The curse (?) is broken

Getting to the ending, last night, the Fantastic Fournicators won, again, yet for the first time in many months. As EDP pointed out, they hadn't yet triumphed during the Obama administration, so perhaps they were cursed. Or in league with Dick Cheney. Or perhaps being fed answers from Karl Rove via a secret earpiece. Alas, no more, and the FFs return to their place at the top, as opposed to near the top. We're all so proud.

The computer worked perfectly last night, thank Buddha, and we enjoyed "Movies Go Kaboom!," which I'm proud of, since for a remarkably simple concept, it took me a long time to come up with it (I played with a half-dozen explosion-related video round concepts, including juxtposing them with the sounds of children at play). All's well that ends well, some guy always said.

The only other especially notable news from last night was my continual hyping for the big anniversary show on August 31—our 200th episode, at (Le) Poisson Rouge in Greenwich Village. (Details here.) I can't say too much at the moment, but I think you'll be pleased. I know you people by now.

And last night's standings. All regulars…

1. The Fantastic Fournicators: But for how long?
2. Cash Cab for Cutie: Only perfect score in the first round.
3. Gerard Depardouche: Playing with only four men. Less douchy?
4. Strippers for Stephen Hawking
5. Jefferson Davis Starship/Sugah Titz (tie)

We're back at Crash on August 17 with fun fun fun, then the big show: August 31. I will certainly see you there…