I confess to being a pop culture ignoramus. Just doesn't interest me, and I've not bothered to engage it much. Two exceptions this weekend: I enjoyed the phenomenal run of gold for Phelps at the Olympics [most TV I've watched since Hillary dropped out], and I caved to pressure from my children to see The Dark Knight.
Phelps was beyond amazing. The Dark Knight, however, struck me as the sort of show that wanted to be profound and ended up being anything but. Not that Ledger didn't succeed in being a real nutcase; he did. But the whole I found to be rather boring. About halfway through I wondered when it would end; but it kept on screeching and exploding at us for quite a bit.
Still, it was good to see the Herberts, to see Lauren one more time (before she heads back to Seward), and to have taken a ride in the civic (on the way there) and to have driven the civic (on the way home).
My conclusion: confirmed in the general wisdom of my habitual ignoring of the pop culture.