Apparently just reading on the toilet isn't good enough anymore.—BK
NewsRadio gets some long-overdue praise from someone other than Entertainment Weekly. (A little video-clip-heavy for our purposes, but you can read around those.)—JS
In honor of Leverage, the witty, thrilling new caper series on TNT.—JS
Or, How One Bad Decision Cost Sean Connery Hundreds of Millions of Dollars.—BK
Dog emotions, math gender gaps and the dangers of excessive flip-flop wearing; it's all here.—BK
Short answer: no. So not only does Netflix offer a wider selection than the brick-and-mortar stores, it's more environmentally-friendly. Win-win!—BK
Newly discovered, even though it was written a year ago. You can quibble with the rankings or the omissions (Gil, Dr. Nick Riviera), but anybody who references the Krusty Brand Chew Goo Gum-Like Substance gets an A+ in my book.—BK
The tradition continues – a Vikings win equals a Peter King link.—JM
A look at an artistic tradition that too often veers into laziness and comic absurdity.—BK
Merry Christmas and Happy Inevitable Late-Season, Playoff-Missing Collapse, Vikings Fans!
For those of you with new iTunes gift cards burning a hole in your pocket.—BK
In defense of Jason Statham, Counting Crows, and, believe it or not, Boat Trip.—BK
A take on the Mark Teixeira signing that, unlike those of most other baseball columnists, doesn't involve Chicken Little imitations or the rending of garments.—BK
UniWatch is the non-sports-fan's dream come true – provided said non-fan is a geek for trivial minutiae (and he damn well ought to be).—JS
If you're sick of everyone talking about this movie, this list is sick of you!—JS
Longish, but there are worse people to spend a few extra minutes reading about.—JS
As the last major distributor abandons the format, so goes the final nail into the coffin.—BK
A look at why the Tom Cruise brand, like the stock market, may be on the verge of collapse.—BK
One day after a gut-wrenching Minnesota Vikings home loss to the Falcons, it's only fitting that we link to a recap of a "HIMYM" episode wherein a plot point involves the mother of all gut-wrenching Minnesota Vikings home losses to the Falcons.—JM
Insight and advice for your holiday consumption.—BK
A review of the worst, strangest and funniest band names of the year. With apologies to those of you who are fans of Anal Hearse.—BK
Hey, they can't all be "Frosty the Snowman" or "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."
If you don't want to hear from a pessimistic Vikings fan who can imagine several nightmare scenarios whereby his team misses the playoffs... then don't read this. Otherwise, enjoy!
Nothing misleading about that title... TWoP looks at their favorite films of 2008. It takes a bit more mouse-clicking than is ideal for our purposes, but it's not that bad.—JM
How the man did his homework and scammed thousands from Press Your Luck. (The guy who beat The Price Is Right this week apparently took the honest route.)—JS
An amusing history of franchise names that, thankfully, weren't. Although, spoiler alert: nothing they could have called the Minnesota Wild could possibly have been as bad as the "Minnesota Wild."—JM
Will the 2008 Detroit Lions one day join this illustrious list? That is, if they haven't already?—JM
Not a great deal of suspense for 2008's Time Magazine "Person of the Year." And maybe I'm nuts, but, when it's actually a man, can't we go ahead and say "Man of the Year?" Just for old time's sake?—JM
Part of a series of "What I've Learned" interviews, this one talks with the classic TV funnyman.—BK
It was probably that evil Gavin MacLeod, or George "Goober" Lindsey.
The Sports Guy writes about The Wrestler, the one Oscar-season movie I'm going to be sure to see.—JM
I once heard someone say that they didn't feel like they'd seen a movie until they read Pauline Kael's review of it. I feel the same way about Linda Holmes, TWoP's former Miss Alli, and "Survivor" episodes.—JM
Mostly by burying it in a deep, deep hole, it appears.—BK
Mmmmm, football good. Politics bad.
The contents of a pamphlet found among Iraqi shoe-thrower Muntadhar al-Zeidi's personal effects shed some light on his methods...
A NASCAR enthusiast argues in favor of euthanizing the sport. (And I can never resist a throwaway dig at the BCS.)—JS
A touching exploration of the way that jokes, and a specific sense of humor, tend to run through a family.—BK
Analysis of Jay Leno's frustrating popularity – it's a year old, but bears revisiting in light of recent events.—JS
Every time the Vikings win, I link to Peter King here on the homepage. The Vikings have won four in a row... I'm afraid to stop!—JM
Every sullen little emo punk or Mean Girls harpy who spends time whining about "phonies" gets torn a new one by the former Miss Alli.—JM
Five favorite line readings by Baldwin. It hits on a couple of great ones, but really, this list needs to be much, much longer, and contain at least 50 quotes from 30 Rock.—BK
I have to see this movie. (And unfortunately, you have to click on four different pages to read this article.)—BK
Because demanding too little in an extortion conspiracy is the kind of thing that could really haunt a guy.
Two winning weeks in a row, everybody. The force is strong with this one. Read on...
Simmons went 5-11 with his NFL picks last week. I went 9-7. I'm just sayin'.—JM
Continuing our series of movie cliché evaluations: a quick deconstruction of Baz Luhrmann’s Australia.—JS
Highlighting the potential winners among next year's slated releases.—BK
Not only is Ranger Joe Popped Wheat Honnies a great cereal name, it could also double as the headline for a criminal case involving midwestern beauty pageant winners and a state park employee.—BK
On Jim Carrey's legacy of characters locked in struggle with the self.—JS
Comparing the degree of difficulty in identifying potential greatness in two vastly different fields: NFL quarterbacking and teaching. How awesome is Gladwell?—BK
It was probably for the best that they didn't. (Enjoy a special non-Friday bonus BvF!)
If there's one thing that we here at Poop Reading can all get behind, it's dumping on Leno. Well played, Chuck Barney.—BK
An odd, fascinating profile of what is either a mid-life crisis or a period of enlightenment for Murray. I can't tell whether to feel pity or be impressed. Don't the Germans have a word that means both?—BK
Ripken comes clean about one of the most awesome baseball cards ever.—BK
In the first of a series, we take a look at Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas and California. And yes, we know there are only 50 states; the District of Columbia has shows, too.
Music is a window into our shared humanity. And our shared humanity wants to get it on.—JS
Good advice for Baron von Funny contributors. (Not really, but it's tops in unintentional hilarity.)—JS
Lamenting the dearth of originality since the days of Hoosiers and Field of Dreams.—BK
Checking in with Joe's former co-workers from Cheap Seats.—JS
Everybody's been clamoring for some absurd sketch comedy featuring talking household tools, right? Right?
Cracked.com has some great stuff, but it isn't ideally formatted for our purposes. This one, however, absolutely must be read. Must!—JM
You know our (well, my) policy: when the Vikings win, it's fun to read about the weekend's NFL action. Have fun!—JM
Overly dour at times, and the writing gets surprisingly slapdash, but if you're as a big a Fey fan as we are, it's a worthwhile read.—BK
What, you thought they were actually going to use it to restructure their business models and make better cars?
Finally, a winning week last week, folks. Can't nothing stop us now!
Bill Simmons is back, and so are his "Ramblings." Rejoice, America.—JM
Trey Parker and Matt Stone discuss the ways in which South Park pushes people's buttons.—JS
This article offers up a very appealing excuse for why my football picks have stunk this season: I'm too smart!—JM
A Bill James assertion about baseball and character leads to a rogues gallery of dirty rotten scoundrels.
I didn't give "How I Met Your Mother" the title of The Best Show on TV, "How I Met Your Mother" took the title by brute force.
I know what you're thinking – "Hey, it's been three whole weeks since you guys last posted a link about The Big Lebowski. What gives?!" Crisis averted, my friends.—BK
Answering the question: Is it possible to laugh and go fetal with terror at the same time?—BK
Interesting tales from their collaboration, on the eve of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Pitt's much-anticipated third film with the director.—JS
See, I just wait until Jameson tells me what technology to use.—BK
Because nothing says Christmas like a surprise dinner visit from your boss or stealing the identity of a man you just killed.—BK
Finally, we get to talk about the ladies. Part One was a regular sausage fest, huh fellas?
Ebert laments the decline of looking at movies as an art form. The crankier he gets, the more I love him.—JS
Apparently the author likes her bagels hollowed out; despite that heresy, this makes for a nice read.—JM
ESPN changed things up this year, adding drama to the final table and giving the "November Nine" some extra celebrity. But did it make for better poker television?—JS
These people should have been recognized. Now, finally, in the form of an internet post that almost no one (except you!) is ever going to read, they will be.
When the Vikings win, we here at PoopReading.com are more interested in reading NFL weekend-in-review stuff. Well, two of us are; the third cares no more for football than he otherwise does. Anyway, enjoy Peter King!—JM
It turns out there is a perfect length for a pop song. Any less is a trifle; any more is agony.—JS