God, I suck...I completely forgot that the Mirah/Tara Jane O'Neil show was tonight...but tonight is also Game 7 of the Kings-Timberwolves match-up and there's no way in hell that I'm going to miss that even if it does turn out to be a painful mess.

Yes, I'm going to be a slave to my TV, to the King's, to my inner sports enthusiast (a total nut I never knew existed until a few years ago).

Speaking of TV...I loved this week's Soprano's episode. I know some people probably hated it but I thought it was so well-done, fucking genius really - especially the Annette Bening part.

If you've yet to see it and don't care about spoilers then here is how Television Without Pity summed it up:

David Chase separates the men from the boys this week with a twenty-minute "test" dream sequence that probably only makes sense if you've watched every episode ten times or written a fifteen-page recap about each of them. It also helps if you've seen or read every movie, book, or TV show ever made, since the dream references The Godfather, 2001, Bugsy, Chinatown, High Noon, The Valachi Papers, Taxi Driver, American Beauty, The Honeymooners, A Christmas Story, and Frankenstein, along with non-cinematic nods to Lee Harvey Oswald, Pie-Oh-My, Toblerone, castration, the Newark riots, horses as whores, the fact that Tony never had the makings of a varsity athlete, Joey Pants, Mickey Palmice, Big Pussy, Gigi Cestone, Richie Aprile, Gloria Trillo, Vin Makazian, Annette Bening, and, amusingly enough, Artie Bucco as a dead guy who encourages Tony to fuck Artie's wife.

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Last night we went to see Wilbur Wants to Kill Himself and while the movie is certainly flawed in some respects, it is still a little gem of a movie and definitely worth checking out because even at its most sentimental it was one million less times sentimental than the Hollywood version of this film would ever be. Cory & I figured that in the Tinseltown rendition of this film that Tom Hanks would play the older brother and really, I think that tells you everything. Maybe Adam Sandler would play the title character? And that's not a slight to Mr. Sandler because I thought he was freaking amazing in Punch Drunk Love, but I'm just sayin'....Hollywood likes its bankable laughs...

In any case, if you get a chance, check it out(I believe it's already out on DVD and video).Once you get through the first ten minutes of adjusting to the thick Scottish brogues, it's really witty and nearly pitch-perfect in its dialogue and story development.

For better or for worse we had the theater to ourselves last night so it was like a private screening and we could talk in normal voices throughout the movie as if we were just checking it out at home with our cups of coffee and tea. A nice evening all in all.

Alright....go Kings...please.