The Vitamin B Glandular Show heartily endorses the following products:

- Anchorman. The funniest mainstream comedy since, I dunno, Office Space maybe? (The past four years of movie comedies have seemed like one long Wayans brothers movie to me.) I'm not even a huge Will Ferrell fan, but he has that self-important, self-loving dumb guy character down to a science at this point. And Steve Carell (the only reason I have any hope that the American version of The Office won't completely blow) more or less steals every scene.

- Patton Oswalt's new comedy album Feelin' Kinda Patton. A master at building long, clever riffs of spiraling ridiculousness. And if "Bend over, Abigail Mae, 'cause here comes the gravy pipe!" doesn't become our next national catchphrase, I lose what little hope I have left in this country.

- Crossballs on Comedy Central. Only three episodes have aired so far, but the trainwreck between the straight-faced incredulousness of the fake panelists and the unintentional comedy of the know-nothing self-appointed "experts" has been compelling to watch. It's not exactly news that TV debate shows are no more enlightening than VH1's "50 Hottest Rock Star Ex-Wives," but seeing just how willing these talking heads are willing to ignore basic intelligence and common sense to get face time on television is particularly illuminating.

- Blueberry Boat by the Fiery Furnaces. I may have bored people already with my raving about this, but it's finally out officially this week. More ideas in one song than most bands come up with in their entire career. A band that stripmines the past half-century of music yet comes up with something new sounding in the process. And in this diminished-expectations era of rock music, it's genuinely thrilling to see someone swing for the fences and make a bold statement like this one. Album of the year? Oh, yeah. Album of the decade? Just maybe, hoss. Just maybe.