The word "Drive" evokes two people in me: Joe Strummer and Mark Dacascos. That is until this past week when we saw Fox’s new series, Drive. Now I can add Nathan Fillion and Tim Minear to that list of dudes I think about when I think "Drive."

Boy, that sounds weird.

Darla and I watched The Illusionist last night. It was a very good movie, though it’s always struck me as strange to have a period piece that’s completely fictionalized, especially when it mixes in a few historical figures just for fun. That’s probably just me, though.

Still, Ed Norton is always incredible, and the plot was unfolded in a compelling manner.

What goes up, must come down. And don’t forget those spinning wheels, ’cause they got to go ’round. Or something. I feel like a spinning wheel on a roller coaster of late, at least on the poker front. About a week ago, I went on a nice run where my big cards held up, my draws came in more often than not, and my opponents donkey play paid off nicely.

I picked up John Lennon’s Plastic Ono Band album this week. It’s an album I have never paid any attention to — probably because of my aversion to most things "Ono" — and I wish that weren’t so! It’s a great album, with some killer songs. "Well Well Well," ""Do the Oz," and "I Found Out" just rock, plain and simple, while "Working Class Hero" is a well-known classic. I love this album and immediately began listening to it repeatedly after buying it.