Our beagle Truman celebrated his 2nd birthday yesterday. To commemorate the event, I drew a little portrait of him you can sneak a peek of by voting for Theater Hopper at BuzzComix.

I didn’t get around to seeing any movies this weekend, but I’m not feeling too bad about it. I’m sure Cami and I will make another run through the theaters to catch up with all of the Oscar nominated films they’ll be handing out awards to on next Sunday.

This weekend was all about Sex in the City at my house. I know it’s a television show and not a movie, but once your cultural radar has been saturated with one kind of news story, it’s hard to make room for anything else. I can’t tell you how many articles I’ve come across hailing Sex in the City as the show that changed the television landscape. Cut me some slack. They’ll make a make a movie of it eventually.

I think it’s inherently difficult for those of the XY chromosome persuasion to fully grasp the importance of the show for the fairer sex. Just chalk it up on the list of other things we don’t understand about women.

For example, Cami and I gathered with a bunch of friends tonight to watch the finale. Right now, Cami is in bed watching a rerun of the show that was just on a few hours ago. I guess I have no room to be harsh. I’ll watch the same Simpsons episode on an infinite loop – even the unfunny ones.

I have to admit, as far as final episodes go, it was very fulfilling. Much higher on my list than, say, Seinfield. I’m sure it will be more emotional resonant than the maple syrup fest that will be the Friends finale in a couple of weeks.

Anyway, that’s all I have for now. Sorry I don’t have more movie news. But when you’re staring down the barrel of a weekend where Ray Romano and Lindsay Lohan are your only two options for new cinema experiences, you’d turn to television, too.