The Lex Files

Lex on TV

And, of course, talking about douchebags:

Lex in the WSJ

They know talent when they see it.

The New York Time’s

Even the New York Times sucks at apostrophes:

The show is now in it’s seventh season.

All is White With the World

The dentist today asked whether I had bleached my teeth recently. The answer, of course, is no. I used Crest White Strips in the year 2001; I don’t think that qualifies.

He then said that my teeth were the whitest he’s seen in a month. That’s awesome.

The News on Cracked on Spitzer

When Spitzer made headlines, we made jokes. Enjoy! And Digg!

Google songs

Here’s an interesting article about Google songs…

Nice try, Fox.

You thought you could win. You were wrong, Fox network.

See, you figured that by screwing with my TiVo’s Simpsons Season Pass, by allowing some ridiculous NASCAR special to run late, that I would miss tonight’s episode. That I’d need to wait a few days until it appeared on Hulu or MySpace or wherever the hell you show free episodes online these days.

But I don’t have time or desire to wait for your officially sanctioned re-viewing options, especially when I miss the episode through no fault of my own, and full fault of your own.

Thanks, BitTorrent. Thanks to you, I’m all Simpsoned up this evening.

In Treatment

I hadn’t planned to watch it.

When I first read that HBO was planning a series that would air five nights a week for nine weeks, I didn’t think that was the kind of television commitment I could make.

The premise — that we’d see a therapist five days a week, each day representing a different patient (or, on Fridays, his meetings with his own therapist) — seemed gimmicky. And tiresome.

But TiVo… TiVo decided that I just might like the show. So it started taping a couple episodes as suggestions, a few weeks back.

I caved and watched the first several eps. And they were good.

And now I’m, shall we say, addicted. And even, truly, concerned for some of the patients — and the therapist himself.

It’s amusing to watch how the show frequently fears its own premise. Since, at its core, the show should be confined to a fairly cramped office for the entirety of each 26-minute episode, and since that’s a little boring visually to writers and directors alike, much is done to allow occasional glimpses of spaces outside Paul’s office. The street outside his home were patients park, the rest of his house on occasion, or even more rarely, mental images conjured up by Paul as he gets jealous of a patient.

Still… It’s a great show. It’s nice to know that the sagas, such as they are, will be wrapped up after 45 episodes. I’m personally rooting for Paul not to sleep with Laura (a patient), and also not to reunite with his cheating wife. I’m expecting he’s not going to listen to me on either issue.