In your enraging Wednesday media column: the world's worst writer strikes again, Penthouse wants to buy Playboy, Forbes' future is in unpaid blog slave labor, and Piers Morgan is all set to take Larry King's job.

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The producers of Puppetry of the Penis, the Australian show that re-opened off-Broadway last night, want a new bartender: Andrew Lawrance, the Aussie cop who might get fired after opening a beer bottle with his penis piercing.

So that alleged Russian spy who worked as a Microsoft software tester for nine months had a Facebook profile, which you can see after the jump. How did people not catch on to this guy? The clues were all there.

In an attempt to refuel a plane in the air, a hose comes loose and mid air hilarity happens!

The Village Voice's Rosie Gray thinks our recent harping on American Apparel's misdeeds is "getting old." She's not alone! Often we hear complaints that one story or another is just too much. Allow us to explain why we write stuff.

After catching Al Rocker taking a peek at her chest, Meredith Vieira proudly recites the classic Seinfeld line, confirming that her boobs are real, but the spectacular part is still up for debate.

Al Gore's favorability (some people still monitor this!) has hit its lowest rating in more than a decade, following revelations about him diddlin' that masseuse. We can now safely assume that man-made climate change does not exist. [via]

Here's a trailer for It's Kind of a Funny Story, a dark indie comedy about Keir Gilchrist from United States of Tara McMurphying his way through a mental health ward.

Mad Men creator Matthew Weiner tells Fox News (of all places) that Barack Obama sent him a letter telling him how much he enjoyed season three. Now we know Obama won't be spending summer Sundays working on that oil spill!

Hollywood's elite are doing such a good job at curing all of the world's problems that there is no room for the boys of ladder 62 to get involved. They need to stop being so selfish.

Oh god, Democrats are infighting again. Nancy Pelosi hates White House secretary Robert Gibbs! Most other House Democrats hate Robert Gibbs! Robert Gibbs probably hates someone too! Time to get these kids in a room and "clear the air."

[Fashion police are summoned to the scene of M.I.A.'s crime: sweat socks under metallic gold sandals, slashed denim, tie-dye, reflective sunglasses, and son Ikhyd in her arms. Will no one think of the children? Image via WENN.]

This week on America's Got Talent the best 48 were chosen and sent to Hollywood. One of these acts was Air-pocalypse, an 80's hair metal style air-band. And by air-band I mean like air guitar. Really Sharon?

Here goes Whoopi Goldberg getting mad at bloggers for getting mad at her for defending crazy Cujo racist Mel Gibson. She makes some nuanced point about racism or whatever, but really the whole point is: Whoopi Goldberg knows celebrities!

It's summer! Everyone is having barbecues, weddings, and other soundtrack-mandatory gatherings. When you reach into your iTunes library to cue up a get-the-party-started tune, don't you dare pull up one of these jams, or we just might kill you.

On last night's episode, Louis CK gets picked up at a bar by a sexy young woman. Inexplicably, she is only attracted to Louis because of how old he is and not his deadpan comedy.

As we bemoan advertising's ongoing death of euphemism, we must also ask ourselves which is worse: an ad which coarsely references vagina-shaving; or today's ad, which pretends to reference vagina-shaving, then pulls a switcheroo? Pander to us better, please. [Adfreak]

We were too busy getting over this weekend's sunburn to watch The City last night. Good thing fictional freelancer Betsey Morgenstern was there for the season finale. The fate of Whitney and Olivia's souls hang in the balance.

Last night's season finale of The City faced the unenviable task of following The Hills. Solution? Just make everyone as unhappy as possible and let the dramatic "cliffhanger" carry over to the next season.