WRAPPING PAPER: I mean, rapping paper.

"I WANT TO GO MAKE A COMEDY LIKE THE ONES I USED TO MAKE": Bill Murray opens up to GQ. Much discussion as to the status of Ghostbusters 3, and a whole lot of (possible) insight into a guy who doesn't talk very often.

WHERE HAVE YOU GONE, JOE DIMAGGIO? According to the annual Harris Interactive annual poll conducted last month -- and you know I'm a fan of accurate polling -- Kobe Bryant has moved from fourth place into a tie with Tiger Woods for the title of America's Favorite Sports Star. Woods had held the title solo since 2006. Woods, Derek Jeter, Brett Favre, Michael Jordan and Dale Earnhardt Jr. have each placed in the top ten every year since at least 2004, and Drew Brees (replacing Albert Pujols) is the sole wholly new member of the top 10.

On the women's side, it's Serena-Venus-Danica for the second straight year.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S INSIDE THE FOODS YOU EAT? As in, have you ever seen fruits and vegetables through an MRI scan?

SHUT THE DOOR, HAVE A SEAT: Following up on the Man-Off, and in preparation for the Mad Men season premiere on Sunday, which may warrant Full Team Coverage (and based on a discussion with a few faithful readers on Twitter) it's time for Mad Men Boff, Marry, Kill--we have both a female and male edition for you:

Females: Joan Holloway, Betty Draper, Peggy Olson
Men: Don Draper, Roger Sterling, Pete Campbell

(FWIW--universal agreement on the female side thus far that Betty dies--I go marry Peggy, boff Joan.)

TURTLES ALL THE WAY DOWN: Spacewoman and I saw Inception last night, and it was probably the soonest we've seen a movie after release since Spaceboy v1.0's beta release. It did not disappoint. It was as vividly imagined and richly styled a movie as I have seen in a long time, set in a noirish future that, like the world of Blade Runner, smells like a seedy past. There were some things I could have done without -- all of the gratuitous exposition that Ellen Page was asked to bear (a studio note, I would guess), for example, or an overly intrusive score that, for the first half-hour, buzzed like a vuvuzela. On the whole, though, it felt like Nolan, like his architects, wanted viewers to inhabit a world that was at once recognizable and unfamiliar, broadly impossible but governed by an internally logical and consistent set of rules. And it worked.

But now come the spoilery thoughts:

HELLO, LADIES:Man off! Who's more manly--Old Spice Man, Don Draper, or Abed as Don Draper?