Creep — not the song by Radiohead but that time-stretching affliction that dogs many a project is to blame. A scope-creep variant, lolly creep, has struck the NZBC so badly that we’ve lost track of internet time. The fact that the DG’s under the illusion that he has a “real job” doesn’t help. We’ve humoured him so far, of course, but the person whose desk he’s occupying is likely to come back from the water cooler soon, and then there’s going to be trubba. A risk of arga warga, even. Luckily, Mark and Stephen are a darn sight better at multi-tasking than I am.

The Broatchmeister reckons Sienna Miller has the double-whammy: she sounds like fun plus she’s OK to look at. Why do so many people experiment with drugs, Simon Hattenstone asks her, in this Guardian interview:

“’Cos they’re fun! ’Cos they’re fuckloads of fun! No, don’t write that. I always end up putting my big fat foot in it.”

Fat feet don’t worry Aussie actor Guy Pearce, who plays Warhol in Factory Girl. What a guy — just not necessarily in a good way. Meanwhile, the Goodies are back to set the record straight, just in time for us to realise from the photo that one Goodie has masqueraded for years as an IT publisher. We’d always suspected he promised advertisers “anything, anytime”, but who knew he was also versed in Ecky Thump?

A guy called James Ulmer, “proprietor of the Ulmer Scale”, a periodic rating of movie stars’ “bankability”, is making excuses for the fact that the few movies starring black actors don’t do well at the box office. He’s created his own myth that it’s the international market that’s racist. The real problem, says Mark, is that coloured actors are in shit films, but America thinks everyone is like them, only worse.

Michael Moore has done a lot of good, but boy does he like control. And finally from Mark, via Arts & Letters Daily, Neil Gabler in the LA Times on why the intrinsic value of movies and most entertainment has diminished. Something to do with internet avatars, apparently.

Stephen has been finding out from The Friday Thing why, based on the 100 books they can’t live without, Britain’s bookworms are a miserable, bitter bunch. From Jane Eyre to The Lovely Bones and Winnie the Pooh, it makes for cheerless reading. I blame it on a British childhood in the last resort (close to where this photo was taken, in fact), so at least I have an excuse for being miserable and bitter.

You can vote here to bring back Vogels unsliced bread. And Stephen points us in the direction of Mark’s analysis of foodie mags (if we all linked to each other would that be unsafe blogging?). Enemies of Wikipedia have set up Conservapedia to get rid of British spellings and “anti-American ideas”, such as evolution and a perceived failure to give credit for the Renaissance to Christianity.

Me? I just have the latest “craze” of celebrity women going commando because they want to, not because they have to and, via Arts & Letters, why if you’re ever in Frankfurt (or, for that matter, Hamburg) you should go see a performance of Shakespeare in German.

Also, tschüss dann.