Bah

Another year, another Nobel Prize in literature, another wrong answer from Stockholm.

Doris Lessing (pictured) won, denying Philip Roth the award once again. In an interview, she admitted she "couldn't care less" about winning the award, which actually kind of makes me respect the decision a little more. According to a rumor I read, apparently Al Gore is a front-runner for the Peace Prize, instead of the clearly more deserving Chipper Jones. (I'm just saying what we all know is true).

The Emmys now officially have more credibility.

The bad news keeps coming. Super Smash Brothers Brawl, the Wii game that I've been looking forward to the most has been delayed until February.

John Schuerholz, probably the second greatest General Manager in the history of baseball (behind only Branch Rickey, who invented the farm system and brought Jackie Robinson into baseball) is stepping down as GM for the Braves after a tenure that included 14 straight division titles, five pennants and one World Series championship. He's staying within the organization, but will no longer be GM.

Oh, and the big Ninth Wonder show at the Cradle last night was something of a train-wreck. We wound up waiting for the doors to open for more than an hour because all of the talent felt the need to make a grand entrance in limousines. Jean Grae's set was only one song. Murs only did 2 and 2/3 songs. The whole evening had the potential to be something really special, but wound up being something less.

But there's hope for the future. Buck 65 is headlining a show at the Cradle in November, the Yankees lost in the playoffs, and it looks like any possible World Series matchup will be good baseball. Oh, and the new Radiohead album is pretty damn good. And the Boondocks is back on television. And we might be getting a new puppy. Everyone loves puppies. But it turns out we might not be getting a new puppy. The comment on the essential lovability of puppies remains valid.