Greetings! I write to you here in the earliest morning hours, preparing to see a 2:45 a.m. screening of Spider-Man 3. I'm not sure how I got roped into this collegiate tomfoolery, but there's no way I'm getting up this morning early enough to do links, so I'm doing them now.
Slate is full of negative buzz about the film I'm about to see, including a treatise on the new "emo" Spider-Man and why the film's web is too complex.
Our Melissa Starker feels the same way about the new Spidey.
Here's a list I can sink my teeth into. But please, if you Brits insist on picking an Oasis jam, for the love of God, make it "Don't Look Back In Anger."
Record stores are trying out selling personalized mix CDs to stay afloat. In other music biz news:
Ticketmaster: Still bleeding us dry.
Morrissey is coming to Columbus in two weeks, and I'm stoked. Here's a peak at what to expect.
John Mayer is now a media critic.
50 Cent's mansion is up for grabs.
Here's a strange tale: "Vegan parents starved baby."
Finally, congrats to the Golden State Warriors. You are truly ballin' out of control.