You know it's been a long time since I've given a shit about basketball (last June) and even longer since I've given a shit about an All-Star Game (February 1998) but what kind of bullshit ref calls a questionable foul in 3-point territory with the point difference at 2 and 3 seconds left in overtime? I swear refs are just old, half-blind people who are bitter they're not making millions to run up and down the court more than the bench players.

Damn...Joe Millionaire is keeping me dangling for another week. I want to know what the "surprise twist" is. Maybe the surprise twist is that he doesn't have any money right now, but if he gets a woman to marry his poor self Fox will give him a million dollars.

The circus that is the hip-hop world never fails to bemuse me. The cover of The Source magazine for March 2003 is a stark, tragic looking cover with the words "State of Emergency: Hip-Hop Under Attack." You've got to be kidding me. Their artsy-fartsy pseudo-political almost parody of the fact that we're on the brink of war is amusing in its desperation, but in the end it's kind of amusing how deluded they are. Don't get me wrong. I like hip-hop. But the future of hip-hop is no more important than the future of country. It's all music. I don't think America's youth will fall by the wayside if they're deprived of copious amounts of artists talking about the benefits of "getting my gat" or "bangin my bitches and hoes" or "rollin a blunt." I might be wrong, that possibility exists everytime anyone offers an opinion. But I don't think too many people will be losing sleep over "The Attack On Hip-Hop."