Trying to reclaim "napalm" as a term of endearment? Good luck, brother.

I don't think this has ever been true before.  But there just may be an article in "Playboy" worth buying the magazine for that in all ways exceeds the interest in the dirty(ish) pictures of the nekkid ladies.  If you haven't heard by now, John Mayer gave an interview where he really veered far afield of what's cool to say about being black versus being white in America.  The talk about sex, however, is where this amp gets turned up to eleven.  Especially on the scale of hilarity.  His rant on Jessica Simpson being the sexual equivalent of crack cocaine is pants-peeing-level funny talk.  So unless you're one of the 14 remaining subscribers to the magazine, I suggest finding a way to get your hands on a copy of the March issue.  The online version appears to be a red herring that I'm sure will be exploited to the hilt by the internet's murkier elements, if my use of the Google this morning is an accurate representation of what's being done with the search terms "John Mayer Playboy interview transcript" of even just "John Mayer".  Regardless, I give his shtick the absolute highest recommendation for those willing to wade into the dark waters of necessary pop culture inanity.

I've been doing some blogging for the last few weeks for the no-longer-a-newspaper version of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.  I suggested a group blog to the PI months ago, and a handful of us launched the expanded and sillied-up version of a neighborhood blog.  For the time being, I put up a Monday post.  It's really an antiquated model for running a "blog" - more 1990s online journalism thinking than anything else.  But if you're looking to see a few things about my part of Seattle written with a just slightly more journalistic bent, you should give it a looksie.  I'll keep you posted if I blow the doors off of any neighborhood snark in desperate need of cross promotion.  Until then, I'm just seeing how much I can get away with before the editors start actually doing their jobs (getting in a "BOOBS!" joke this past Monday being my most sophomoric example thus far).

Hope your own instincts for self-promotion are tempered by pop culture diversions today.  Rock on.

Was that snow or Gawd's frozen happy tears falling in Green Bay?

It was a hugely satisfying weekend for the Green Bay Packers and fans like me the world over. The Pack spotted the Seattle Seahawks two touchdowns in the first 4 minutes. Believe me or not, but I wasn't all that worried. And then they bore down and found gold under the accumulating snow. You could run off a full roster of great performances from that team. No disrespect meant to the Seahawks. The Packers were on fire amidst the swirling storm. Just. Plain. Loved it.

And then the Dallas Cowboys got punked by the New York Giants. Never overlook a team that's won 9 of 10 games on the road - the Giants are dream-killers. I suspect next week at Lambeau will be a true test. Yet, seeing all the swirling humiliation around Texas Stadium just made the weekend all that more sweet. To be fair, I've been to one game in Dallas while we lived there back in the med school era. A college roommate of mine from Milwaukee (who was also at Lambeau Saturday) came to visit and scored tix for a Packers-Cowboys game through a family connection. I was shocked that the Cowboys fans couldn't have been nicer, even before the Pack stunk it up on their turf yet again. So my view of the Cowboys had been somewhat softened by experience. Until this Season. Seeing "Lover Boy" Romo go down in flames again brought back that good ol' cynical tang. Yummy.

Speaking of Romo, the NYPost offered the most original insult yesterday by hiring a Jessica Simpson impersonator to wander around the stadium. Karma tossed in a snarky joke with the fact that she's apparently from a Seattle suburb. And then Terrell Owens poured extra laughing gas on the gag and lit a roman candle by getting all teary-eyed after the game in defending his QB's choice of bye-week nookie getaways. Somewhere right now, Roger Clemens is probably even cracking up as he hunkers down with his lawyers.

Hope your own impersonators have nothing to work with today. Rock on.