We're starting a big update/revamp/reorganization of our "Question of the Day" and I'm deep in the midst of reorganizing this vast digital file cabinet (or set of library shelves, if you prefer). Which means a bit less quality blogging time -- hence no comment so far on James Packer's recent misfortunes or the massive "juice job" exposed in Clark County ... thanks in no small part to the persistence of whistleblower Fred Frazzetta (who should be named Nevadan of 2008 hor concours) and Las Vegas Review-Journal reporter Joan Whitely.

But, in the interest of taking a brief break from sort and filing and categorizing, I'd like to plug a movie. Not any old movie but the one that's been sitting atop the Amazon best-seller list for the entire week (outpacing 101 Dalmations, No Country for Old Men and American Gangster). Yes, it's the latest installment in the greatest achievement of Western civilization, the filmic sequel, Stargate: The Ark of Truth (which producers Brad Wright and Robert C. Cooper wanted to call The Ark of Truthiness, in homage to Stephen Colbert).

Admittedly, what dyed-in-the-wool 'Gaters are really waiting for is this summer's Stargate: Continuum, which promises the return of Richard Dean Anderson, a time-travel plot and the Fab Four being rescued at the North Pole by a nuclear submarine (all orchestrated by the best director in TV, Martin Wood). Incidentally, all the temporary structures at the APLIS camp, where Continuum filmed on the ice pack, are all named after Vegas casinos, including a 'Luxor' and 'Bellagio.'

Ark of Truth(iness) merely serves to rid us ... I mean, to wrap up the two-year storyline of the Ori (known to many fans as "the B'Ori" because of their propensity to talk people to death), a misguided attempt at topicality -- religious fanaticism in Outer Space. But, hey, it's Original Flavor Stargate, more or less, and with Stargate: Atlantis continuing to slip in quality, it's like a breeze in a Vegas summer.

All of which is a long, roundabout way of disclosing that yours truly plays an unwitting cameo role in the "bonus" features on Ark of Truth. Last summer, the Significant Other and I went to Comic Con, and attended a pair of Stargate panels (and met Stargate goddesses Amanda Tapping and Teryl Rothery).

Well, seems an MGM video crew was taping the aforesaid panels for bonus-feature material and a certain Las Vegas-based Stargate obsessive wound up with a brief speaking "role," much to my -- I mean, his thrill/horror. (And, no, I'm not the guy who tries to sing to the Stargate cast.)

So there it is: My 15 seconds of fame and my only -- and unintentional -- contribution to posterity. But I've bumbled my way into becoming part of the DVD corpus of My Favorite TV Show of All Time and that's a rush ... even more than skydiving, if you can believe it.

OK. Geek-out moment over. Re-engaging dignity mode ...