By President Logan, that is -- the plotting commander-in-chief on 24.

Actor Gregory Itzin indulged Entertainment Weekly. It lives here.

Here on the features blog, you might see me write a bit about "The Office."

If you haven't checked out Signspotting, you've been denying yourself a serious belly laugh.

Doug Lansky has even compiled some of the best in a Signspotting book, which I have been foisting onto unsuspecting co-workers for almost a month now.

My favorite from the book is a picture of a sign for "Airhead Estates." The caption reads, "Ohmigawd! We should totally live here!"

I know that in Newmarket, there is a great wee store called "Marelli's Fruit & Real Estate," and I know Manchester has the Cadillac Motel, whose motto is "Stay for a night or a lifetime." Are there any funky signs closer to Nashua?

Inquiring, silly minds want to know.

I was born in 1974. (Yeah, yeah. I'll do the math for you. I'll be 32 in 23 days. Ack! How did that happen?)

I wonder if being surrounded by designs like these from the '70s can account for my failed sense of style.

And I do admit, I used to covet the devil-may-care, caftan-riddled fashion sense of one Mrs. Roper.

Come on. You know that's hot.

When you scream for ice cream, do you scream for soy sauce-flavored ice cream?

Yeah, me neither.

Extra heavenly bread.

I think I might be looking forward to Paris Hilton's reggae single more so than K-Fed's upcoming album!

Also apparently a songwriter, Paris' single is slated to be released in June and the album later this year.

"Next time I have to come in here, I'm crackin' skulls."

Paul Gleason, the actor who in my mind is most notable for his role as Principal Richard Vernon in The Breakfast Club, has died.

He was such a great jerky principal/authority figure in that movie, but I always found it funny that in the letter at the end, "The Breakfast Club" accuses him, "You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions." As an adult, I now wonder if they were seeing him the same way.

Naah.

If you are heading out to Pigeon Forge, Tenn., to visit Dolly Parton's Dollywood this summer, you might find yourself winning some free gas for the trip.

The Hartford Courant's rock critic examines the rising trend of protest albums and music coming out against the Iraq war, including from Mark Erelli, who just played Londonderry's Tupelo Music Hall for a CD release party for his "Hope and Other Casualties."

Many musicians aren't happy about the war and are not afraid of any backlash about speaking their piece.

I'm most fascinated by the turn of events swirling around Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks, who recently rescinded her apology for comments in 2003 about being ashamed that President George W. Bush was from Texas.

I don't think she should have apologized in the first place because as truly cheesy as even I know it sounds, freedom of expression is what makes our country great, and to me, her words ring a bit hollow now. If an artist chooses to be outwardly political, to use his/her chosen medium as a platform to express rage or frustration or sorrow over our political state of being, there should be an expectation that they might experience a degree of backlash. But if it is truly what they believe, they should accept the backlash and stand behind their words. I think waffling back and forth takes away some of their credibility. I have to wonder -- does she really believe she was right to criticize in the first place or is it just that she feels it is safer now and more commercially acceptable to speak her mind?

I understand it must be difficult to stand alone. But it is also very brave. To me, being an artist is all about being brave enough to put your soul out and hope people understand you or find beauty, pleasure, discomfort, anger -- some sort of emotion and meaning in what you have to say. If you apologize for their reactions, you are are undercutting your message and changing who you are to please others.

As someone who is often accused of apologizing too much, I see how hard it may have been for Natalie to avoid smoothing things over when her fans' feathers got ruffled, and from the business end of the spectrum, I certainly understand why her record company or agent or whoever may have pressured her to do so.

What do y'all think?

All the late-night TV hosts have been talking about David Hasselhoff's emotional performance on "American Idol," and I still think it was the most hysterical part of Wednesday's finale. Watching Jay Leno show Taylor Hicks the clip of the "Baywatch" star in tears -- and Hicks seeing that for the first time -- was priceless. (BTW, has anyone else found it interesting that HASSELHOFF will be judging a TALENT show?!)

But anyway, I really wanted to link to this blog, with conversations from people during the last few episodes of "AI" and their drinking game. (Though I'm sure a number of people out there had to chug anytime "Soul Patrol!" was mentioned.)

I thought celebs were supposed to give babies names that we can make fun of! If Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt give their daughter a name I've actually heard of, well that's just no fun!

What happened to the good ol' days of Suri and Apple?

Heard Sonya Kitchell on the radio for the first time yesterday. And today, I bought her "Words Came Back To Me" CD at Barnes & Noble and tickets to a show she's doing at Foxwoods in Connecticut (the worst state ever) in July with Jamie Cullum.

Well, David Bowie is very disappointed in you.

Not enough guilt for ya? Whachoo talkin' 'bout, Willis? You're asking for the big guns now.

Gary Coleman is disappointed in you, too.

Sick, twisted and wrong... and yet hysterically funny all the same.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Lego suicides.