"Invincible" *** (out of four): Yes, they've made this underdog-gets-a-shot-at-the-pros sports movie about a hundred times, but when it's done well (as it is here), it still works.

“Invincible”, the true story of Vince Papale, the 30 year-old substitute teacher and bartender from South Philadelphia who in the mid-70s is picked to play for his beloved hometown Eagles, is ripped straight from the Disney, feel-good, underdog sports movie playbook. And as such, it can take its place along side “Remember the Titans”, “The Rookie” and to a lesser extent “Miracle”. Yes, they’ve made this movie about a hundred times, but when it’s done well (as it is here), it still works.

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Recently, two men with over 50 years of comic book experience at Harvey, published a 144 page condensation of the 600 page 9/11 commision report. Slate.com is posting the entire book, one chapter at a time, for all to read free of charge.

I mention this because I just watched CourtTV's On Native Soil, a documentary on the 9/11 commission process. It was very intense, and at times difficult to watch. But it makes you want to read the entire report, and I can't remember the last time I read a 600 page book.

I also want to point out that on September 10th and 11th, ABC will air The Path to 911, a mini-series that takes place inside the FBI and CIA prior to the attacks, with a focus on John O'Neill, the career FBI agent and Bin Laden expert, who quit the bureau in August of 2001 and took a job at the World Trade Center. If you've never heard of John O'Neill, PBS has already run a special on him, or you can read the New York or New Yorker pieces. It'll make your head spin.

This is an infamous "crafts project" that involves making a card from a Land O Lakes box. The box she is holding up is converted into a flap that, when lifted, reveals her tits. (The "breasts" are actually made from her knees using the image from the back of the box.)

Click here for step by step instructions.

Cowboys fine Terrell Owens for missing rehab and team meetings.

Have you ever wanted to “amend” the Ten Commandments? What would you add? Here are some suggestions from different folks.

Thou shall watch thy step around agricultural colleges.

Wash your hands after you touch that thing.

Lots more New Commandments today at Miss Cellania.

Ray Nagin on Meet The Press this morning. Obviously, Russert asked him about the New York comment, and if he wanted to apologize. The Mayor basically held his ground, said he wished he'd used a term other than "hole in the ground", and asked people to watch the entire 60 minutes piece to hear the comment in context.

Personally, this was the first time I'd seen the actual video, and he seemed a little pissed off when he said it, probably due to constant questioning regarding his handling of the New Orleans rebuild. The issue came up earlier this week on Gothamist, and New Yorkers were pretty vocal on both sides regarding whether or not they agreed. I'm definitely on the "he has a point" side. (And 58% of the responders to a Crain's New York Business poll agree) No progress in five years, meanwhile things like the Olympics and Jets stadium were getting all the attention at City Hall.

One last thing...obviously Congressman King had to put his two cents in. He's gotta be the most opportunistic douchebag in all of Washington. And It looks like a few other people agree.

Speaking of bubblegum, I read on AdFreak recently how Bazooka relaunched their brand with a campaign based on a classic bubblegum camp song. While both Adfreak and AdRants were lukewarm, it seemed like a pretty good idea to me. Take a song straight out of the brand mythology, update it with spots starring a Brooklyn-based boy band, and ask kids to make their own.

But checking this week at YouTube, it looks like only three people have taken them up on it, and all seem pretty embarrassed about the whole thing. (not really Mentos/Diet Coke kind of numbers) They will have that tune in their heads for weeks, though. And it's still a hundred tmes better than the CheeseFest they just threw up at Bubblicious.

Clearing out some old stuff today...You may have seen BubbleGum Fink on BoingBoing a few weeks ago. Not only does this guy love the 70's (puts me to shame), but he creates entire sets of trading cards for movies and tv shows that he thinks should've been made.

As a fellow trading card collector/dork, I can tell you he's pretty devoted to the craft. I've posted a few samples, (lke this one from the very cool Clockwork Orange set) but you can see them all, along with his huge collection of 70's stuff, on his site.

- Been to Diesel Heaven? It's a strange place, run by beautiful slackers. Kinda like the lower east side.
- I'm sure there are dumber ideas for shows, but they don't immediately come to mind...Very Funny Ads.
- It's list time. You can choose baseball's all-time fattest slobs, or tv's biggest nymphos. Yup, thought so.
- Via Neatorama...remember what the Internet looked like in 1996? It's just as well. Not very interesting.
- And Christopher Hitchens is a guy I really don't get. Anyway, here he is flipping off an entire audience.

I won't insult your intelligence by assuming that you watch Flavor of Love on Vh1. The gyst of it is that Flavor Flav is looking for "love" and so he's invited 20 frightening reality tv freaks to stay at his house and audition to be his woman. At the end of each of episode, those who are invited to stat are give a flav-style clock. The rest are eliminated. The first episode featured an incident that left me speechless. It was clearly unscripted and may just be the end all of reality television. I can't imagine another show topping this. The culprit's nickname is Somethin'. Be forewarned. Apparently she did it twice.

"I think it's time you gave us something more hardcore".

It was Scaramouch, the editor of this digital rag. "A longer form piece, something that'll really show us what Second Life is all about, through the eyes of it's first gonzo journalist. Tell me, what do you spend most of your time there doing?"

My fingers paused over the keyboard - it's the same goddam stupid request Editors always ask, to 'get under the skin' to 'peel back the layers'. Only two weeks on the payroll, and already this jackass was wearing thin on me.

"Mainly, I fuck strippers" I replied, truthfully. After all, why lie? A beat, and then...

"OK then - how about the "Ten Best Escorts in Second Life"? We LOVE those Top Ten lists".

It was either continue to type, or punch my fist into the screen. "Do I get an unlimited expense account? In Linden Dollars?"

And so it was decided. I would spend seven days on a road trip - call it "Fear & Loathing in Second Life" - taking in ten of the best escorts the Lindens have to offer. It's a hard assignment, but someone had to do it.