By now, you”’ve either seen Snakes on a Plane or you haven”’t, and considering the movie”’s fall to ninth place in this weekend”’s box office returns, most of you haven”’t. Maybe the premise was a little too high concept for you, or maybe you just didn”’t want to fork over your money for a ticket until the filmmakers told you what the movie was about. Or perhaps the gimmicky, hi-tech premise didn”’t sit well with your classically attuned aesthetic sensibilities. In that case, you might prefer Serpentes on a Shippe!, courtesy of Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog, one of the funnier blogs out there written in Middle English.

Speaking of the highs and lows of Samuel L. Jackson”’s career, last night I caught about ten minutes of Star Wars: Episode II–Attack of the Clones, with Jackson as Mace Windu (yet another staggeringly lousy name from George Lucas). A lot of questions occurred to me, as my mind wandered hither and yon in a desperate attempt to avoid the television screen. For example: Did the United States suffer some massive, unnoticed outbreak of mad cow disease in the 1970s? That would at least explain the initial popularity of the Star Wars movies. Not to mention disco music and the Carter administration.