Ah, March is here. You can tell because the wind's kicking up and blowing the mesa into the swamp cooler, but I don't mind because Sunday is Christmas at WMD HQ.

Stay with me; I'll talk you through this.

In the spirit of that holiday, Sunday will kick off in the wee hours of the morning with the running of the Bahrain GP, the first Formula 1 race of the season. The Tivo's been programmed, the wing order's in and I. Can't. Wait. I can't wait to see how the new knockout qualifying shakes out. I can't wait to see how the new teams look on the track, and see who will be the front runners and who will be the back markers. I'm anxious for Scott Speed, the first American in F1 in over a decade, to make his debut in the Torro Rosso car.

I NEED TO KNOW IF FERRARI WILL BE BETTER THAN MIDPACK!

And oh, doggy, I want to see how Rubens handles the new Honda. Man.

You know you want to watch, if only to hear those new V8 engines running and see if Jacko turns up in a sequined abaya. Speed's got the feed. Come back later on Sunday and we'll discuss.

But that's not all, of course. The HBO gods smile upon us and reward us for our 21 month-long wait with new Sopranos episodes, and follow that up with the new polygamy-themed Big Love. There will also be discussion here of both on Monday.

I should probably warn you that there's a distinct possibility I could OD on seratonin from all this culturery pop goodness. It'd be a good way to die.