Because I am a big loser with nothing to do ever, I watched the first season of Entourage this weekend. It was pretty good. I had a number of laugh out loud moments, which I don't often get watching any television show that does not star Phillip J. Frye. Obviously the reason to watch this (other than the leggy LA women in every single scene) is to listen to the interaction of the four guys.

By "interaction" I mean, of course, "Olympic-level ball busting." I watch Entourage with the same mix of admiration and jealousy that I watch all those Seth Rogan movies (40-Year Old Virgin, Superbad, etc). It's like hanging out with my friends, but if each of my friends had a staff writer who supplied them with zings and burns. Really impressive stuff.

I watched it on the recommendation of one particular friend of mine, who's skill at linguistic douchebaggery has noticeably improved (or at least have become more effective). I really feel a need to step up my verbal abuse. Next season, I'm going to watch with a pad so I can take notes of their technique. Also, I'm calling Neil "Dooby Drama" from now on.