Ergo bibamus.

Let me start off by saying: LOOK AT THESE PILLOWS! They look like food. And not just any food, but breakfast food, the best food there is. (The sushi and the sweets pillows are also rather awesome.) When did pillows become such an exciting housewares item? I feel like the fun nature of these pillows is mocking the fact that I've been in my new apartment for two months now and I still don't have a couch.

Anyway, here's some news that I've picked up from various friends, various blogs, and various Google searches:

Drew Carey is going to replace Bob Barker as the host of The Price is Right. I don't know how I feel about this. I mean, Drew was okay as host of Who's Line is It Anyway? but he wasn't what made the show good; it was the improv and the actors that made it funny. (And the British version of the show was still better.) Bob Barker MAKES TPIR what it is. I will equate this shift to the dude from Home Improvement eventually taking over for the dude that committed suicide as host of Family Feud. Granted, Bob Barker is old and needs to retire--he's been getting more and more belligerent and annoyed with contestants who don't know what to do or can't make that friggin' wheel go all the way around with one spin. And no one wants to see him croak in the midst of the show's run, a la Rod Roddy. (Here's an AV Club interview with Rod, by the way.) But still...this is the end of an era for late-morning television.

Word on the street is that there's a Y: The Last Man movie in the making. (My friend Ker forecasts that Josh Harnett is going to play Yorick, but this makes us both sad for some reason. I'm pushing for Jason Schwartman.) This sparked my memory that Preacher was supposed to be made into a TV show on HBO, and I found this video clip saying that it still might be a go, despite former rumors that squelched the even more former rumors that the show was going to be produced. However, Mark Steven Johnson is slated to direct the first few episodes. That's the same guy who did Ghost Rider and Daredevil. Now, I didn't see Ghost Rider, but I actually OWN Daredevil. (This occurred as a by-product of wanting to own the old Adam West Batman movie--you know, the one with the exploding shark?--and wanting to help out my friend Sue, who was working at Sam Goody at the time, and got commissions from pre-orders. There was a promotion going on that if you pre-ordered Daredevil, you got Batman for free, so...yes.) I do own Daredevil, and therefore I know that it sucks. And I haven't heard many good things about Ghost Rider, either, so this makes me nervous about this possible Preacher show. I wonder how it feels to be Mr. Johnson; I mean, everyone thinks your work sucks. People bash on Daredevil all the time, and he had friggin' Nicholas Cage play Johnny Blaze, whom people bash all the time, too. Nothing seems to go right for poor Mr. Johnson. Yet, he's still plugging along, and has now moved his sights onto a more adult graphic novel. I hope the change is good for him; three strikes, and he'll be out of the realm of respect from comic book fans the world 'round.

Speaking of movies, The Simpsons Movie comes out on Friday, and the world is going crazy for it. How do I know this, other than the fact that 7-11s are turning into Kwik-E-Marts across the country? It's because I can't friggin' Simpsonize myself. I had Burger King for lunch yesterday (gross, I know--but tasty!) and on the bag was advertised the Simpsonize Me website. So of course, when I get back to the office, what's the first thing I do? Not file the enrollment forms that need to be filed, or send the letters to instructors that need to be sent; no, I go to simsponizeme.com. And I find a nifty photo of me off Facebook, I save it to my work computer's desktop, and then I hit "upload"...and then I wait. And wait. Watching that little donut icon spin around while it was "loading" was amusing at first, but after the first ten minutes, I just got bored. And then, ten minutes after that, it decides to tell me there was an error with the whosy-whatsits, or something. Bah! I am not meant to be a Simpsons character, I fear.

Anyway, go see the movie on Thursday at midnight. And good luck turning yourself yellow.

In other news, Weather.com is the new YouTube. See for yourself, with this video about bird thieves. (By the way, I would like to own this bird. However, as I discussed with my sister, if I trained the bird to steal "crisps" for me, then we'd end up fighting over the crisps, and the bird would probably win.)

And can I just say I was completely out of the loop on the "Kel Mitchell may or may not be dead" debate? Kel Mitchell is not dead. I know that, and I have known it since his days talking about orange soda on All That. (Which wasn't so good, by the way; Roundhouse was much better.) But I didn't know that somewhere in between, to a good majority of the world, he was dead. Just one reason why you shouldn't become a Google-searching gossip monger who lives off sites like Pop Candy. (P.S. - I heart Pop Candy.)

In honor of Kel not being dead, someone should buy these pins.

For all New Brunswick residents (or former residents of N.B. and fans of Thinisu): 138 Easton Ave., which all of us came to know and love as the home of Thinisu, is now some place called "The Hang Out." This angers me, that the restaurant replacing our beloved Thinisu is presumptuously calling itself THE hang out already. If anyone knows anything more about this, let me know. But to the owners of The Hang Out: you a presumptuous, and therefore I have a predilection to dislike you already.

And finally, this site is awesome: myopenbar.com. The bill themselves as "Your guide to free booze." This link is to the NYC version, but they have one for Chicago too, so if I end up spending $60,000 on grad school and move out to Illinois, at least I know I can still drink for free.