Since I know my boy’s gonna post somewhere on Blade Runner at the Ziegfield soon, I thought I’d beat him to the punch (left)–hehe. I’m home vege-ing out over Big Shots, which btw has got to be the stupidest new show of fall. Though the guys do throw out some superintelligent zingers. Like this:

“Quick! Someone talk about baseball so they don’t kick us out of the men’s steam room!”

I’ll take Harrison Ford over these caricatures any day. Happy birthday, Blade.