Perez Hilton already commented on this eons ago, but when you see it in your own backyard, it’s just that much more depressing. Way back when sitcoms were taped before a live studio audience, who would’ve thought Jennifer Aniston would be hawking bottled still water today. Sparkling water would’ve at least been a step in the right direction. We don’t know why, but this saddens up deeply, which is horrifying.......

Please welcome a new Arts & Events correspondent, Karen S. This review is from a Paul Mooney show a little over a week ago, but we're sure you'll agree that it's well worth the wait. Paul Mooney is an Evil Comic Genius. He's evil, because he can coax out hysterical giggles from people who, outside of his presence, would never even think to laugh about the subjects he discusses with glee, precision and even cruelty -- racism, the "N" word, white privilege, that Mormon girl who was kidnapped and held captive for two years half-a-block from her home and Jennifer Aniston's horse-faced ugliness. ...

Last week, the Governator put an abortion loving lesbian in charge of his Adminstration. The Right was not amused (neither was the Left, but that's neither here nor there in terms of this posting). How not amused? John Fund in the Wall Street Journal not only compares the nomination of Susan Kennedy to Bush's nomination of Harriet Miers, but wonders if Arnie Jumped the Shark. That shark was jumped months ago. But wait, there's more. In response, a conservative group is starting a drive to draft Mel Gibson to run against the Governator. They've even set up a Web site with an online petition to encourage him to run. We think is an awesome idea. After all, Arnie and Mel never actually squared off in a movie which means it'll be like one of those Kirk vs. Picard type situations. Just think of it, the Terminator versus Braveheart, Predator vs. Lethal Weapon. We can already picture the debate: as Arnie recites one-liners from his movies for the hundredth time, Mel goes into his "Three Stooges" routine while his aides torture him in slow motion. ...

Just because this year's IndieFest is over doesn't mean that those IndieFest folks are coasting on their successsful 'Fest glory. In conjunction with Drunken Monkey, you can see Fight Club tonight at the good old Cat Club (1190 Folsom at 8th). Doors open at 9 for the free screening, the movie (did we mention that it's free?) starts at 10, and there's a DJ until the (in SFist's opinion) too-early close of 2 a.m.......

We're only getting to this story now because it takes four days for magazines to travel across our great lands to us yokels out here in the Western hinterlands -- the New Yorker deigns to focus its little monocle on the far end of Democrat-Blue America and presents a rather one-sided hagiography of our boy wonder mayor, Gavin Newsom. ...