Aparently, television watchers, I was on an episode of This American Life yesterday. This shocked me for several reasons:

• I did not know This American Life was a television show.
• I have no idea why I would be on This American Life. Update: I found out. I must be in the background of some old footage. My pal, the brilliant Charlie Todd, had been featured on the radio version of the show some time ago in a segment about Improv Everywhere. It makes perfect sense that his story would be on the inaugural episode of a TAL tv show. I must be in the background of some old footage. If you do not yet know about Improv Everywhere, it’s brilliant. I really want a copy of this show now! Congratulations to Charlie.
• This will not bode well for my federal witness protection program identity.

If you happened to tape or TiVo this program, I would love to see it.

I’m in love with the term “haterade.” A friend used it in conversation today and I’d forgotten how delightful a term it is. I think I will name my first book HATERADE. That’ll be the non-fiction book, in which I write essays on how much I’m hatin’ on all the playas.

Emma Bolden has good news today. I don’t know if I should reveal it, so I’ll just say that Emma Bolden has good news today, and I’m super-psyched for her.

I’m also super-psyched for the aforementioned friend, who also got some good news recently and needs to get used to the idea that he’s doing things that are going to set some people’s hair on fire. In a good way.

And finally, I got some good news this week: I got the author to sign a copy of this:

You can buy a copy from Paypal for only $6.00 plus shipping.

Re: snarkiness on listservs– if your name sounds like a delicious beverage, I love you!

Here at White Noise, it’s “pilots that were never picked up” day, featuring the greatest shows that networks were too dumb to buy. Two of the three greats are here… lemme know if you know where to find a copy of Robert Smigel’s “Kids Show,” which would make the day complete.

Heat Vision and Jack! Forgot how good this is!

Lookwell! Greatest pilot ever!

It’s an idyllic Monday night, and I am making the trip from Chapel Hill to Greensboro. I’ve just had a beer at Zog’s while polishing off a powerpoint for a presentation that I have to do at the Closing the Gap conference at the Koury Center. I’m going to be staying at the good ole Holiday Inn Express (where, little do I know, I will end up having to get a room from the night guy who apparently just started and doesn’t know what the “state government rate” means). I’m zooming down I-40. The Decemberists are playing. I pass familiar billboards for Replacements Ltd., whatever gun show is coming up, and Maryland basketball.

**record scratch sound indicating things have gone horribly awry, a la every commercial on the UPN** Maryland basketball? As in, the University of Maryland has a billboard for their basketball teams on I-40, just outside Greensboro, not far from their hated rivals Dook and my own beloved University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill? As in, between those great basketball schools (plus NC State) and Wake Forest, another ACC rival? Am I seeing this right?

Hey, Maryland, I know that your women won a big game and are now in the Final Four, but so are Dook and UNC. So you don’t really have gloating rights there. And your men didn’t do so well this year, so it’s not a strategically-place f-u to North Carolina basketball in general. So, what’s the deal?

Then it occurs to me that perhaps, like UNC-P (Pembroke State University to you hard-core old-schoolers), Maryland is trying to recruit students by placing an ad for its basketball team in the middle of ACC country, where North Carolina basketball teams are a religion. I really do liken it to placing an ad for Columbia in the Charleston local paper during the Civil War.

Is anyone going to buy this? Are there disaffected youth in Gibsonville thinking, “Hey, you know, I was going to go get the Personal Touch at UNC-P, but these Maryland fellows, they have chutzpah! I should go there! What a fantastic way to express my individuality. I’ll go tell the whole gang at Dairy Queen”? Or are they assuming that since everyone from north of the Mason-Dixon line drives to High Point to buy their furniture, placing a Maryland ad in North Carolina would be a good way to entice them to buy season tickets?

Well, this one, I might believe. Imagine you’re from Rockville or Silver Spring and you just want a hand-crafted ottoman. You’re in your SUV hauling ass at 75, and you see billboard after billboard with shit you don’t want. “Gun show… nah… Swiffer… I have one of those… Dockside Dolls… damn, it’s closed for renovation… Gentleman’s Car Wash… too lowbrow… Maryland basketball… maybe… ‘We need to have a conversation. –God’… I’m not buying that… McDonald’s next exit… not organic…. fuck it, I’ll buy the Maryland basketball tickets.”

Still, I would love to know what the thought process was. Even Pedro doesn’t have signs in this section of the country. (He also lacks political experience.)

By the way, if this guy tries to give me his personal touch, I’m screaming “rape.”

Every now and then, the Internet sends you tumbling into one of its remote corners, and you find something truly wonderful. I was looking at which phrases lead you to this blog, and of course, “JJ Redick girlfriend” has been a big one this month. With his picture all over the teevee and all those hopeful 15-year-olds in Wyoming, how could it not be? It might even be the #1 search term of the month on Google!

So I searched on that term to see how high I rank– a paltry tenth!– and I followed one of the other links when I saw this:

WTF?

Seriously, how can you not follow a link that promises you that? I did, and here’s the whole message:

My dear God. I had to click the link, which took me to this guy’s blog, which is also a work of art! The past month has gems like the prank on a USC basketball player, a slam at T.O. (we know how I feel about T.O.), and the conspiracy to let 30-something nerds take over EA Games’ soundtracks. Sure, none of that measures up to the Danny Ferry thing, but I’m a fan.

For some reason, my somewhat ancient post about J.J. Redick’s ridiculous poetry has become quite the hotspot for debate about his sexual preference! Seriously, check the comments out!

Also, some commenters apparently think I know the bard of Durham. But if you do, I have the e-mail addresses of about thirty 15-year-olds who would like to get to know him. They luv him. Luuuuv him.

Don’t get all excited, 15-year-old girls. I didn’t take that photo. I stole it from flickr.com. But maybe if you Google hard enough, you can find pictures of his b00bies!

Even the skeletons are better dressed than I am.

Seriously, I have no sense of style.

I do have this wonderful dream that one day I will get out of bed and I will dress myself and I will look even remotely like I know what I am doing. This does not seem likely, though.

Hammer sends this awesome link:

http://www.pimpmynutcracker.com/

Store Wars: The desperate struggle to keep organic foods from falling prey to Imperial Storm Troopers… or something like that.