Ya know, today's New York Times has us wondering if they're serving crazy con carne in the cafeteria over on 43rd. Oh, what mayhem ensues:

Joyce Wadler's Boldface Names has reached a new level of batshit insane today, with a two-column-inch blank item about Moby. It was kind of awesome, actually. Sure, we know she's just our nutty Auntie Joyce, but now we're worried about her! Has she found sobriety and gone mad?

More importantly, hot-shit film critic Manohla Dargis, freshly picked from the LA Times, shows up on our coast with a review of Collateral. While she's got some stylee action going, we can't help but wonder why she'd abuse herself with clichéd phrases plucked from the halls of Columbia J-School. "Wired for action"?

Finally, don't skip the gem in Corrections, in which the NYT discovers that Jimmy Buffett doesn't have a song called "License to Kill." Funny, we'd think most Times writers would know the entire Jimmy Buffett catalogue by heart.