Is this story destined for Law & Order:

MIAMI — The lead prosecutor in the assault case against Washington Redskins safety Sean Taylor stepped aside Wednesday after defense lawyers charged that he was using his prominence in the case to promote his moonlighting work as a nightclub disc jockey.

Somehow I don’t get Jack McCoy as a dj, working the wheels of steel. Ms. Borgia, on the other hand, I could see . . .

Jenny, who’s basically Marissa Miller’s better-looking twin sister, has posted this classic Beasties video.

Be honest, you’ve missed Bunny, The Rookie, and The Chief.

Dan McLaughlin takes time away from the young baseball season (and Bronson “The Bomber” Arroyo) to look to the coming trainwreck of the Star Wars TV series:

Please tell me that this franchise, which has made so many critical missteps in the past decade and which has something of a chance to start afresh with a TV series, isn’t going to make a TV show about young Luke Skywalker. I mean, the entire point of Luke’s character in Episode IV is that he’s been off the scene for 20 years, at a distance from the battle against the Empire, frustrated and bored living life on a moisture farm in the middle of the desert. Nothing interesting ever happens to him, and at the start of Episode IV he’s never seen a lightsaber and never practiced the Jedi arts. Are they gonna rewrite that history, or is this going to be a bunch of tedious stuff about Luke’s teen angst having only a tangential connection to events outside of Tattooine?

No, really, there’s a reason: it’s the first film to come out having been shot on the Genesis HD system, which is the super-duper future of cinema.

Those layout editors at the L.A. Times can be pretty cruel. To the right of an interesting piece about the disappearance of Howard Stern’s millions of listeners after the shock jock went to Sirius can be found a photo gallery link featuring the man above and the headline: Faces of Radio

Haven’t these editors heard of the old joke, “You’ve got a great face for radio”? (Or maybe they have.)

Anyone else notice “Three Bells” being played in the last two episodes of The Sopranos? The Jim Ed Brown classic came on just prior to a young man’s unfortunate encounter with mafia strongmen (just before he was about to go sculling) in last week’s episode. And in yesterday’s installment, we hear it once again as Vito Spatafore checks into a motel to either commit suicide or go on the lam from his own crew. Perhaps some of the lyrics from “Three Bells” can shed some light:

All the chapel bells were ringing
Twas a great day in his life
‘Cause the song that they were singing
Was for Jimmy and his wife
And the little congregation
Prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation
Bless oh Lord this celebration
May their lives be filled with love.
From the village hidden deep in the valley
One rainy morning dark and grey
A soul winged its way to heaven
Jimmy Brown had passed away
Silent people gathered in the chapel
To say farewell to their old friend
Whose life had been like a flower
Budding, blooming till the end
Just the lonely bell was ringing
In the little valley town
Twas farewell that it was singing
To our good old Jimmy Brown
And the little congregation
Prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation
May his soul find the salvation
Of Thy great eternal love

Poor Vito. Getting caught in a leather bar, wearing that hat and that dog collar. “Hey guys, it’s a joke,” was all he could say. (What else could he say?)

In the early ’90s, when soda companies were doing the most ridiculous things–remember clear cola?–Pepsi tested a coffee-flavored cola called Pepsi Kona. No one in America liked it. Except for me. Until just a few months ago, I kept a couple 2-litre bottles of the stuffed stashed in the garage for a special occassion. Turns out, soda doesn’t age they way one might hope.

But never fear, because this week there will be Coca-Cola BlaK.

Courtesy of Galley Friend B.W.: Snakes on a Plane fan art.