A North Carolina judge ordered Andrew Young, the former Edwards aide that wrote about the tape the Senator made with Rielle Hunter, to turn the tape over. He has to do it with a platoon of storm troopers too.

I guess several yoga mats could be combined into some sort of...nah, no idea. We've contacted the yoga studio for comment. Donate now, you selfish bastard. [via James Fallows] UPDATE: A nice lady from the yoga studio explains, below.

According to a newly released survey, Republican politicians dominate the congressional Twitter-verse. Meanwhile, Barack Obama just sent his first "Tweet" last month. Twitter Gap!

Today on Rachael Ray we see how much producers are paying attention...or not. In the middle of giving tips, the Makeup Artist name-drops Angelina Jolie and curses all in the same breath.

Today we saw yet another example of integrated viral sponsorship on The View courtesy of Stacy's Pita Chips. Their message? Stacy's chips are equal to or greater than alcohol at a party. They are wrong. And so is this video.

If you don't know who Stephin Merritt is, please get acquainted. This documentary follows Merritt, one of the most brilliant songwriters of the past generation, and looks at a side of him his fans have never seen before.

Here we were expecting to hear a tawdry tale about coked-up key parties at the governor's mansion in Albany. But now word has it the much buzzed-about David Paterson scandal may not be quite as juicy as some have been suggesting, says Gabriel Sherman: "According to a source close to the Paterson camp who is familiar with the scope of the Times' reporting, the Times piece will be an in-depth profile of the governor focused on his personal character. There are likely to be new details about his marital infidelities, but the source added that it's not going to be the bombshell the blogs have predicted. "The piece is PG-13, not XXX.'" [NYM]

Maureen Dowd's column yesterday was a predictably amusing interview with would-be Senator Harold Ford. The funniest line was his bizarre assertion that Eleanor Roosevelt opposed Bobby Kennedy's Senate run from beyond the grave.

The Oscars are on a campaign to ruin the psyche's of America's children. How? By nominating seriously scary movies for the Gee Willickers Awesome Cartoon Trophy. Beware what you're doing to your kids by taking them to see these.

Foodies and techies alike can get behind this tasty-looking lunch. The iSandwich 4G may be the nerdiest and best-tasting sandwich out there. But in order to taste it, you're going to have to learn how to make it first.

After the Super Bowl was over, CBS premiered Undercover Boss, a role-reversal "reality" show where a big-wig performs entry-level tasks. Larry O'Donell, COO of a Waste Management Company, performed some nasty jobs, and many (faux) lessons were learned.

The fourth season of HBO's sweeping melodrama was brought down to Earth a bit this week, even though the beginning of the episode seemed like an overstuffed Robert Altman movie.

Someone collected every slap, hit, and punch-buggy from all of this year's Super Bowl ads and mashed them up into one, glorious, violent 30-second video. Watch and cringe.

Big news for fans of Kansho Tagai, a.k.a. Mr. Happiness, Japan's most famous 49 year-old rappin' Buddhist monk: He's ready to move into a new medium—"mixing Buddhist chants with tap-dancing." Is the Buddhist hip hop audience ready? [Reuters]

Following in the footsteps of previous NBC anchors, Hoda Kotb gave us a sloppy report of her Super Bowl trip. Kathie Lee, back in New York, sober—and probably jealous—decided to let us in on how Hoda hasn't slept yet.

The Indianapolis Colts were favored to win yesterdays Super Bowl everywhere from Vegas to the White House. But one woman wasn't buying it: Lisa Johnson has enough experience with voodoo to know that the Saints were unbeatable.

Guns are never the answer—tanks are. In this Australian commercial, some gentlemanly blokes supersize skeet shooting using enormous discs, replacing the usual firearm with a tank, because explosions make everything better. Someone call the Olympic Committee....

Now that the economy has rebounded—for people who make their living on Wall Street, at least!—and big bonuses have returned, how are residents of fancy schmancy Greenwich faring? Life is "slowly returning to normal," apparently. "The Greenwich version of normal, anyway," which means people are once again turning up to the local Ferrari dealership:

Italian-American stereotype found next to Italian American Museum.

Two announcers are breaking down the upcoming fútbol match between Gremio and São Luiz, (go Fightin' Rubros!) and one of the announcers goes down like a sack of potatoes. Why? The 39º Celsius (102º F) temperature may clue you in.