Here’s a look at what’s happening the next 10 days:

This column offers a sampling of dining experiences in the area. It is not intended as a review of the restaurant other than to provide the reader with one diner's experience.

Wow! It’s fall already and everyone’s coming back to Winthrop University.

This column offers a sampling of dining experiences in the area. It is not intended as a review of the restaurant other than to provide the reader with one diner's experience.

Here's a look at what's coming up over the next 10 days:

Stellas to the right, Stellas to the left, Stellas just about everywhere, starting with The Stellas tonight at Scandal’s in Rock Hill. In a surprisingly short period of time, this frolicking foursome — Adam Middleton, vocals/guitar; Jacob Worden, drums; Josh Knight, bass guitar; and Shaun McFall, guitarist — has rocked, popped and rolled from anonymity in rising renown.

Ten years ago I would’ve thought it impossible for the “Star Wars” universe to be boring.

If comedies could be judged solely on their potential to be funny, then “Tropic Thunder” could’ve been the “Citizen Kane” of the genre.

I have a basement room full of CDs. I’ve never counted them, but I’d say there are at least 10,000. I have five fat crates stuffed with vinyl LPs and about 50 cassettes. I even have an 8-track tape. That one’s just for kitsch value. I don’t own a deck to play it on.

In a stunt worthy of reality television, this year’s Emmys will be hosted by the five nominees in the new category recognizing — you guessed it — reality TV show hosts. It’s so evil genius, you have to wonder if it was Ryan Seacrest’s idea. That guy is so busy, it makes sense that he’d delegate his Emmy-hosting duties to four of his best frienemies, and maybe sabotage Heidi Klum’s dress Miss-Puerto-Rico-style while he’s at it. Auf Wiedersehen, Mrs. Seal!