Ryan Nielmiller is an interesting comic, in that, he has no hands. That doesn't stop him though, Ryan might not be able to throw a ball but he sure can pitch a good joke.

OK! We tried the live-blog thing last night; didn't work out so well. But you obviously all want to chat about Shaun White's fancy tricks and Lindsey Vonn's bum knee and stuff. Do it here! Tonight: Snowboarding, downhill skiing, speedskating.

Jim Cantore was muzzled by his corporate overlords; Martha Stewart was kept quiet by Neil Cavuto; and Ezra Klein was hushed in Yiddish. The Twitterati were hushed in only the most interesting ways.

The New York Times's bizarre idea to perhaps double the price of its electronic edition for Apple's iPad — to $30 per month — is just the latest chapter in a long internal fight over pricing versions of Times Reader.

What's worth watching live tonight and what should you record on your DVR for later? We've got the answers here. What will you be tuning into tonight? Let us know in the comments.

Dr. Oz knows a thing or two about ladyjunk. In today's segment on all things vaginal, he dropped the tip that cotton underpants are better than synthetic, and that sleeping nude—so your business can breathe—is the healthiest option.

[At least Snowpocalypse '10 taught us one thing: which D.C. newspaper is worth a few minutes of shoveling snow. Image via Why I Hate D.C.]

Guess what we have for you this evening? Comments! Oh blessed blog comments. Two, in fact. Two comments that make ya laugh and make ya think and make ya wish the work day was over so the internet could disappear.

Coleman went on The Insider to answer questions about his alleged domestic abuse charges, and all he got were pesky questions about those charges! He can't take the heat, and storms off the set. Seriously, don't call him a waffler.

South Carolina Representative Mike Pitts has introduced legislation that would ban money, for being unconstitutional.

During NBC's coverage of men's figure skating, the network ran a package about Russian favorite/destroyer of worlds Evgeni Plushenko. Plushenko (and Russia) were painted as a bleak, yet brooding force with threatening music and low-angle shots of the Kremlin. Why?

In the cutthroat world of Poetry there can only be one winner (each day). And today Jim Behrle has selected Kimberly Castro's effort because it's as inscrutable to people who watch Lost as those who don't. Congratulations!

"Every cigarette you smoke can take years off your life," says this ghostly new anti-smoking ad. Technically that's a lie. But if it were true, smoking would be awful! More so. Click through to watch this counterproductive tricknology. [via Adfreak]

The New York Post may think Mort Zuckerman would make the swell Senate candidate, but Post media columnist Keith Kelly is still reporting on how the stingy Daily News publisher is eliminating 401(k) matching and slashing executive salaries.

Watch Ricky Gervais' new show before it premieres, The Tonight Show staff is dropping like flies, Snooki's trademarking her name, Paula Deen may appear on American Idol, Sarah Silverman gets a soundtrack and more.

The Olympics just keep getting better! (Right, Dash?) There's news today that Venusian Spaceship Admiral/figure skater Johnny Weir wants to write a figure skating tell-all. "I've got so much dirt that I need to get out of me." Titillating.

Last summer, the Washington Post delved into the murder of Robert Wone, an ambitious D.C. lawyer who was allegedly killed by three well-to-do gay friends in a polyamourous sadomasochistic relationship. Something called the "EROSTEK ET302R electrical shockwave generator" was involved.

The power gays are always trying to whitewash the gay world to convince mainstream culture we're "normal." What they really need is a poster boy like Marc Jacobs. He is attractive, successful, talented, and gayer than a lube-stained bathhouse.

Tiger Woods is holding a press conference Friday afternoon. He's going to apologize, but it's probably more of an announcement of his return to golf and less of a confessional about all the Hooters waitresses he boned. [Image via Getty]

The Way We Live Now: Unregulated. No man, god, country or law shall hold us back from our vast material ambitions! What matters is not that no one has any money; what matters is that our malevolent dreams remain unrestrained!