Because it’s fun. From Last Boss:

I’m not sure what Sony’s plan in this fight is. They slightly missed their goal of 2 million PS3s shipped by the end of 2006, then got scared and changed their prediction of 6 million PS3 shipments by the end of March to just 4.5 million shipments instead. Since then, Nintendo has continued to fall behind the voracious demand for their Wii console, and have achieved a substantial early lead over the PS3.

There’s talk that Nintendo already reached 6 million console shipments, but if demand is really that high, then the number of shipments should equal the number of sales, and according to VGCharts they’re still a little short of their six million goal. It also lists Sony at barely beyond the 2 million PS3 sales it reached in January.

How about that chart of videogame console sales? Here it is, and it’s pretty rough.

From Galley Friend M.G. comes this video of a Bugatti Veyron reaching its top speed–253 mph.

Bonus style points for the use of “Duel of the Fates.”

Just a few days ago Matus and I had our annual bracket lunch. Looking at my initial picks, I said to him, “But this is crazy–I’ve picked chalk everywhere with almost no upsets. That can’t happen.” So I went back to the drawing board to find the upsets that were obviously hidden in the field.

Yeah.

So if you need a distraction too, check out this positively insane story about an Aussie guy who built himself a flight simulator. What’s that, you say? How interesting could that story be? Check out the teaser photo:

As previously noted here, CNN is reporting that Law & Order may be on its way out. It will be a sad, sad day for America when the axe finally falls.

(Note to CNN editors: Law & Order has spawned four spinoffs, not two. In addition to SVU and Criminal Intent, both of which are still on the air; Law & Order also begat Law & Order: Trial by Jury and Conviction.)

For whatever it’s worth, this is the most fun I’ve ever had as a writer.

Jenny’s intern has the scoop on the new sex tape from Keeley Hazell. I normally keep reasonably close tabs on these sorts of things, but even I have no idea who Kelly/Keeley or that Kim Kardashianopolis chick are.

So I ask the following question: Will the “accidental” celebrity sex tape ever go away, or has bittorrent insured that it will be a permanent feature of the cultural landscape for the rest of our lives?

One of the many reasons Gilmore Girls became all but unwatchable to me was the introduction of Logan Huntzberger, the hard-partying Yale student who was the scion of a media titan. It says more about me (and none of it flattering) than it does about the Sherman-Paladinos that I found this sort of fictional nepotism so infuriating.

Real life, of course, is stranger, or worse, or something, than fiction. To wit:

LAST Monday, Jared Kushner, the boy publisher of The New York Observer, was nestled in a wingback chair in the book-strewn office of the newspaper’s longtime editor, Peter Kaplan. They were talking about Mr. Kushner’s latest acquisition, the Web site politicsnj.com. “The more stuff he buys,” Mr. Kaplan, said, leaning back, “the happier I am.”

Happiness can take time to grow, both men know. Back in October, when Mr. Kushner invited Mr. Kaplan to a Yankees playoff game three months after buying The Observer, the gray-templed editor, who has been a mentor to waves of young journalists in New York, wasn’t so confident things would work out with his new young boss.

Mr. Kushner, 26, the scion of a troubled New Jersey real estate family, who is also a full-time graduate student, had dabbled in Boston-area condominiums, not publishing, while an undergraduate at Harvard. The sum total of his journalism experience was writing an article about dorm food for a student magazine. In the short time he owned The Observer, Mr. Kushner had found little time even to meet with Mr. Kaplan.

“It was tense,” Mr. Kaplan, 53, recalled of their early relationship. That October night, there was a rain delay of hours. As other fans sought cover in the tunnels of Yankee Stadium, Mr. Kaplan and Mr. Kushner remained in their field-side seats, drinking Bud Lights and talking newspapers. Mr. Kushner told Mr. Kaplan he had been at a game two weeks earlier and sat next to the owner of another New York news media property, and he was astounded at his disdain for his staff.

Surely this sort of thing goes down better with a bit of arsenic.

Pictures on how it all went down: