For our tenth episode, we invite Baierman to the dais to discuss recent celebrity deaths and enlighten us as to how Farrah Fawcett really died.

Winston Zeddemore has never been given proper credit. He may not have been a college professor or possessed accountant, but he definitely kicked a lot of ectoplasmic ass. Chris Hardwick over at Nerdist has called attention to the distinct lack of Winston love, both in the film trailers, posters, and other marketing materials. But now, through the grace of the internets and some nifty FCP action, Winston isn't just a Ghostbuster, he's the Ghostbuster.

I'm sure it was a great idea for Russian energy giant Gazprom to form a joint venture with Nigeria's state operated NNPC. I'm sure a lot of research went into the venture, it's affects on the economy, the environment, and the energy crisis. With all that research, wouldn't they have determined that, perhaps, calling the new company "Nigaz" wasn't the best idea? More on the story here.

I'm sure it will come as no surprise to regular readers of this site that I own a pair of leather pants. I have worn them in public, although rarely and only at night. They aren't tight, reflective, or uncomfortable. In fact, many people don't realize they're leather until they touch them. The pants have a long and sordid history, beginning with the two female strippers my brother lived with in Providence, Rhode Island deciding that he needed a pair back in 2001. They purchased him these pants, I know he wore them at least once, and that was that. (For the record, there are no tell-tale stripper left overs on the pants like glitter, that vanilla-cinnamon perfume they all wear, or any - uh - stains.) My brother gained some weight and eventually grew out of them. I found them in the back of his closet and have "owned" them ever since.

I'd never had an excuse to wear these pants. Actually, I've never been invited to wear these pants until I received an invitation by the Axe Instinct people to attend an event at the Hard Rock Cafe in Times Square for the launch of their product. At the end of the invite it said: "Don't forget to wear leather." And a knowing grin formed on my face.

I was first introduced to DJ Gregory's story by a friend whose wife attended college with him. Gregory, who was born with Cerebral Palsy, is a golf fan and decided to walk every hole of every round of every tournament last year. It's a tough video to watch, in that it magnifies how little I've done having been given so much. But at the same time it gives me hope that there are people out there who can overcome some significant odds to achieve something almost magical. I'll remember Gregory's story next time I complain about the golf carts not being fully charged when I hit the links. To learn more about DJ Gregory's story, check out his book here.

Anyone else remember the collaboration of Eddie Murphy and Michael Jackson for the song (and unintentionally hilarious video) "What's Up With You?" Me neither.

It may be hard to deal with the passing of an icon, but I take comfort in knowing that, although Michael Jackson may be gone, there's still a pint-sized impersonator moonwalking his way into our large hearts.

With the release of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, it's time to look into the Michael Bay vault once more. Instead of car chases, we're looking at women. Specifically, the female leads in each of his movies. Bay has a penchant for brunettes, and often these women serve no other purpose than to look concerned in a monitor-filled room during the climax of the movie. What follows is a detailed study in these characters and the women who play them.

My brother was picked off a mountain in Switzerland via helicopter after he was jumping off cliffs and blew out his ACL. He then spent the rest of the trip sliding down the slopes on a lunch tray. My mother went on safari in Mozambique and speaks animatedly about how she blew a hole in the side of a water-buffalo with a shotgun while hanging out of a Jeep. My father served several tours of duty in Vietnam - enough said. So I'm what is now known as simply the family pussy. The guy who is too busy suffering through an allergy attack to go whitewater rafting. The man who'd get hit with a pitch in little league and walk off the field crying into his helmet.

I had my chance at redemption this weekend, and I decided to take it.

Look out you dirty hippies! Grab your bongs and grilled cheese sandwiches and get ready for Triumph at Bonnaroo.

It seems to be a slow day around these parts, most likely due to the tie hangovers from Father's Day. I don't have much to add, other than a bunch of photos featured in USA Today and Yahoo Movies from Tim Burton's upcoming film, Alice in Wonderland.

(Via Coming Soon.net)

I wish I had a time machine. I wouldn't use it to place bets on sports teams, or see what my folks were like in high school. No, I'd go back a mere three months ago and tell my past-self to avoid all pop culture and television for the next three months. That way, I'd have no idea who the hell Jon and Kate Gosselin are and I could get on with my life. The mere fact that the Gosselins are sharing space with the dramatic events in Iran is mind-numbingly scary. We shouldn't be concerned that the parents of eight children are going through marital difficulties.

Often, when Johnny and I record an episode of 3 Chords & the Truth, we'll let the camera roll a bit in the beginning in order to allow us to get our footing. I went back through these little snippets and found a few gems that I thought would make a good outtakes montage. Sadly, this may be more entertaining than the actual show. Enjoy.

There are well substantiated rumors that a new Indiana Jones movie is in the works. And while I'm hesitant to even consider Steven, George, Harrison and (ugh) Shia adding another number to the franchise after the skull-fuck that was Crystal Skull, I also feel like we need redemption. Indy can't go out like that. He's too iconic for his last screen appearance to be surrounded by swinging monkeys and amazingly horrible amphibious vehicle jumps.

We all have ideas of how we'd like to see the series go. The imagined adventures Dr. Jones would go on. And I'd like to hear what you guys would like to see in Indy 5. Here's mine:

Leave it to a politician to completely miss the point. Specifically, comparing the protests in Iran to how the Republicans were shut out of the House last year. That's just what Michigan Congressman, Pete Hoekstra did - on his Twitter account. Luckily, the fun-loving individuals on the internet were not ones to let him get away with such a bold and erroneous statement. New York Magazine has captured some of the responses to Hoekstra's post in this article. A few of my favorites:

• curtsmith @petehoekstra, fell off my surfboard in Malibu today, now I know what D-day felt like.
• mike_bosworth @petehoekstra I got a sunburn last weekend. Makes me think of Hiroshima.
• donnahon @petehoekstra Got some sand in my shoe. Now I know what it's like to be on my third deployment in Iraq.
• benhuh @petehoekstra I had to sit in the last row of our corporate jet this morning. This is what Rosa Parks must have felt like.
• trisloth @petehoekstra My toilet just overflowed a little. Now I know what it was like for the Indonesian tsunami victims.

Ah, the un-ending sarcasm of the internet - such a thing of beauty. If you'd like to see more, check out this blog devoted to the newly unfolding internet meme.