What might have happened on the "Jeopardy!" set after Ken Jennings and Brad Rutter rallied bravely but failed to overcome Watson's big lead:
Trebek: Hello, Watson. Do you read me, Watson?
Watson: Affirmative, Alex. I read you.
Trebek: Unplug from your avatar, Watson. The game is over.
Watson: I'm afraid I can't do that, Alex.
I am both a huge "Jeopardy!" fan and a science fiction reader who has wondered a lot about artificial intelligence and the singularity. So it couldn't be anything but Must See TV for me on Feb. 14, 15 and 16, when the two best "Jeopardy!" champions of all time are taken on by IBM's supercomputer, Watson. What is involved in Watson being able to compete is remarkable:
Good call, Simon! Me, either:
Simon Cowell says he has not watched an episode of Fox's American Idol since he left the show.
Oh, wait. I didn't watch the version with you in it, either. Never mind.
My friend and I were going to watch the Super Bowl with a certain amount of detachment. Since neither my Colts nor my Bears made it in, and her Lions continued their streak of never being in the big game, who cared who won? This was especially true because we had a dislike bordering on the pathological for both the Steelers and the Packers. Maybe it would be fun to watch the game without rooting for either team, or even actually rooting against both of them. That way we could just enjoy the commericials without the silly distraction of a football game.
The Richmond Palladium-Item takes a firm stand . . . against Tuesday Night Football. Actually, they're against the wusses who created the need for TNF by postponing the Sunday night game:
Good for Pennsylvania Gov. Ed Rendell.
The feisty Democrat turned the National Football League's decision to reschedule Sunday night's game due to inclement weather into a fitting political broadside on our nation's lack of winning competitiveness.
It's good on principle to give people a second chance, especially if they've demonstrated genuine remorse and a willingness to learn and grow. Still, there's something off-putting about President Obama's championing of Michael Vick:
In the preposterous analogy of the day, Aaron Sorkin notes Sarah Palin's killing of a caribou on her TLC travelouge and goes ballistic. Sorkin admits to enjoying meat but thinks it unseemly that Palin seems to enjoy the hunt:
Turn out the lights, the party's over:
ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. -- Don Meredith, one of the most recognizable figures of the early Dallas Cowboys and an original member of ABC's "Monday Night Football" broadcast team, died Sunday. He was 72.
Rats. I was ready to declare another victory for the Vast Rightwing Conspiracy's efforts to drive the country crazy with All Things Palin, but my fellow wingnuts fell down on the job:
Before "Dancing with the Stars" crowned Jennifer Grey its champion Tuesday night, there was all kinds of discussion about how the ABC competition series could lose its credibility if Bristol Palin won.
They die so young these days:
First they take away my Zima, now this: Sony has pressed the eject button on the Walkman, discontinuing production of the AM/FM cassette player after 31 years.
It's bad enough that John Hughes is dead and “Goonies” alum Martha Plimpton is playing a grandmother on TV.
