Here's the surprise: I am not disgusted at Time Magazine's person of the year. I actually kind of like it.

Still disgusted that anyone acts like it matters.

Was Time Magazine ever . . . good?

How did they get in charge of person of the year? Yeah, I know that one, they started it. But why did anyone ever care? At some point, they must have actually been relevant.

So hard to picture now.

Of course they can do any cover they want. Who cares.

Our media. Ugh. Yet another example of our revolting lapdog media. Why on earth do they go along with it? They actually act like it's a big deal, like the person these bozos choose actually is the person of the year.

Can you imagine anyone less qualified to have their finger on any kind of cultural pulse than Time? Kind of comical. Dork Of The Year, sure. But person?

OK, here's a compromise: Time gets to choose Dork Of The Year, someone else gets Person. Sounds fair. Let's see if they'll go for it.

The new page is here: www.davecullen.com/brokebackmountain/ 

Thanks so much to Parenthetical Greg, my new brokeback webmaster, for setting it all up. He has been amazing.

And thanks to all the moderators who have been taking over the discussion. This will simplify everything greatly. (For you and for me.)

Soon we will also have a real discussion board there, which will be so much easier for all of you to use, and I won't have to keep having these comment-thread posts on the blog.

And thank you to all the hundreds and hundreds of readers who have joined the discussion. This certainly took on a life of its own.

Update:

The new Brokeback Mountain discussion site is live.

No time to say a lot, not much worth saying.

Really lightweight, annoying little trifle.

Mainly for tittering old ladies feeling a little naughty. A breast! they're going to show a breast! Oh my!

Junior high school humor for senior citizens. Quite the unfortunate combo.

And completely confused in tone. First half did not belong with second half.

What the hell hell happened to Stephen Frears? The Grifters and Sammy & Rosie Get Laid (nothing like it sounds) are two of my all-time faves. Been quite awhile. High Fidelity had moments, but felt pretty light. Dirty Pretty Things so tedious it was barely watchable.

I saw Mrs. Henderson at a sneak last week, and Stephen actually appeared after to answer questions, but I couldn't even bear to stay for much of it. (Plus most of the questions he had answered the same way on Charlie Rose a few nights earlier.) It was mainly too depressing, though, to watch such a great director talk about this silly little confection that wasn't even sweet.

And yes, Judi Dench was her ususal wonderful self, but perhaps a bit too usual. But how can you tell, really, when you're not really interested in anything coming out of her mouth after the first 20 minutes.

The nice thing about the lame season of Survivor being over is my Tivo gets to finally get to shows like Everybody Hates Chris.

I saw two eps early in the season and enjoyed them, but didn't love them. Don't know if they took awhile to get rolling, or it took me time to get used to it, but saw a few more in the last week, and eating them up.

Also loving Boondocks and WonderShozen. Wondershozen really took some getting used to, and it can be pretty uneven, but at least half of it is wickedly funny. Beyond SouthPark.