Xzibit, on the projector and 30-foot inflatable screen installed in the trunk of a '68 Mercury Cougar: "That's ... ridiculously unnecessary."

Fantan Mojah makes a hell of a case for Rastafarianism here. I break down completely on "He bless me no matter what me do him!"

I wonder how many non-stoned white kids feel this kind of spontaneous devotion to Haile Selassie. Like my dad used to say: "I think it would be some kind of record, if you could define it right."

Special shout-out to the "bad-minded neighbor." She didn't have to be here, but she's giving it her all.

Tomorrow, Jah willing: a Weezy status report!

Apparently these folks do logo design.

Something tells me they wouldn't be too keen to draw one up for this site, though ...

I read recently that David Milch, creator and showrunner of Deadwood, dictates the scripts for episodes into a microphone while lying on the floor in an empty room. (Producers and staff writers are stationed at the other end of ... whatever the microphone is connected to. I like to imagine one of those immense plexiglass tubes, like at drive-up bank windows. Not sure if this speaks more to my mind's tenuous grip on reality-based physics, or to the reverence I have for the quasar-dense dialogue on that show.) The arrangement is one of necessity, on account of Milch's severe OCD -- a computer keyboard poses too much temptation to scrub away at imperceptible grime, or just to press the ampersand key again and again and again ...

I don't worry too much about grime morsels, myself, and the ampersand key doesn't often shoot me come-hither glances (when rendered in Garamond, I'd even consider it taken -- wouldn't want to muscle in on Erin's territory), but I did once write an entire semester's worth of assignments in New Message windows within Eudora 2.0, because I didn't trust myself around the staggering array of fonts and formats in Microsoft Word.

All of this is just to say: (1) if you think this place looks like crap, well, it's at least partly by design; and (2) sometimes just sitting down to type is the hardest part.

At my last job, I was pretty lucky. You could start all your judicial opinions with: "This is a [type of] case. Plaintiffs are _______; defendants are ________" and no one would ever think twice about it.

No such luck here, for me. But for you, dear reader (oh, for you!), there will be a world of bloggy happiness. No statements of the basis for jurisdiction, and that's just the beginning. Assuming I manage to get up off the couch and start an entry now and then (and that I never get under the hood of this Drupal enough to start playing with font color), you can come to Kentertainment for your regular allotment of pop culture analysis (ok, pointless music video dissections) and cutting-edge opinion brokering (ok, ill-informed carping).

It'll be completely worthless. You're going to love it.

--K

P.S. Anyone know a good logo designer?