* So here's the thing about the New Yorker cover featuring Obama and Michelle Obama: Americans simply don't pick up on satire of racial issues. It's a far too sensitive topic. People didn't pick up on the satirical aspect of the noose image on the cover of Golf magazine; people thought Rolling Stone posed LeBron James to look like King Kong; heck, people even got a litte perturbed about the Saturday Night Live send-up of Hillary Clinton's 3 a.m. ad (showing an inexperienced Obama floundering in the White House), and that's in a forum that's supposed to be satire. Ergo, if The New Yorker is as sophisticated as it presumes itself to be, it should have realized that most people aren't sophisticated enough to pick up on any satire that was intended. Coupled with the fact that this magazine celebrates everything about the city that serves as the capital of ruffled Clinton supporters, I can't help but wonder what the magazine's true intentions were.* I think T. Boone Pickens is my new favorite person.
* Earlier this week I caught commercials for the upcoming ESPYs and for Tropic Thunder. Ten years ago, when Something About Mary was in theaters and *NSYNC was putting out their debut album, who would have guessed that Justin Timberlake is legitimately funnier than Ben Stiller?
* Speaking of commercials, anybody know why the Pringles guy is selling Toyotas?
* The Tampa Tribune reported that the Bears might be interested in picking up quarterback Chris Simms, and I for one think that would finally give the Bears a complete quarterback. With Kyle Orton's arm, Rex Grossman's hutzpah and Simms' wacky internal-organ injuries, they would add up to Jim McMahon.
* President Bush says the U.S. economy won't "change on a dime". That's unfortunate, because some days it feels like that's all he's left in the U.S. economy.
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