Tooting our own horn a bit today -- here's the press release we just sent to people who might give a shit. We should also mention that the judges for these awards included Ana Marie Cox and Markos "Daily Kos" Moulitsas, ProPublica's Tracy Weber, and Columbia's David Hajdu (of Positively4th Street fame), among others.

Last Saturday night at midnight, Johnny Cupcakes brought late-80s gamer geek classic The Wizard to the Coolidge. People who crave their fix of both Nintendo nostalgia and exclusively designed Powerglove posters flocked to the theatre early that night. I arrived at 11:15 to find the line stretched down the alley.

Where's Bulma?

I was up pretty late last night. How could I have been so irresponsible on a Wednesday? Well, I have an awful lot of work to do before Friday morning, and the list taped to my apartment wall still has a few items that aren’t crossed off: “finish armor,” “paint gloves,” “make arm bracelets,” and a couple other bits and pieces that I’ll have to wrap up tonight.

Common Art, a weekly faith-based open studios, provides poor and homeless folks space and materials to make art. Each week between 10 am and 2 pm on Wednesday, these artists gather at the studio space in Emmanuel Church in Boston. The time serves as a reprieve for its participants: a chance to concentrate fully on a drawing, an acrylic or perhaps a puppet construction.

A couple weeks ago, I heard tell of www.flightlipdub.com, which was basically a contest to see who could best lip-synch the Flight of the Conchords song “Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros.” I decided to do it because (a) I have recently aquired a retardedly-expensive video-camera and some editing software, (b) I needed an excuse to learn how to better use them, and (c) I have a friend with a chicken suit.

The short film that just induced fits of uncontrollable laughter and disbelief was made sometime in the late 1950s or early '60s. The singer was the late Joi Lansing (39 - 23 - 35), a stereotypical '50s blonde bombshell, who appears in quite a few little pre-MTV music productions such as this. Her supporting players were, presumably, random members of the catering staff and a couple of extras waiting around for their walk-on in a Roger Corman movie.

This is an AP photo.

There's not much more that needs to be said at this point: Paul Pierce had the game of his life at the best possible time, helping the Celtics withstand an amazing effort by LeBron James. You can read more about it here, here, here, and (at some point today, presumably) here and here.

- Ryan Stewart

This is a guitar

Phoenix Music Editor Michael Brodeur talks to FNX about the Best Music Poll and really, who should win and who should NOT. There is a lot of nervous giggling and TRUTH. Read Brodeur's latest review "Czech, Please" and listen to him talk below.

MP3: Brodeur talks to FNX about the good, the bad, and the Jack-Johnson nightmares.

With The Wire's fifth and final season in the can -- we'd talk more about it, except that a couple of our slacking staffers are still plowing through seasons one through four -- creator/mastermind David Simon stopped by Harvard to accept we're-not-worthy genuflections from a few serious social-science superstars. Leading off was William Julius Wilson, whose landmark When Work Disappears: The World of the New Urban Poor was namechecked by Simon as a strong influence on the dockworkers' plot in Season Two.