Rufus Wainwright married longtime partner Jorn Weisbrodt in a Montauk ceremony officiated by Justin Vivian Bond.

Amazing news: Lifetime is casting an original movie about tragic figure Anna Nicole Smith. And who better to handle Anna Nicole's story than a network known for melodrama and camp appeal?

A local CBS affiliate uncovered the personal art website of Jeffrey Johnson, the 58-year-old man who shot a former co-worker and was gunned down by police yesterday.

My grandmother married a beautiful brown troll named HaLester "Les" Myers 20 years ago. The Christmas before last, Les slumped across from me in Grandma's gaudy pink throne while she finished making supper. I watched the still water flooding the gutters of Les's sleepy eyes, the way his nappy gray chin folded snuggly into the top of those musty blue overalls, and I knew that the dusty joker really believed what he said the night before about Kanye West and the importance of treating females like cats.

American Idol couldn't lure Katy Perry with $20 million, and now Mariah Carey knows she's worth less than Katy.

While not as damning as Anthony Weiner's penis, a photo of Bow Wow spooning another man appeared on Twitter last night, inspiring the traditional cries of "I was hacked," followed by purging of Bow Wow's entire account.

The Internet breakout hit from the 27-year-old English singer-songwriter Jessie Ware, "Wildest Moments," abounds with drums that are almost identical in pattern and timbre to those of Enigma's "Return to Innocence." That 1994 smash is remembered for its aboriginal Taiwanese chant refrain, if it is remembered at all. The German cloak/sex/incantation-loving pseudo-dance act is about as relevant as the Druids it invoked. Enigma are the epitome of early '90s dance cheese. Jessie Ware, meanwhile, has released one of the buzziest debuts of the year, Devotion. Pitchfork gave it an 8.5. The BBC called her "superb." NPR has raved about her single "110%." She's been popping up on many a rock-crit/tastemaker Tumblr for months now. Jessie Ware is the cool artist of the day.

Police tonight released video footage [Warning: Graphic] showing the moment two officers shot and killed 58-year-old Jeffrey Johnson, a former employee of Hazan Imports who a short while earlier gunned down former coworker Steve Ercolino near the Empire State Building.

Lots of variety among the emails we received this week: some people shared their thoughts on recent articles, some wrote in about articles published weeks ago, and some sent us links to The New York Times. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Have a great weekend, y'all!

That's comedian Brett Eidman doing a racist, Breakfast at Tiffany's-esque "ching chong"/"Me So Horny" routine in the faces of an Asian couple. At the end, the guy he's mocking punches him — kind of. It's more of a shove, really, but you see what the guy was going for.

When the first reports of a multiple-casualty shooting outside the Empire State Building came down the line this morning, most of us thought the same thing: not again. Not another senseless tragedy, not another crazy lone gunman, not another mass shooting.

British people whose only friends are birds are freaking out this summer, as hundreds of their cherished pets are disappearing somewhere over England and no one can figure out what is happening to them or how to make friends with a human.

Like a retirement home choir composed entirely of singing Carrie Nations, the Raging Grannies are mad as hell and they're not afraid to channel their anger through song.

Five years ago, Louisiana Senator David Vitter was humiliated when he was outed as a client of the infamous "DC Madam," Deborah Palfrey. Back then, reports said that not only did Vitter see prostitutes on numerous occasions, he was rumored to have a fetish for wearing diapers, like a man-baby. Palfrey ended up committing suicide in 2008, while Vitter, a staunch family values advocate, remains a sitting senator. And now it looks like the GOP hypocrite may be up to some more shady dalliances.

The privacy-invading insider who leaked the infamous nude photos of Prince Harry playing strip billiards is persona non grata in Vegas, according a new Sin City tourism campaign.

He's the Reading Ranbow theme with interjections from DMX. The conceit is the punchline.

The just-released video for Nicki Minaj's Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded highlight is literally brilliant, with a neon color scheme and skewed sense of geometry that recalls Beetlejuice. The self-conscious oddness against this cartoon-goth backdrop is reminiscent of Missy Elliott's "The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)." For the raw eye candy alone, this is probably my favorite video of the year — the insane amount of visual wit (courtesy of director Colin Tilley) is a good match for Nicki's tightly packed bars. "I'm a brand, bitch, I'm a brand," Nicki bellows in this latest round of brag-rap. If that is true, it's a wildly inconsistent brand, but her lows (see: virtually every one of her pop/house songs) make the highs that much more eye-popping.

A Maryland man who visited a local gun range on "Ladies' Day" was so aggrieved by the fact that women were allowed in for free that he sued the establishment for "reverse sexism."

Forehead Tyra Banks recently sat down with The Hollywood Reporter to discuss Cycle 19 of America's Next Top Model (all the judges and mentors you love—Nigel, Jay, and Miss J—have been fired and replaced with sandbags with frowny faces drawn on them), her hopes for the show's future (it's been moved to Fridays at 8 p.m., so: none), and what it's like being literally the most respected and best person in America.

The public relations industry could fairly be described as a machine that functions on broken dreams. The only question is whether your dreams will be broken now, or later. If that dream is about meeting Oprah, the answer is: now. This is PR Dummies. Oprah will not be coming.