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Congrats to my favorite Weekend Update team, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, for having the #1 movie at the box office this weekend, Baby Mama. Must admit I haven’t seen it yet, and the clips look pretty dopey, but right on! Yes, women can do theatrical comedy successfully by a man’s measure. Harold and Kumar came in a close second with Guantanamo Bay, and Forgetting Sarah Marshall notched third place. Perhaps Judd Apatow and Co. are churning out too many too quickly, as I found the film a major disappointment after all the hype, and not very funny. The nude break-up scene? Whatever. Mila Kunis? Cute. The Hawaiian mileu? Pretty. Jason Segel? I’d rather watch Jonah Hill and the boys in Superbad a third time. (My favorite line of his: “No one’s gotten a blow job wearing cargo shorts since ‘Nam.”) Yawn….

A shout-out to all you Vals….number redemption is at hand! New numbers over the hill will get the kinda cool sounding 747 area code. I’m like…..dude, wasn’t that a plane? But really, being something of an area code freak–yes, I’ve even written an op-ed about it, when the 310 went to 10-digit dialing because of the 424 overlay. And I’m still not happy about it. But back to the Valley…nice, new digits. 747. Yeah, that works.

Well, this will come as a spoiler at this moment, but I just saw the teaser trailer for “Sex and the City,” and Steve screwed around on Miranda apparently! Hmmm….how will she handle his infidelity? Theirs was always an interesting class clash dynamic, but it was she who adjusted most, having sex on HIS schedule and ultimately taking down her high-powered big city angst a few notches by moving to Brooklyn and doing the family thing with him.  Will she boot him bag to his blue collar beginnings? Maybe Miranda should be with a nice hedge fund manager, if there is such a thing…

We all know–with probably more sordid details yet to come–how the “Luv Gov” got off on importing that skanky Girls Gone Wild  chick Ashley (or whatever her name was) for some unprotected sex in a Washington hotel room before he made his way to Capitol Hill for some boring hearing.  It’s still amazing that in this day and age of cell phone video cameras and clerks cashing in stories they sell to the tabloids he managed to get away with all his patronage of the Emporer’s VIP Club until he did himself in with suspicous wire transfers. Because the Spitz threw in the towel so quickly, he also got himself out of charges he would have faced in the so-called Choppergate affair, the one where he tried to embarass a political rival by using the NY state police to track the guy’s travels.  (If only that guy, state senator Joseph Bruno, would have turned the tables, this story would have broken months ago.) Had Spitzer suck, I mean stuck around Albany, he would have faced a grand jury. He still hasn’t had the balls to show his face anywhere. Poor Silda. Hopefully has him bound and gagged in a dark corner somewhere as punishment, but if history is any indication–look at recent sex scandals involving Bill C., Charlie Sheen, Pat O’Brien or Bill O’Reilly–he’ll be out and about and announcing a book deal any day now.