Top Republican House members and activists are mulling over a plan to raise the debt limit slightly every two months, effectively giving them more hostage-taking opportunities to force spending cuts. Creditors probably wouldn't like such a permanent high-wire act.

It seems that the sequel to The Hangover features a gag about Ed Helms' character getting a tattoo like Mike Tyson's. One thing the Warner Bros. legal team probably didn't anticipate: A copyright lawsuit from the "visual artist" who drew the original tattoo.

In case you weren't aware, two rich and good looking people in England just got married, and everyone in the world went into a frenzy about their hats and hair and shoes. So photos were key! Here's the gear. [Gizmodo]

Last night Andy Cohen had New York Housewife Countess LuAnn de Lesseps and former D.C. Housewife Cat Ommanney on his masturbatory Bravo talk show to discuss the Royal Wedding. Things were tense between the two all night, but when they taped the web-only after show, things really got explosive!

"It ends up being the greatest thing that ever happened to me, because what it ends up doing is accelerating sort of my alcohol stuff to where I finally get sober." —Rob Lowe on The Oprah Winfrey Show.

Conservative pundits have been known to give President Obama crap for not going to church. It's part of why, if you're, say, Byron York, the president should only blame himself for the millions of morons who believe he's a Muslim. But when Obama does go to church, as he and his family did on Easter Sunday, he still ends up in a multi-pronged scandal. He didn't "do" Easter correctly.

On this day Prince William and Kate Middleton were married. And also something like a dozen memes were born. The grumpy flower girl is cute, but the hat worn by Princess Beatrice is our favorite. Princess Beatrice's hat has a tumblr, something like 14 Facebook fan pages with thousands of fans, and has set off a Photoshop frenzy.

In your fine Friday media column: the White House press office bitches about petty things, Bloomberg View and Grantland reveal their rosters, the WSJ gets a new money editor, and the media's Royal Wedding conundrum is unsolvable.

Neither Father Dowling, Matlock, Jessica Fletcher, or any other geriatric detective could figure out just who died last night on the Real Montauk Monsters of New York. Was it Sonja who got thrown from a horse? Was it Ramona who committed social suicide? Was it Kelly who buried her head in the sand and suffocated? Who knows?

Fox News chief Roger Ailes and his wife Elizabeth must get spooked a lot in their weekend home in rural Putnam Valley, N.Y., because they call 911 a lot. During one 30-day period last summer, police cars were dispatched to their address six times.

Remember the sex tape that Democratic pariah John Edwards made with the mother of his illegitimate child, the delightful Rielle Hunter? Hunter is still suing Edwards confidante-turned-enemy Andrew Young for possession of the tape. Edwards has already offered some testimony, and now the judge wants more. Gross.

81-year-old Yorkie-crazed gossip columnist Cindy Adams is so bewildered by technology, she devoted a column to perplexing contraptions like cellphones, doorbells, and windows.

Elmer McGuirt entered a Tampa-area Wachovia branch yesterday afternoon with a threatening note, and walked out with a bag of the bank's money.

Carl's Jr., the California-based fast food chain known for its provocative ads, is in the midst of rolling out a new promotional campaign. The crux of it: "Ugly [models] don't sell burgers." But Olivia Munn in a skimpy bikini—and straddling a Sea-Doo—apparently does.

Today was all about Diana. Or you'd be forgiven for inferring as much, seeing as this media covering her son's nuptials couldn't stop dropping her name. See for yourself. [Jezebel]

Today's bittersweet final launch of the space shuttle Endeavor has been delayed at least 48 hours over a "heater failure." Those 700,000 tailgaters are going to be unbelievably wasted by Sunday.

Washington D.C. will be in full "why the country hates us" mode this weekend, as reporters and pundits gather to mingle inappropriately with the politicians and operatives they cover at tomorrow's annual White House Correspondents Dinner. The black-tie affair seems to attract more Hollywood celebrities with each passing year, usually in the form of guests for major D.C. publications. And who has the Washington Post, our capital's mightiest fishwrapper, invited this year? America's cartoon slime monster, Donald Trump.

On last night's episode of American Dung Rodeo, yet another kid was executed for our grim enjoyment. Was it who we expected? No, no it was not! It was, truly, something of a shock.

The massive hack attack that hit Sony's PlayStation Network has a bunch of gamers freaking out. For good reason! The latest scuttlebutt is that hackers are trying to sell a database of 2.2 million PlayStation owners' credit cards on underground forums.

Last year, The New Yorker's Jane Mayer wrote a long story on what a bunch of shits (paraphrasing) the conservative cartoonish evil billionaire Koch Brothers are. This led to much protesting from the Kochs' paid minions, and a months-long campaign to try to smear Mayer in the press.