More than three years ago, I pimped out this blog to Adagio Teas in their quest for tea-keyword supremacy, in exchange for some free tea.

Precedent thus set, I see no reason to not accommodate Golden Moon Tea in its similar request. To wit:

Oolong Tea, from Golden Moon Tea

That’s the link Golden Moon’s Partner (whatever that is) Jon Stout asked that I paste hereabouts, in exchange for some sample product from his joint. (”Stout”? As in, “I’m a little teapot, short and”? Must be a brand-reinforcing codename…) I’m guessing the online tea-retailer jockeying for high Google ranking continues unabated, and that freebies are far cheaper than AdWord rates. So be it.

Anyway, mission accomplished. Per Stout’s email, I should be receiving a sampler set shipment of Golden Moon’s Coconut Pouchong, Orchid Temple Oolong, Imperial Formosa Oolong and Sugar Caramel Oolong varieties. Although I prefer the full-caffeinated black tealeaf, I can do oolong; in fact, by coincidence I just picked up a box of Bigelow’s Chinese Oolong for the first time in ages. I’m betting Golden Moon’s versions will blow Bigelow’s out of the water.

Actually, I wonder if I should get greedy and request one of Golden Moon’s regular samplers, with the fancy brew-in-mug cup/infuser. Heck, I just dropped more than the requested amount of linkage back to them, didn’t I? We’ll see.

What makes the New Yorker’s movie review of Sex and the City worth reading through to the very end:

All the film lacks is a subtitle: “The Lying, the Bitch, and the Wardrobe.”

Thanks to this pun-forged connection with The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, I fully expect to see a parody of the “Lazy Sunday/Chronic-What?-les of Narnia” tribute video short hit the Youtubes, any day now. Especially considering all the bank that SATC hauled in this past weekend.

And no, I didn’t go see Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte make their big-screen splash, as the testicles hanging between my legs prevented me from making it to the nearest theater. I’ll have to rely on the pithy review to inform me.

Next month, the getting-trendy Fort Greene neighborhood in Brooklyn will be the site of the third-annual Great Hot Dog Cookoff.

To which I may or may not go. I had had it mentally calendared as taking place in June, instead of the actual July 12th date, so I crossed it off early. But now that it’s more than a month away, we’ll see.

What would tempt me mightily to attend: A lineup of weirdo frankfurter creations, more worthy of curious observation than digestion. Not that any of these dishes are sure to appear, but if I had my druthers, I’d love to see this lineup:

- The deep-fried nightmare of The Hamdog

- The high-falutin’ yet fundamentally cheesy Baked Brie Dog

- And finally, the splayed wonder that is the Octodog

The above ordering is, of course, Gold-Silver-Bronze. No taste-testing required.