One of the perks of working for a media conglomerate is swag. Whenever HBO rolls out a new season of one of their signature programs, I get free stuff. For Carnivale, I received a tin full of peanuts. For Sex and the City, it was a purse and a second, smaller, purse full of pink mints (that sort of looked like birth control pills). For the fifth season of The Sopranos, I received a clock, a countdown calander and a bag of Artie Bucco Signature Brand Pasta. BEHOLD!

OK, they're not very exciting. Still, these cheesy promotional tie-ins could net me a whole $1.57 on Ebay.

The Sopranos. 9 PM. Sunday. If the apocolyptic promos are any indication, the doo-doo (which, no matter what Outkast tells you, DOES NOT smell like roses) will be hitting the fan. I just hope the writers will spare viewers another dreary Uncle Juinor vs. cancer subplot. Also: more truncated heads would nice.