Because after coming back from Vegas, that’s the first thing that comes to mind. The WWE’s Gangrel is now directing porn.

What’s shocking is that he’s first wrestler (that I know of) to make the all-too-logical jump.

Variety is reporting that Warners has pulled the plug on its desecration version of Justice League of America, at least for now.

Jenna Jameson is retired?

Why wasn’t this bigger news?

Defamer has unbelievable Cruise-Xenu recruitement video.

You can’t believe it. This is the type of thing that can blow up a career.

Was just tipped off to this very excellent post by someone named “FilmLiker” at the libertarian blog “Freedom and Shit.” Oh, I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. This is pure awesomeness:

Libertarians love science fiction, and science fiction movies. So needless to say, this was a big week for them. Not only was it the grand finale to the annual Official U.S. Buy Lots of Shit to Help the Economy Season, it was also the release of Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem.

I think it’s safe to assume that everyone who views the world through a basic Millian framework, ie: all F&S readers, knows that the Alien movies and the first two Predator movies were the epitome of uber-awesome. Even beyond the obvious libertarian themes, you had essential elements for awesome: 1) cool looking alien monsters 2) explosions 3) death 4) people kicking ass 5) technology that was amazing and saved everything (as technology eventually will).

The movies were also good metaphors, with many robust ideas about liberty, which is why they had such a big impact on the Culture. Many people say that Alien was about The Feminism. Because the alien was a big penis, basically, and because the badass chick Ripley, played by Sigourney Weaver, killed it in the end. Also, because all the men died. The Feminism is a friend to The Freedom, in theory anyway, so I think this sounds OK.

It is also accurate to argue that the aliens represented communism, socialism, and all forms of pernicious collectivism. They were all the same, a “hive mind,” they call it, and they did not have individuality. Ripley loved The Freedom, and thus she opposed these things. In the end, like Ronald Reagan, she triumphed.

What am I saying, is that Gorbachev was an alien, basically. But with extra chins instead of extra mouths.

There’s more, and it gets even better.

Via WIMB, comes this great story: NBC entertainment prexy Ben Silver complained to Ryan Seacrest that he’s really pissed at the Golden Globes being canceled. Said Silverman, “Sadly, it feels like the nerdiest, ugliest, meanest kids in the high school are trying to cancel the prom. But NBC wants to try to keep that prom alive.”

I’m out of pocket for six days and KSK decides to have perhaps their best week ever.

First, they explore the greatest What If . . . story in football history.

Then, they do some fine pimp talk.

But the best is this Emo Eagles Fan Diary, which very nearly put me on the floor:

mood: pensive 😐

I was fishing around for updates on Samantha’s deviantART and Facebook pages, listening to Belle & Sebastian’s “Is It Wicked Not to Care” when Phil shoots me over this link on McNabb wanting the Eagles to load up in the offseason.

Now there’s something I can get behind. But I think I understand the underlying uneasiness in his words. He writes about players feeling replaced if they bring in newer marquee ones, no doubt tapping into his own anxieties with a hard-charging young quarterback waiting in the wings.

I was plagued with similar pangs for months once Samantha started hanging around that Mathias guy. Sure, they were only classmates in some night school classes she was taking, but they recently spent a Saturday afternoon at the Magritte exhibit downtown. She knows I like Magritte. Guys in bowler hats and pipes! Sheer absurdity. Then just the other day, I see a heavy detailed oil portrait of his cock on her deviantART page.

Don’t know if I should start to be worried.

Samantha doesn’t like to watch sports, meaning I have to be kind of furtive about my fandom. Every time it comes up in passing, I get the rundown about how it’s androcentric and heteronormative. Sure, I say – hoping to look those up later – but aren’t most things? Then she lays the whole “football causes domestic abuse” line on me. What am I supposed to say to that? Boom Bitch? Haha. Kidding, of course. Can’t believe I just wrote that.

I’m in New Hampshire writing about political stuff and was at the debates last night. There were hundreds of journalists cooped up in a giant gym to watch the debates on big-screen TVs, because press wasn’t allowed in the actual debate hall.

Just one observation: There were not a few Big Famous Journalists who spent nearly all of the four hours walking around, talking, hanging out, surfing the web, reading blogs, etc. I won’t name names, because maybe they were only there for the scene, and not to do any actual reporting.

But seated in front of me was another Big Famous Journalist: Mort Kondracke. He spent the entire evening watching the debates carefully and taking notes by hand on a reporter’s pad. That’s about 17 shades of awesome.

What a total stud.