(*Also from Blog Crush II.)

From Blog Crush II:

Fun fact: My favorite movie of all time is the Sum of All Fears. I know: Ben Affleck crappiness matched up with Tom Clancy retardery. But here’s the kicker: Baltimore gets blown the fuck up by a nuclear bomb. I own the DVD and it’s the only part I’ve watched since buying it. Still the greatest purchase I ever made.

Scroll up to the next post and you’ll get more from the Sex Cannon, particularly an awesome White Chicks joke.

Galley Friend C.L. gives me, and you, this amazing, beautiful gift: George Michael Bluth doing Aleksey Vayner. Is it better than anything you could possibly imagine? Yes.

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Executives at Sony have finally gotten some PS3 inventory onto shelves in North America, conquering what some analysts thought might be an intractable supply issue. With one half of the equation solved, Sony now turns to the PS3 demand problem:

Daniel A. DeMatteo, vice chairman and COO of GameStop, late last week said PS3s are available at “hundreds of the company’s 3,700 outlets,” according to the New York Times. The Wii, on the other hand, is still hard to come by.

“We got some [Wiis] in yesterday in really limited supply, and they virtually disappeared,” DeMatteo said, according to the NYT.

The $250 Wii and $499/$599 PlayStation 3 were very difficult to purchase after their November launches, as gamers lined up outside stores at times days in advance to buy the systems. DeMatteo says this is the first time that PS3 stock has remained unsold in his stores.

Over the weekend, GameSpot editors visited a local EB Games, which is owned by GameStop, and found PS3s available for purchase. As for the Wii, one clerk told GameSpot, “We got some in earlier this week and they were gone in five minutes.”

Our friends at Pajiba have kindly nominated (or nominated to be nominated) Galley Slaves for something called the Bloggies.

I don’t know what the Bloggies are, but that’s hardly the point. The reason I mention this at all is because Pajiba has put us on a list that includes two of the best blogs on the planet: Blog Crush II and Jenny’s House of Romophobia. Which, however undeserving, is pretty sweet.

The history of cinema is littered with high-concepts that practically sell themselves:

* A giant shark becomes territorial.

* There are snakes. On a plane.

But have you ever heard of a high-concept as easy as the one for Normal Adolescent Behavior? Here’s Drew McWeeney describing the flick:

Amber Tamblyn stars as Wendy, a smart girl who is a sort of lynchpin for a group of friends who have known each other since kindergarten. The six of them decided to skip the world of Friday night parties and hook-ups and spin the bottle so that they wouldn’t get side-tracked.

So every Saturday night, they get together as a group and have sex.

If New Line can’t make a lot of money with this, something’s wrong.

Words of wisdom from Galley Friend M.G.:

Being from Philadelphia, this is all we can hope for–all we live for. We can never win the Big One. But if we can ruin the Giants’ and Cowboys’ seasons . . . that’s our measure for success. That’s our SuperBowl.

True that.

This has been the most satisfying year of Eagles fandom in my lifetime. Consider:

* The Birds beat the Cowboys twice–holding Terrell Owens to 6 catches for 68 yards and exposing him as the washed-up nutcase he is.

* Owens had a 1-year contract with Dallas and now that the rest of the league has seen that he’s as used up as LiLo’s cooter, it’s nothing but short money from now on. The Cowboys might pick up his 1-year option for next year, but I bet he’s substitute teaching within three.

* Tony Romo’s bungled hold against the Seahawks was the best Dallas defeat ever (non-Philadelphia division). It was so good that it didn’t even matter what happened to the Birds on Sunday.

* Listening to Parcells rip Romo after the game (“It looked like a good snap”), it appeared that (a) the Great Tuna might not be coming back to Dallas and (b) Romo’s confidence might be shattered, Chuck Knobloch-stizz.

* Let’s be clear: The Eagles have no–zero–chance of beating New Orleans on the road. But by beating the Giants last night, they contributed to the Legend of Manning. I hear squash season begins the second week of February.

* Also, last night’s win probably signed Tom Coughlin’s coaching death warrant.

Just in case you’re keeping score, that’s at least three, maybe even four or five, Giant/Cowboy careers wrecked by the Eagles this year. Fucking awesome. To be honest, I bet winning a championship is nowhere near as satisfying. Not that I’d know.

(And the Birds went to the playoffs with a backup QB, which doesn’t happen every day in this league.)

How good was this season? So good that, for today, at least, I don’t even care that Malibu Brownie has returned to Sixers management and looks to be about 12 months from taking over the head coach job. If Billie King wants me to buy a Nuggets jersey that badly, then . . .

Start your week off right: With this excellent Roddy Piper interview. It doesn’t get much better:

“The fans saved my life, I truly believe that,” Piper explains. “There was this pay-per-view called Cyber Sunday and the fans voted between myself, Dusty Rhodes, and Sgt. Slaughter, some pretty good company there, and it was for who was going to be Ric Flair’s partner going for the tag team titles. Kindly, the fans voted me in, we won the titles, then we’re over in Europe and something goes wrong with my legs…they’re not working. They fly me back to the States, put me on the slab, cut open my back and they discover I have cancer. Lymphoma. But there’s a really happy ending to it. First off, they picked the wrong guy to bully; I’m going to kick its butt. Also, they caught it at its very early stage. They put me on the rotisserie every day now, I’m going to be on radiation for the next 4-5 weeks, and they think they can clear it up. I’m going to be walking down that hall again, Jon.

“If the fans didn’t vote me in, I wouldn’t have went to Europe, I wouldn’t have had a reason to have my back checked, and from what has been explained to me, in two to three years, this would have been all throughout my body and I would’ve had to go out that day. But you know what, the fans have been taking care of me all my life. What can I even say to them for that? It’s pretty special for me.”

Proposed: In the pro-wrestling pantheon, the only guy who comes close is Ric Flair.

Discuss.