I didn't get to perform with The Latino Comedy Project this week at the University of Texas (blame work for my late Tuesdays), but they got a nice write-up in the campus paper, which you can find here.

The group will also be featured this weekend on "American Latino TV," a nationally syndicated show. You can find out what station it airs in your area on this site, but oddly, it won't tell you what day/time the show airs. Here in Austin, it'll be on at midnight on Sunday (that's Sunday at night, not early morning Sunday) on CBS (KEYE). I'm told that's a very legitimate time slot for the kinds of things that we do.

From their show description:

February 7th - February 13th, 2005-Episode 310 -- Laugh out loud with the award-winning troupe The Latino Comedy Project; The stylish and sexy Latina-inspired designs of Chula; The crafty artwork of Los Mestizos, the husband and wife team who combine art with their culture; Dance to the Latin pop beats of Grammy-winning group Bacilos; Cine celebrates Latino Film Festivals.

You may not laugh out loud to us, but come on: they've got CHULA! That's awesome. You should at least check it out for that.

While we're on the Latin tip, may I please recommend a singer who was on one of the songs from the Terribly Happy mix CD with Lila Downs on "Dignificada": Andrea Echeverri of the group Aterciopelados, who has a solo album coming out in March and will be performing at South by Southwest. You can check out some samples of her awesome vocal wares at this site.

Li'l Floaty Omie Head strives to stay up on pop culture, despite lack of sleep, a headache and, what is this, a severed nerve on my pinky or something? Jeez.

Anyway, stuff about Nick and Jessica, the Dark Tower books (I finished them, finally!), Million Dollar Baby (no spoilers) and, uh, George Hamilton.

Let me get this straight, NFL:

You think the ad where the girl's wearing a tight top in front of a senate subcommittee and twirling around is "...very much out of step with the tenor set by the other ads and programming broadcast by Fox on Super Bowl Sunday."

You mean out of step with the ad about a drug that makes people's limp aged penises ready for action for 36 hours? Or the one where Cedric the Entertainer is imagining getting it on with two women on a dessert island (before they nag him and he decides he'd rather have a BBQ grill instead)? Or the one where the horny baby with the lecherous voice is sitting poolside with the hot chick whom he's apparently wining and dining with Quizno's Subs?

That tenor?

Fuck you guys, NFL.

When you're a celebrity and your middle name is "Diamond," you're probably facing a pretty ugly alimony settlement.

DAMMIT!

(Praying for a second leg of the tour this year... praying for a second leg of the tour this year...)

New Smallville recap:

You Bastards! -- The Powers That Be kill off KentFan only one episode after re-introducing her as Clark's new girlfriend. And it's not a pretty death, either. She's hanged from a barn rafter, and Clark can't save her. Geez, Smallville. Lighten up, eh? In other news, Chloe finds out Clark's secret, not through her own investigating, but because KentFan tells her. So much for Chloe's investigative reporting track record.

I was prepared to get my righteous indignation on about this proposed legislation, but then I ate some really good Persian food from Waco (long story, that) and calmed my shit down.

First of all, the legislation isn't going to pass. Not in Microsoft country.

Second, even if they ban selling games like Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas to those under 17, do you really think those kids aren't still going to find ways to play those games? Do you think parents aren't going to keep buying the #1 game on their Christmas list every year just because its got drive-by shootings in it?

On Saturday night, Rebecca and I went out and saw Million Dollar Baby (which, by the way, knocked my damn socks off. It really was very, very good, pushing ahead past Sideways and Finding Neverland as my Oscar fave for Best Picture). When we were standing in line, a little kid, maybe about 7 or 8, cut right in front of us to buy movie tickets for what looked like him, his mom and his grandma.

We were early for the movie, so I didn't kick his ass to the street, but I was vaguely annoyed that we were having to wait while he bought tickets for Racing Stripes or Are We There Yet?

Little fucker was going to see Boogeyman. With his mom and his grandma.

True, the movie is PG-13, which means it's not as bad as when my mom let me watch Halloween II when I was around 9 (and fast forwarded not past the blood and gore but the one shot of boobies in the film). But still. What parents are taking their kids to see that piece of shit?

My reaction was similar to when we went to see Team America: World Police last year and witnessed two young parents bringing their kid, who looked about 7, and plopping down in the front row. I kept whispering to Rebecca whether those parents could possibly know what they were in for. I hadn't even seen the movie yet, and I knew they were going to be mortified.

They stayed the whole movie. I couldn't believe it.

I don't know that I have a point here, except that you can stop selling video games to kids, but you will never stop stupid parents and irresponsible legal guardians from letting kids play all the violent games they want, watch all the bloody and dirty movies they've heard about and smoke all the pot that napping "Uncle" Jeff just leaves lying around.

Today's Space Monkeys! comic captures the feeling of shame and violation we had while watching the Super Bowl (which, let's be honest, was lame all around) and having to sit through a Cialis commercial that was at least as wrong as seeing Janet Jackson's tit last year.

Maybe if Janet had yelled, "Get a mammogram, man!" people wouldn't have been so upset.