Colin Devlin, owner of popular Brooklyn restaurants like DuMont and DuMont Burger, was found dead of an apparent suicide today in Pennsylvania. Devlin, who was 42, had been missing since a meeting yesterday in which he'd learned his businesses were suffering.

Just days after she and five other women acquitted George Zimmerman for killing Trayvon Martin, juror B29, who calls herself "Maddy," said in an interview with ABC News that Zimmerman "got away with murder," and that she feels she owes an apology to Martin's parents.

A squirrel in Los Angeles County tested positive for the bubonic plague yesterday. By our calculation, that still leaves 24 hours before the top of Gwyneth's head comes off.

Anthony Weiner may have disqualified himself from the mayoral race with his constant lies about when he did or didn't send penis pictures to America's ladies, but as Brian Moylan wrote in 2011, Weiner's real crime is not knowing how to take a "dong shot."

Bankrupt By Beanies is a short documentary that tells the story of one family driven to financial ruin by the infamous stuffed animal craze of the mid-to-late '90s.

This is dark: "...Amanda [Bynes] is suffering from a severe mental illness 'with schizophrenic tendencies.' We're told she's aware 'there's a good Amanda and a bad Amanda.' When she talks about the bad Amanda she almost mimics an exorcism, pulling at her body as if to remove the demon, and even biting herself."

FoxNews.com has a handy service post about PRISM-proof messaging and photo applications aimed at upstanding Americans outraged at Obama's spy network, or maybe terrorists. Either one.

Authorities in South Carolina believe they have foiled a local man's plans to murder sex offenders using personal information gleaned from the state's sex offenders registry, the Associated Press reported.

The New York Times lobbed a big tub of water at the grease fire of Paula Deen’s career on Thursday, which, as any seasoned chef can tell you, will trigger the eruption of a huge fireball that blackens your ceiling and scorches your homemade grease soup beyond all recognition.

Good afternoon. Anthony Weiner announced that he engaged in sexual relationships with up to three women online since resigning from Congress in 2011. Or rather, that's what he says he thinks that he believes. Shall we let him phrase this in his own words? "I don’t believe I had any more than three," he announced at a press conference after someone asked.

Vince Gilligan's exquisitely developed Breaking Bad is so unassailably good that even the show's promotional bonanza is terrific. The premiere is two-and-a-half weeks away and we've already seen a generally endearing Bryan Cranston GQ cover profile, an Aaron Paul late-night "bitch" tribute, and particularly excellent Comic-Con stunt in which Bryan Cranston went incognito in a silicon mask of his own face.

In 2006, the Chicago City Council passed an ordinance requiring large retailers to pay workers a "living wage" of $10 an hour, plus benefits. The mayor vetoed the bill. In a few months, Wal-Mart will open a new store in Chicago, with starting pay of $8.75 per hour. Who won? We offer you a new round of true stories from Wal-Mart employees to help you judge.

After a six-year crackdown on Wall Street's penchant for insider trading, federal prosecutors have filed criminal charges against SAC Capital Advisors, the powerful hedge fund run by YOLO-ing billionaire Steve Cohen. The indictment (below) includes one count of wire fraud and four counts of securities fraud for insider trading violations carried out from 1999 through at least 2010.

Cate Blanchett is genius at demonstrating a veneer of icy sophistication slowly cracking. You can see glimpses in her eyes, her jittery jaw, her wringing hands, in the birdlike suspension of shaky limbs held akimbo. In Blue Jasmine, Woody Allen's latest film, her character Jasmine is a woman in the midst of a nervous collapse. Her real-estate swindler ex was imprisoned for stealing millions, and as a result, she's been torn from her Park Avenue penthouse. She’s holding on by a Chanel suit string, subsisting solely on Stoli, with a constant blur of mascara smudging her lower eyelid.

Senator John McCain theorizes that replacing the $1 bill with a $1 coin could be a boon for strippers: "[P]ressed about the predicament facing scores of the country’s skin-baring and bill-collecting women, McCain responded without missing a beat, 'Then I hope that they could obtain larger denominations.'"

A Virginia man who was apparently using his computer to solicit obscene photos from children turned himself in to police unexpectedly after he received an "FBI Warning message" that turned out to be a virus.

I could hardly believe how easy director Brian De Palma was to talk to when I spoke to him in advance of the release of his 29th feature film, Passion (out on VOD August 1 and in select theaters August 30). He was generous with his time and refeshing with his candor. He was relaxed, open to critique, and surprisingly humble for someone who's directed bonafide classics (Carrie, The Untouchables and Scarface) and cult favorites (Body Double, Dressed To Kill, Femme Fatale), alike. He was willing to discuss subjects that might make other directors bristle—the possibility of unintentional comedy in his work, or the idea that his films are "camp." He even came come close to admitting that at 72, he's most likely peaked as a director.

VH1 has released the first footage of its upcoming biopic CrazySexyCool: The TLC Story. It is mostly recreations of music videos and it is mostly convincing. Lil Mama seems particularly spot-on as Left Eye. Who knew?

This week, the New York Times made great strides in establishing itself as the paper of record of butts, publishing not one but two articles dedicated to the issue. One was about how men crave plump, juicy booties to fill out their dad jeans. The other: an ode to the dad jeans themselves, filled to bursting with men's plump, juicy booties.

George McDonald, who is considered a "fringe" candidate for New York City mayor because he spent his time housing the homeless rather than taking pictures of his own dick, has a cool house.