The master of ceremonies for this year’s White House Correspondence Dinner has just been revealed by the Examiner: Rich Little. That’s right, the Rich Little. Remember his Christmas Carol impression-extravaganza? Sure that was in 1978 but it still resonates today. And what about those indelible Little Debbie commercials? Frank Gorshin, if only you were still with us! (Or what about Pat Cooper?)

Blog Crush II has an awesome video of Prince Peyton. Scroll all the way down.

Seriously: If Manning wins, or even get to, the SuperBowl, ESPN and other NFL telecasts will become totally unwatchable next season.

For no good reason, here are Archie Manning’s career stats. Go look the up the next time one of the ESPN heads talks about his greatness. That’s right, 125 TDs vs. 173 INTs, lifetime. Only two seasons with more TDs than INTs.

I’m not sure he’d even start in today’s NFL.

From Galley Friend S.B. comes this AICN entry indicating that porn producers seem to be choosing HD-DVD over Sony’s Blu-Ray.

Update: The NPD console numbers are out:

Official hardware statistics reveal that despite the addition of new hardware to the market, Sony’s PlayStation 2 was still the biggest selling home system, clocking up 1.4 million units for December, and 37.1 million to date in the US.

Microsoft’s Xbox 360 added another 1.1 million units in December to a total of 4.5 million units since launch, while Nintendo’s Wii sold 604,200 units for the month – with year end sales at 1.1 million.

Although Sony recently announced it had shipped one million PS3 units to North America, NPD data reveals the new console has only sold 687,000 of those, with 490,700 units sold in December.

Galley Brother B.J. sends us to the Nation of Islam Sports Blog. It’s pretty good. Sample:

Salaam aleikum, Paul Hewitt.

Your Georgia Tech Black Jackets defeated the ultimate white devil, Mike Krshewissdiyssky and his evil forces of oppression, in the subhuman form of Duke Blue Devils.

For years slave master coach KKK has built his fortune and fame on the back of the original human. In turn, slave master coach KKK has tried to give the credit to the white players that have reaped the benefits of the Negro teamates around them. Jay Bilas, Bobby Hurley, Christian Laetner…etc, have all been products of their Negro teamates. Held in esteem and on high as they paraded themselves mounted atop the Negro throes beneath them.

How times have changed in Durham. Now, slave master coach KKK doesn’t have the great numbers of talented Negro soldiers to fight his battles as in the past. Now his white players are exposed for what they are. Greg Paulus and Mcwhatever his name is are shown to be little more than above average players.

Here’s NoISB on hockey:

White devils on ice. Whirling dervishes on skates. White athletes propelled and assisted by physics to speeds they can not reach on land. The ice. The last refuge and hiding place of the white athlete.

Not Michael Bay Blog territory, but still.

The drafting of the Constitution.

The election of Frank Rizzo.

And now this:

One group of Philly fans loaded up a pickup truck with imported snow in order to fire snowballs at Giants fans before yesterday’s game. Even more hysterically sociopathic, the Birds supporters brought buckets to take the snow with them in order to hunt down New York fans in the parking lot.

Yeah, baby.

Some Galley Friends are aware of my slight misgivings about Realtors. But now I’ve found Frank Borges Llosa–a D.C. area anti-Realtor.

How great is Frank? If you go by his blog, he seems to know his stuff. And his mission statement seems to be along the lines of Are you sure you really want to buy that place?

But it gets even hotter–like this long post taking on the National Association of Realtors for their “It’s a great time to buy or sell a home” campaign. (Only Realtors could figure out how to work the square root of -1 into market economics.)

Here’s Frank on why not to trust the NAR. Here he is on how leverage increases the buyer’s risks. Here he is on how Realtors fudge MLS data.

Go read it all.

What’s better than TonyHomo.com? How about the Koy Detmer fanpage.

Has there ever been this much love for a holder? Go ahead and download the Koy Detmer wallpaper. You know you want to.

If you haven’t followed it, Peter Jackson’s fight with New Line has now escalted to the point where studio head Bob Shaye says that Jackson, who was responsible for the biggest success in New Line’s history, is no longer welcome at the studio: “[T]he answer is he will never make any movie with New Line Cinema again while I’m still working for the company.”

The genesis of this fight is a lawsuit Jackson and his wife have launched against the studio seeking to gain access to the company’s finances (see Jackson’s explanation here). The nub seems to be that Jackson and Walsh think New Line is cheating them out of some revenue still due to them.

That may be true. Heck, the way studio accounting works, it probably is true. But it says something deeply unflattering about Jackson that he isn’t content with what he has and able to write off whatever theoretical moneys he’s missing out on as the cost of doing business.

Let’s not forget that until Mike DeLuca (the former head of New Line), plucked Jackson out of obscurity and gave Jackson the LoTR project, he was a small-time, fledgling genre director. If you look at >Jackson’s track record, he had four features under his belt, the biggest of which grossed $16.7M. (Only one other of Jackson’s movies topped the $1M mark.)

Yet DeLuca and New Line bet the company on Jackson, giving him an initial budget approaching a quarter of a billion dollars. (The actual budget increased as post-production costs increased and the FoTR performed well at the box office.) By all accounts, Jackson was given near total freedom from and support by New Line, he won himself a basket of Oscars, and pocketed, when all was said and done, somewhere in the neighborhood of $250M for himself.

If New Line is cheating him out of another $8M in DVD revenue–heck, if they’re cheating him out of $80M–Jackson should be grateful to the company for making his career, supporting his artistic vision, and changing everything about his life.

Going nuclear over a few extra dollars here and there after he already has his “fuck-you” money, suggests that Jackson has gone Hollywood in the worst possible way.

But after seeing King Kong, maybe we already knew that.