etc.

Warner Bros. has narrowed the field down to three actors to potentially slip into the lime-green tights and wear the superpowered ring in 'Green Lantern': Bradley Cooper, Ryan Reynolds and Justin Timberlake. The studio is expected to pick its star this week, with Martin Campbell ('Casino Royale') already on tap to direct and the film slated to hit theaters in December 2010.

My vote's for Ryan Reynolds. Justin Timberlake and Bradley Cooper just don't look like the "ability to control the most powerful weapon in the universe on willpower alone" type.

Personally I think Josh Hartnett would've been the best choice, looks-wise.

UPDATE (via Matthew Louie): Ryan Reynolds has the part. Wonder if that means the Deadpool spin-off is still on?

A Thank-You Note to Men

By Mary-Louise Parker

To you, whom it may concern:

Manly creature, who smells good even when you don't, you wake up too slowly, with fuzzy, vertical hair and a slightly lost look on your face as though you are seven or seventy-five; you can fix my front door, my sink, and open most jars; you, who lose a cuff link and have to settle for a safety pin, you have promised to slay unfortunate interlopers and dragons with your Phillips head or Montblanc; to you, because you will notice a woman with a healthy chunk of years or pounds on her and let out a wolf whistle under your breath and mean it; because you think either rug will be fine, really it will; you seem to walk down the street a little taller than me, a little more aware but with a purpose still; to you who codifies, conjugates, slams a puck, baits a hook, builds a decent cabinet or the perfect sandwich; you who gives a twenty to the kids selling Hershey's bars and waits at baggage claim for three hours in your flannel shirt; you, sir, you take my order, my pulse, my bullshit; you who soaps me in the shower, soaks with me in the tub; to you, boy grown-up, the gentleman, soldier, professor, or caveman, the fancy man with initials on your towels and salt on your chocolates, to you and to that guy at the concession stand; thank you for the tour of the vineyard, the fire station, the sound booth, thank you for the kaleidoscope, the Horsehead Nebula, the painting, the truth; to you who carries me across the parking lot, up the stairs, to the ER, to roll-away or rice mat; to you who shows up every so often only to confuse and torment, and you who stays in orbit, always, to my left and steady, you stood up for me, I won't forget that; to you, the one who can't figure it out and never will, and you who lost the remote, the dog, or your way altogether; to you, wizard, you sang in my ear and brought me back from the dead, you tell me things, make me shiver; to the ones who destroyed me, even if for a minute, and to the ones who grew me, consumed me, gave me my heart back times ten; to most everything that deserves to call itself a man: How I do love thee, with your skill to light fires that keep me warm, light me up.

At work right now, but what a great find! I'll have to watch it during my lunch break.

You may have seen this around the Internet already, but if not, you'll want to come back to it again and again.

What's a RIPT FUSION shirt? Well it's "a classic men's undershirt injected with steroids," of course. For just $58, it'll add pecs and abs all while sucking in the flabby parts. But even more critical to society, it'll put geeks on the same playing field as jocks, the lazy on the same playing field as the obnoxiously active.

Even if the Ript Fusion is too gimmicky to make you look good, it could eventually make muscles look bad. And in the long run, that's really just as beneficial.

No comment on the actual shirt, except that you're bound to get found out once you get into the bedroom -- which I assume is the endgoal of purchasing such a product...

But MAJOR PROPS to the guy in this photo for fully committing to that ridiculous pose+photo concept. Fierce! ... Oh wait, never mind -- that's just the shirt.

Time to un-pop that collar and learn to tie a tie properly, guy.

Middle seats tend to be filled starting from the front of the aircraft and moving toward the rear—which means that if your flight isn't full, you're likely to get an empty seat next to you if you request an aisle seat in the center section in the back.

Great tip, via Lifehacker. Just in time for my flight to SF this weekend -- I love having an empty seat next to me. It's not often a guy as tall as me gets to just... sprawl and let it all hang out, so to speak. At least, not without getting some real dirty looks or elbows to the face.

I'd add my own piece of advice though: if you're not on a flight halfway around the world, like a short domestic flight, use the bathroom beforehand or be lucky enough to have a steel bladder like me. Then grab yourself a window seat! You'll be able to prop up a pillow on the side and take a peaceful nap without getting awakened by the passenger next to you so he/she can get out of his seat to use the toilet. Worst of all, in that situation, you'll have to wait until the bastard finishes the job off, since they'll need you to get up again to let them back in... the nerve!

New slogan idea:

Window Seats - Get Your Anti-Social On!

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Switch out that MacBook Pro for... a dozen ice cold cans of Blue Ribbon. Could anything be more American?

Timbuk2 Dolores Chiller

Not all messenger bags are for business. The Timbuk2 Dolores Chiller ($110) is a portable cooler disguised as a messenger, offering a fully insulated interior, a metal bottle opener on the strap, durable ballistic nylon construction, waterproof TPU lining, and enough capacity for at least 12 cans of suds.