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OH MY GRAVY! This episode! So many twists and turns, it made my head spin. Malaysia was kind to one team while ruining another. There were lots of pretty colors, between (MORE) coconuts, flags, incense and some chill Malaysian gurus.

Neil Alpert, who three years ago was fined by the District of Columbia for blowing a bunch of money originally meant for youth programs, has taken a new job as a fundraiser for the RNC. He'll fit right in. [WaPo]

Those wily pirates are at it again, this time grabbing a South Korean super tanker loaded with Iraqi oil bound for the US. Double steal.

Easter Sunday came and went without the Pope so much as mentioning the biggest scandal to hit the Catholic Church in recent memory. Instead, the dean of the College of Cardinals lashed out at everyone who dares question Benedict.

Rampaging "gangbangers," apparently inspired by the New York International Auto Show, wreaked havoc on businesses, bystanders, and each other yesterday during "Gang Initiation Day." A newsstand employee summed it up: "There's a lot of crazy people over here." [NYP]

With the census due, conservatives worry that months of stoking fear among their constituents may come back to bite them in the ass, because a low turn out could mean a loss of Republican seats in Congress. Brilliant move, guys.

Mike Turber claims to hold the world record for flinging stacks of quarters off your elbow and catching them. Yesterday, he tried for a new record. After he carefully balanced 70 quarters on his elbow and prepared to catch them...

People have used math to determine that Lexington Ave. at 60th St. is the best place to catch a cab in Manhattan. Check out the sweet taxi "heat maps" from the New York Times and never walk anywhere again. [FlowingData]

No we know how Steve Jobs really feels about Fake Steve Jobs, AKA Newsweek Tech Columnist Dan Lyons: Not a fan. Lyons told Reliable Sources today that Apple pressured Newsweek not to hire Lyons because of his Fake Steve Jobs.

Rumor-debunking website Snopes.com is one of the greatest websites on the Internet. But sad Snopes founders David and Barbara Mikkelson realize their quest is a Sisyphean one. Even in fact's domain, gossip reigns supreme.

Elderly filmic artist Woody Allen takes his wife Soon-Yi Previn on a walk through Rome's Villa Borghese Park.

The NCAA basketball thing continues to happen, but Gawker weddings scribe Phyllis Nefler has assembled her own single-elimination tourney: It's couple vs. couple as advanced degrees clash with cool employment in our first ever APRIL WEDDING ANXIETY. Who will win!?

An NOAA weather satellite captured dust rising from the ground in Baja California at around 3:30 p.m., presumably kickued up by this afternoon's 7.2 magnitude earthquake. Click through for a time-lapse animation.

Last week's episode of Breaking Bad was like the rush hour L-Train. Waaay too crowded at the rear. While watching Walt freak out on a cop was fun, the show waited until the last ten minutes for jaw dropping moments.

A magnitude 7.2 earthquake hit southern California and northern Mexico at 3:30 this afternoon, local time. The quake's epicenter was 108 miles east of Tijuana in Baja California. The quake was felt throughout the LA area, and there have been scattered reports of damages. [NYT]

Not only did he return to the internet today, Ben Bluett-Mills—Peaches Geldof pornographer and Reddit commenter of infamy—joined the Gawker commentariat and wrote us two emails. One was about youthful folly. The other was about his penis.

Rapper Lil' Wayne might be the most tweeted-about prison blogger right now. But he's not the first. How does Wayne stack up against history's immortal prison writers?

Tiger Woods was looking at the correct end of a golf club today, on a practice round for the US Masters at Augusta, for the first time since he was outed as a serial cheat. The media circus went along.

Stuff White People Like ur-text The Official Preppy Handbook—that three-decade-old pioneer of insufferably addictive self-loving/self-loathing literature—is getting a follow-up. People named Chip and Hopsy are delighted. (True story, real names.) [NYT]