnist should

Can’t tackle worth a lick
Made up for it by dropping a pick
His nickname is now “The Gerbil”
As Barkley would say, “He’s turble”
Gibril Wilson, you worthless prick

The Scooters are down in the cellar
Should be put down like Ol’ Yeller
It was high time to make a trade
Before the last hope did fade
So I gave Bradshaw for Dustin Keller

Had a "Fringe" and "The Office" jones
All on Thursday, along with "Flashforward" and "Bones"
Even "30 Rock" and "It's Always Sunny in Philly"
TV execs are either short-sighted or silly
There are other days of the week, network drones

Last time …

The Forgotten Victims Of Health Care Reform Finally Get Their Voice

Protect Insurance Companies PSA from Will Ferrell

Accidents cost money. Don't miss the opportunity to teach your kid a valuable lesson today.

A Day Of Remembering, Never Forget: The Death Star

"If we don't rebuild ... the Jedis win." Just goddam hysterical.

To Ube From Cup A Joe, Vol. II

“Waiting for Ube”

Sometimes when I drive
And imbecility does thrive
“Through With People” will play
And I’ll sigh as I say
“How do I keep hope alive?”

Will you help me turn the page
On this occasional rage?
Will your eyes make me breathe
And your dimples make me leave
All that in an outgrown stage?

So how will things change
In my emotional range?
With you on my chest
Will I strive for the best?
To think of it is really quite strange

Because maturity’s a duty
I do it all for Ube
Though she may be asleep
She hears the promises I’ll keep
With a love that shines like a ruby

So help me seize the day
In your silent but present way
Put an end to this sigh
Point your finger to the sky
One word you won’t have to say

I believe in you already
My emotions I’ll steady
This interminable wait
The by-product of fate
You’ll believe in me too when you’re ready

Your weight I do bear
As we take every care
To ready your home
Where you’ll explore and roam
Excitement builds as I prepare

Though the questions do mount
As every day we count
When the moment arrives
And you complete our lives
Do I have responsibility in the proper amount?

I’m sure they’re natural fears
Though accompanied by tears
But the one thing I know
That you’ll learn as you go
I’ll be your biggest fan across the years

As we finally meet our little pearl
And watch your tiny fingers unfurl
My belief, it will just cement
That I was always meant
To be Daddy to a little girl

Megan Fox Always Does A Public Service

Kinda funny, kinda clever. Kudos to whoever is in charge of marketing for "Jennifer's Body," because they're taking the lone strength of that flick and marketing the christ out of it.

Oh, that lone strength is Megan Fox. Because she is, like, strong.

Limerick Friday LXXXXXXXXXVII: P-Swayz Now A "Ghost," Plus STFU K-West

Swayze had many a funeral mourner
And he left lots of fans forlorn-er
As Bodhi he rode the swell
In "Roadhouse" he gave ‘em hell
But he never put Baby in the corner

Abraham played him like a song
What was done to him was just wrong
He was a human turnstile
Looked overrated by about a mile
It’s time to check yourself, Jake Long

His talent level you could never accuse
But it was heroin he liked to abuse
Jim Carroll fell far from the top
But his climb back never did stop
As a poet, the streets were his muse

It’s starting again in redundant style
So all I can do is just smile
Fantasy football with rotten luck
Narrow losses make me say “What the f*%#”
Can no longer drown my sorrows at the ‘File

Two “celebrities” acting crass
Supposed to be role models, alas
Serena went ape-shit on the attack
Kanye looked like he was on crack
It’s bad when the Prez calls you a “jackass”

Last time …

Nags Head Style

We recently made another pretty awesome jaunt to the Outer Banks for some relaxation, shopping, sightseeing*, beer (well, for one of us) and beach time. I took some snapshots while I was done there, and here are a few of them.**

Unfortunately, the “No Swimming” flags were up on both Saturday and Sunday, thanks to treacherous riptides and rough surf. But the beach was still beautiful.

We also saw this puppy learning how to catch Frisbees, and he was so freaking pumped up about it he couldn’t stop barking even as he was running. I got pretty lucky with this shot.


On Sunday night, we decided to take a short walk on the nearby golf course to catch the sunset on the sound.


There were more than a few cool views of the sound to be had.


We also visited the pier on the sound that Gallo used to love to check out.


We met a kindly older gentleman and his 15.5-year-old dog, Christie. He said that Christie’s brother had passed away not too long ago and that Christie had been sad ever since. She seemed to like the pier, though, and the man thanked us for being nice to his dog and not making him put a leash on her. We assured him that he wouldn’t meet any more dog-friendly folks than us.


The 10th hole on the nearby course is one of a few that runs adjacent to the sound. There’s no telling how many golf balls (and driver heads) rest at the bottom of Roanoke Sound.


All in all, it was quite a “babymoon” (new term to Scoot) vacation to the OBX. Next up … the Ube roller-coaster begins -- that should be quite a trip.

* We took a trip to the Wright Brothers Memorial, which was cool to relive as an adult. I may add a few pix from that visit at a later date.
** If you click on the individual pictures, they get all, like, larger and easier to see and all.

Left My Heart In The OBX

We had to make one last trip down to Nags Head before Ube came. It goes without saying that I didn’t want to come back.

Pix to come, but I leave you with serenity in a wave.

Limerick Friday LXXXXXXXXXVIII: Republitards, Jackasses and Chicken Fingers

As promised, in an effort to make up for last week’s poor effort, here’s a baker’s … I don’t know … 10?

Giddyup.

A WebSourced reunion’s in store
How many tools will walk through that door
Will there be talk of wife-swapping and incest?
Or maybe a chicken-finger-eating contest?
TGRK has killed Marco and four more

An embarrassment as an Oregon Duck
Dude wasn't looking when he got stuck
Then punched teammates in the mouth and ear
LeGarrett Blount got suspended for the year
Enjoy working at Food Lion, you stupid fuck

Tiger attacked Ernie Els from the start
You don’t question someone else's heart
Proof of why he's a douche
Protected by Nike's swoosh
Stay classy with cliches, you cowardly fart

Not enough NFL stories to soak in
Now Shawne Merriman is Tila Tequila pokin’
On the stage comes Roger Goodell
Says, “Can anyone blame Shawne? Hell,
“It’s about time that bitch got some chokin’”

This summer passed by in a flash
Been painting and trying to earn cash
So we’re off for the last of the beach treks
One more journey down to the OBX
Before Ube makes it a family fun bash

Firing coordinators left and right
Basically on opening game night
New NFL coaches make you scratch your head
These three teams might have shit the bed
At least the Dolphins have finally seen the light

Baseball is more boring than cricket
With the kids, it’s no longer a hit
The Bulls no longer have Costner (Kevin)
But they have a kid who went 7-for-7
To that I tip my cap and say “Holy shit”

As if it weren’t bad enough to be the ‘Skins
Now we’re seeing they have even worse sins
They’re suing a grandmother after 50 years
Even after she lost her season tickets in tears
That shyster Daniel Snyder has as many scruples as wins

Throwing away the last of G-Boy's food
Made me one very sad dude
Yet Carson still carries a pic of he
And seeing her remember G
Always enhances Scoot's mood

The latest Republi-douche sensation
Needs a permanent Congressional vacation
His party he embarrassed with his mouth
And he shamed the entire fucking South
Just one more reason I weep for this nation

Cold-blooded as a stalker
He was the original shit-talker
On the court M.J. did surpass
But to get inducted with class
He had to ask State’s own “Skywalker”

Last time …

Carter-Finley Is All Kinetic-Like

There is a joke in here somewhere about how it’s no wonder that NC State couldn’t find the end zone on Thursday night, but still … pretty freaking cool.

How Dare The Prez Speak To Kids

I don’t have the time, desire for an immediate headache, patience or creativity to adequately address the inanity of the latest Republitard uproar, so today, I’m just going to point you directly to someone who does -- and did.

I’m going to yield the stage to one of the original “Mad Men,” a Stephen King lookalike, an old man and a tremendous writer, so read what he has to say.

P.S. In case you needed concrete proof that this country is going to hell in a handbasket, this one offers the only statement on the state of things you need: Brainwashed, cult-worshipping conservative mouth-breathers are furious that THE FUCKING PRESIDENT is talking to children in schools, while no one notices or cares that confirmed sociopath MICHAEL FUCKING VICK is making classroom speeches about goddam dog-fighting.

So just to sum up, portions of our society would rather have a convict involuntarily talk to their children about killing Fido than have the President speak to their children about how to achieve success in school.

Serenity. Fucking. Now.

The Scooters Feel A Draft, Part Deux: The Revenge Of The Trucker-Dumper

OK, so with the first half of the draft gone, it’s time for a quick story. Picking just before and after me (in alternating rounds) was my arch-nemesis, a complete douchenberger who has won back-to-back-to-back titles—a begrudgingly amazing feat in a 14-team league, no matter how lucky he is. Beyond that, he’s a fat piece of shit that almost no one likes and who offers ridiculous trades to guys he’s been playing with for like 15 years.

Anyway, most of the dudes in my league (not me) are also in a 12-team league that always drafts the day before our 14-team league draft. A few wives are in that league and it’s more of a shit-talking, fun type of atmosphere … So, anyway, I’m told that the Douchenberger showed up to “watch” their draft the night before ours. Keep in mind, he’s NOT IN THAT FUCKING LEAGUE. And he doesn’t drink. And he takes notes. And he lurks in the corner like he’s one step away from starring on “To Catch a Predator.”

What is he doing? He said he’s charting “tendencies” to inform his “owner profile.” Apparently, this fucking no-life degenerate keeps secret files on all the guys in his league that denote their past drafting trends and transaction moves, etc. As if this weren’t enough, he got up (stone sober) in the middle of our draft and took a 20-minute grumpy, rendering the lone bathroom in the draft room obsolete for roughly four rounds. So here you have a fat, creepy, basement-dwelling tool putting the proverbial icing on the shit cake by trucker-dumping a bathroom in the middle of a fantasy football draft. Dear christ.

Anyway … on to the second round of the draft:

10th round, 134th overall: Kevin Boss, TE, New York Giants
To make matters worse, the Trucker-Dumper poached Kellen Winslow just in front of me in this spot. Now, I hate Winslow with a passion, and it’s not like my team is going to live or die on what that pussy does in Tampa Bay, but it was the first time the douchenberger had successfully jumped my pick in the entire draft. Oh well. Boss is a serviceable addition, and Eli Manning is just panicky enough to look for the tight end on almost every passing down. Boss is a good red-zone threat, but I was hoping for a bit more of a dynamic #1 tight end. Alas, much like the unfortunate host’s bathroom, the Trucker-Dumper soiled those plans as well.


11th round, 149th overall: Kyle Orton, QB, Denver
No matter how good a fantasy football owner you are, you always have at least one pick where you’re just berating yourself before, during and after the selection. The guy on the other side of me grabbed Eli Manning just before my choice, and I felt like I needed a second signal-caller in this spot, especially since Orton actually represented good value in this area. He’s an accurate QB, if nothing else, and you know Brandon Marshall has to extricate his head from his arse at some point. The Broncos are always going to be able to move the football, but Orton is just not a guy you can get excited about. My queasy feeling about this pick didn’t get better when Orton basically split his finger in two against someone’s helmet later that night. Honestly, though, dudes were taking kickers around this choice, so I couldn’t get too down about grabbing a potentially solid #2 (*pun intended*) signal-caller with this selection.

12th round, 162nd overall: Panthers, D/ST, Carolina
Ah, yes … the “keeper round.” In our league, if you take a guy in the 12th round or higher who turns out to be worth “keeping” the following year, you can retain him on your roster for the price of a sixth-round pick. It’s a neat idea in theory, but it almost never works out. For instance, NO ONE protected or kept a guy in this year’s draft. Anyway, as other owners made reaches on people like Brian Robiskie, Michael Crabtree, Mark Sanchez, Jeremy Maclin and Glenn Coffee, I had waited for the dust to settle long enough on the defensive front to have a pretty good option available to me. The crushing groan to my left as I wrote in the Panthers defense and special teams was strong enough to let me know I’d dashed someone else’s plans, which made this pick all the sweeter. Carolina’s not one of the most dominating “D’s” in the league, but they are stout enough to give me respectable points most weeks—and with a lot of intriguing possibilities at wide receiver (especially) and running back (somewhat) as trade bait, I felt confident I could upgrade my D/ST down the road if necessary.

13th round, 177th overall: Mason Crosby, K, Green Bay
Here’s another situation where it helped to sit back and watch a “run” on a specific position go its course, see what was left and then make a choice a couple of rounds later. Crosby is a strong-legged kicker for an offense that could put up a shit-ton of points in 2009, making him a good grab in the 13th round as my top kicker. In our league, kickers aren’t quite as valuable as they are in some leagues, but they can certainly make the difference in a couple of weeks during the year, and in a schedule that only lasts 12 games in the regular season, that can make all the difference.

14th round, 190th overall: Tony Scheffler, TE, Denver
I was more than a little surprised that Scheffler fell this far; in my mind, it was proof that my strategy was working. Most owners were focusing on other positions on their rosters at this stage of the draft, so I was able to double up at a pretty important position (tight ends are mandatory starts in my league) while other guys were scrounging for fourth wide receivers and backup quarterbacks. Scheffler was a favorite of Cutler’s, and with Orton’s relatively weak arm and propensity for checking down, he could catch a lot of passes for the Broncos this year. His presence here helped me feel a bit better about the choice of Boss a few rounds ago—now I think I have the option to dictate the starter by matchup at this position as the season progresses.


15th round, 205th overall: Bobby Engram, WR, Kansas City
Because I spent four of my top six picks on wideouts, I was able to ignore this position through the bulk of the draft. I felt like, in my #5 and #6 wide receiver slots, I had the freedom to roll the dice a bit, with relatively few consequences. I had drafted every position thus far and only needed a backup kicker and backup defense, so I could focus on wide receiver with my next two selections. Engram has always been one of the most underrated receivers in the NFL—the guy just punches in, catches 60 or so balls a year when healthy, moves the chains and doesn’t say a peep. That doesn’t make him exactly fantasy football gold, and he’s also getting up there (36!), but with the new Chiefs offense, he could fill the Wes Welker role for new QB Matt Cassel. The team isn’t exactly in love with #1 target Dwayne Bowe right now, either, and with Tony Gonzalez now in Atlanta, a team that is likely going to be down by three touchdowns in most second halves is going to have to throw to someone dependable. If Engram turns into that guy, he could be good trade fodder as my #5 WR, not bad for a player who isn’t likely to get off my bench.

16th round, 218th overall: Jerheme Urban, WR, Arizona
Here’s one of those “really, he’s white?” names that pops up every now and again. He’s had a great preseason for the Cards and Kurt Warner reportedly loves the guy (in a very Christian way). If and when Steve Breaston comes back, Urban will likely be the #4 wideout in Arizona, but having a Cardinals receiver is never a bad thing, and if things break a certain way, he could be a real steal in this spot. He’s my #6 wideout, after all, so I had the luxury of taking a longshot, high-reward dude with this selection. Also, I have always wanted a “Jerheme” on my team.

17th round, 233rd overall: Dan Carpenter, K, Miami
He’s a kicker. I needed a kicker. He’s a Dolphin. I needed a token Dolphin. What more do you want me to say here?

18th round, 246th overall: 49ers, D/ST, San Francisco
Um. They play a weak schedule? Former Pack stars Manny Lawson and Marcus Hudson play for them? Coach Mike Singletary might be the best linebacker on the squad? Rules mandate that I have to have a second defense, and their bye week was different from Carolina’s and they were one of like five defenses left, so after six beers or so, that made them the right fit for the last choice of a draft. If necessary, I can always drop and add defenses throughout the year based on matchup, so I don’t think it’s going to be bite me too bad.

*whew* That’s a lot of words, a lot of bad analogies and a lot of analysis for a long draft about a team that could feature 25% attrition over the course of the year. But at least it’s over—and football is here.

And on the bright side, maybe the bathroom doesn’t stink anymore.

Limerick Friday LXXXXXXXXXVII: A Real “Michigan Man,” Plus Favre Just … I Mean ... I Give Up

Michigan’s been cheating without reprise
Does anyone think it’s a surprise?
Knew it wouldn’t end well with this hillbilly
You reap what you sow when you’re silly
The Wolverines fall while Dick Rod cries

Shocking—Butt Favre with a dirty play?
But he really loves the game, so it’s OK
“He’s like a little kid out there”
He wears Peter King’s underwear
The suspension should come down any day

Wilson looked like he was underwater
Our receivers had hands of butter
The refs were from Foot Locker
And Spurrier’s off his rocker
But it was a Wolfpack choke—yes, another

This week got the best of me
Lost some Scooter creativity
So I’m going to leave you with four
And come back next week with a roar
You’re lucky you didn’t just get three

Last time …

Putting The "Pro" In Unproductive

It’s Thursday, it’s 12:58, it’s nine miles to Carter-Finley Stadium, we’ve got three-quarters of a tank of gas, eight beers, two more hours of work, it’s light outside and we’re wearing red.

Hit it.

The Scooters Feel A Draft, Part One

Yup. It’s finally football time again. So I threw some beers, chips, hoagie, laptop, printouts and mag into a bag and rolled my arse to my 14-team fantasy football league draft. Here’s what happened:

1st Round, #7 overall: Stephen Jackson, RB, St. Louis
Somewhat surprisingly, DeAngelo Williams went #3 overall (well, not that surprisingly, I guess, when you factor in the Panthers homer pick) and LT went #6, leaving me a choice between Jackson, Frank Gore and Chris Johnson. I had Gore last year and I see the 49ers going to more of a running back-by-committee (RBBC) approach, and I just have a bad feeling about Johnson this year. Lendale White is still there, Tennessee seems to have a ton of backs and Johnson seems to have allowed his rookie success to go to his head (*fill in EZU joke here*). When healthy (and yes, that is key), S-Jax is one of the most dynamic backs in the league, and I see him getting a LOT of touches this year (*don’t fill in Michael Jackson joke here*).

2nd, round, #22 overall: Steve Smith, WR, Carolina
I was surprised that five receivers went off the board before Smith, so even though I had him last year (I usually don’t like to have guys on back-to-back teams), I couldn’t pass him up in this spot. In a year where the sure-thing wideouts just aren’t to be found, I knew one wouldn’t be around when I picked in the third. He’s got a dinged shoulder, but there isn’t a tougher player in the league (ask the many teammates he’s beaten up), and I have to think that Jake Delhomme has one more solid season left in him.

3rd round, #35 overall: Marques Colston, WR, New Orleans
Colston was a guy I had pegged as someone I wanted on my team this year, somehow, someway. Luckily for me, there were some reaches in this round (Donovan McNabb and Vincent Jackson), and even though I was hoping Ronnie Brown would slide to me, when he was snapped up two picks before mine, I wasted no time grabbing Colston. He’s a big red-zone target who was hurt much of last year, but I’m predicting he’ll come back with a vengeance in Drew Brees’s pass-happy offense.


4th round, #50 overall: Roy E. Williams, WR, Dallas
Admittedly, this was the first of my boom-or-bust selections. It was definitely one of those moments where you walk up to the chalkboard already shaking your head before you commit to the player’s name in Magic Marker. There were some iffy, question-mark-riddled RBs out there (Larry Johnson, Joseph Addai, Willie Parker) and I had considered Wes Welker and Anquan Boldin, but those are both #2 wideouts. And hell, I figured someone besides Jason Witten is going to have to catch Tony Romo’s passes, and word was that Williams was “getting it” before he had a minor ankle injury. This is the year for Roy; does the E. stand for “erratic” or “exceptional”? He’s either going to bust loose and prove to everyone that he’s worth what the Cowboys gave up for him, or he’s going to fade into oblivion. Sadly, my team could be dangling on that same precipice thanks to this choice.

5th round, #63 overall: Lendale White, RB, Tennessee
The guy in front of me snaked Derrick Ward of the Bucs from underneath me, which left me a little flummoxed (I’m rarely flummoxed). I mentioned how I feel about Chris Johnson and the Titans this year, and with White’s famed no-tequila diet, I think he can get some things done this year. I certainly wasn’t thrilled with this pick, but I needed a second running back pretty bad and the remaining quarterbacks were all on the same general level in my eyes. The remaining “#1s” at RB were guys like Cedric Benson, Jamal Lewis and Julius Jones. I’m not even going to get into the latter two, but you’ll forgive me if I’m going to ask Cedric Benson to do it again while avoiding any water-related DUIs before I add him to The Scooters. The down side, of course, is I’ve now got back-to-back boom-or-bust choices in Williams and White, so a lot could be riding on whether they go boom (like the dynamite) or bust (like the Christine Hendricks).

6th round, 78th overall: Hines Ward, WR, Pittsburgh
This was a selection that made my overall feelings about my draft spike upwards. I don’t think I’ve ever had Ward on any of my teams, strangely enough, but he’s the old standby. I think folks are a bit too quick on the Santonio Holmes trigger this year; when Roethlisberger is in trouble, he looks for #86 first, second and last. Ward is coming off a very strong year and I think Holmes actually opens up a lot of underneath zones for Ward, who is good enough after the catch to make him a TD option in the red zone. For my #4 receiver in a league where I can start one RB and four WRs if I want, Ward still being here was too good to pass up.


7th round, 93th overall: Jay Cutler, QB, Chicago
Let the record show that I think this dude’s a prick. Luckily, in my league you don’t get points deducted for douchebaggery (though I’ve been pushing for a rules change for years), and in my mind Cutler was far and away the best remaining signal-caller. There are valid points to be made that he doesn’t have any established receivers to throw to, but he’s one of those guys where he makes the wideout instead of the other way around. A tremendous quarterback makes an average wide receiver look like a superstar, and the hope is that Cutler spreads it around enough to Greg Olsen, Devin Hester, Earl Bennett, Desmond Clark and Matt Forte that a couple will truly emerge. Cutler’s going to put up numbers and he’s also a threat to pick up some bonus points with his legs, so I was relatively happy that I was able to wait until the seventh round to land my top QB and have it be a guy of Cutler’s abilities.

8th round, 106th overall: Ahmad Bradshaw, RB, New York Giants
With Derrick Ward gone to Tampa and Brandon Jacobs seemingly always nursing one injury or another, I think Bradshaw can get some things done in ’09. The G-Men have one of the best offensive lines in the game, and I have a strong feeling that Bradshaw is going to get important touches on the ground and in the air this season. He’s an ideal #3 back in that you can start him in a pinch if necessary and he’s also solid trade bait should an injury to Jacobs make him the top dog in the Meadowlands. With other owners grabbing tight ends and defenses left and right in this area, I liked Bradshaw a lot to help bolster a relatively shaky running back corps to date.

9th round, 121st overall: Fred Taylor, RB, New England
Yes, he still has the nickname of “Fragile” even though he’s been pretty injury-free over the past several seasons. Yes, New England rotates as many running backs as Kate Hudson does leading men. Yes, Freddy is getting up there in age. But hell … somebody’s gotta be the #1 for the Patsies, and hasn’t the “Homeless Hoody” made a living by recycling past-their-prime former stars and helping them regain past glory? It was a nice spot to grab a #4 running back with big upside, especially since the top-tier tight ends were long gone and there was no pressing need on my part to grab a #2 QB or a #5 wideout. If the Cheatriots become the point-scoring machine they were prior to Tom Brady’s injury, this could turn into quite a steal for The Scooters.

Point it here for Part II …

Zack and Miri Make a Really Shitty Movie

If you’re into predictable physical humor, fairly obvious jokes and movies where a fat slob with a Jew-puff winds up bagging a hot chick that he’s not remotely in the same league as, then “Zack and Miri Make a Porno” is the flick for you. If you’re not … well … you shouldn’t have accidentally got it in the mail in the first place.

In my opinion, Seth Rogan jumped the shark about four movies ago, but either someone neglected to tell him or my expectations for comedy are grossly out of whack. The expected, predictable crowd of hangers-on who almost always seem to accompany Rogan is present, and it appears that Elizabeth Banks is intent on continuing her career descent. She was once a hot almost-leading-lady type, but for whatever reason, she takes roles where she tries to be funny rather than sexy.

Anyway, this was as big a waste of time as anticipated, despite a few funny moments. Judging by the last few flicks that have appeared in the mailbox, I’m starting to think NetFlix is the devil’s work. I’m half-expecting “Yentl” to come shortly, at which point the Jew-puff will transfer from Rogan to Babs Streisand. And I’ll throw up a little bit in my mouth while weeping.

Giddyup.