Not excited for the big game on Sunday?
I think this will help.

I'll root for the Cards (for Tim), but if based on this video only... "Go Steelers!"

You may remember my previous post about the 3 year old given the name "Adolf Hitler Campbell" by his parents.

Now, it turns out the lil' Fuhrer has been taken into state custody and away from his ever lovin' mama and papa.

Some highlights from the article.

"Heath Campbell (the father) said harassment from neighbors forced him out of his Milford home."

Dad also thinks the Aryan fruit of his loins is being mistreated by state welfare workers.

"Their hair was all in the back, all with little knots in it and stuff. I don't feel that they're taking care of my children," ...Yes, he named his child Hitler and he's worried about the tangles in his hair.

I can't decide if it's real or not.

"New in Town" ** (out of four): Strained, lighter-than-air romantic comedy about a corporate executive who falls for the smalltown, snowbound locals she's sent to layoff. Like its heroine, it never warms up.

"New in Town", a strained romantic comedy vehicle for Renée Zellweger, follows the time-tested city-mouse/country-mouse formula of "Doc Hollywood" and "Sweet Home Alabama" (no coincidence, since co-scripter C. Jay Cox wrote the latter): big city hotshot is forced to spend time in a small-town and falls for its quaint, bucolic charms. In "Town", Ms. Zellweger plays Lucy Hill, a type-A businesswoman living in Miami. In short order (really, before the credits are over), the film shows her out for a morning jog before jumping in her convertible sports car and attending a high-powered corporate meeting. Right then and there she's chosen for a business trip to New Ulm, Minnesota, where she must evaluate a local manufacturing plant and downsize fifty percent of its workforce. Seeing an opportunity to "make V.P.", Lucy jumps at the chance. But something tells me it won't be so easy...

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Via our good friend Tim Nudd at Adfreak comes this incredibly perky dry cleaning ad, starring Erin Ivey, who has her own blog here. I want to hate it, but I just can't - I think a dry cleaner just stole my heart.

Probably better than anything you'll see on the Superbowl this weekend.

Cause you need to pee and munch and conversate during the game.
And a lot of the ads premiered on the net already anyway.

Here's a collection of spots which are supposed to air on the big game come Sunday. Enjoy them now so you have more time to drink beer and pound salsa.

"Taken" ** (out of four): A brutal cartoon of a film that seems as antiquated and out-of-touch as Liam Neeson's lead character.

Liam Neeson gets a shot at action hero status in "Taken", a French action flick co-written by Luc Besson and directed by "District B13" helmer Pierre Morel. Neeson plays Bryan Mills, a retired CIA operative. Bryan has given up his long and storied career as a super-spy to be near his teenaged daughter, Kim (Maggie Grace). Having been absent most of her young life, Bryan is sadly out-of-touch with Kim, who now lives with her mother and millionaire stepfather in a Bel-Air mansion. In the opening scenes of "Taken", we become acquainted with his "attention-to-detail", his deadly skill (in thwarting the would-be assassin of a pop-star client) and the painful divide between Bryan and Kim.

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A question that came up in conversation with my wife. Over the years, the way we refer to.. well, sex... has morphed into "Nookie". As in:

• I'm too tired for Nookie tonight
• What are you after, Nookie?
  
• We can cuddle if you want but don't think it's going to lead to Nookie, Mister.

(These are just random examples, you understand)

It probably started so we could use a non-offensive word in case a child was in earshot (and with four, one is always in earshot) but now we use it exclusively. So I was wondering, what does everyone else call it when they talk about "IT" with their significant other? Is "Nookie" universal, or do you have your own phrase?

(Understand, I'm not looking for creative and crazy euphemisms, this is just a straw poll on what phrase you usually use)

Baierman's post about Mickey Rourke's next step after The Wrestler, and the comments below it, made me remember my own passion for one genre of wrestling, which most of you may not be familiar with.

British Wrestling was a staple of Saturday afternoon's World of Sport in the 70s, beginning at 4pm on ITV, and leading into the Football (err soccer) results (and closely followed by Dr Who). As such it was watched not only by kids like myself, but housewives all over the country as we say down to have our spam sandwiches, tea and tinned fruit with cake (I kid you not - it's a North-of-England thing)

While not as acrobatic as the current Wrestling federations, it still featured colorful personalities and grudge matches, and I think was rooted as much in the legacy of British pantomime as the Mexican masked wrestlers. Usually compered by Brian Crabtree (brother of 373lb wrestling star Big Daddy, who's unlikely real name was Shirley), the ringside was invariably filled with elderly women, who took delight in pounding any wrestler that was thrown out of the ring.

After the jump a few classic matches, courtesy of YouTube...