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Showtime's Secret Diary of a Call Girl was based on a series of bestselling books by anonymous prostitute Belle de Jour. How hot is this? Turns out she's a well-regarded British scientist, Dr. Brooke Magnanti. She came out last night.

Sarah Palin writing a book was asking for trouble. Here it is. McCain campaign emails have leaked, and they're completely damning to the validity of the book's narrative. Involved: the "whack" Saturday Night Live, radio pranks, and McCain's campaign manager.

So, here at SNL Digest, we're trying to have a hopeful, kind conversation about a show—and a tradition—we hold dear, the slope of its decline regardless. But last night's January Jones episode? One word: disaster. How disaster-y?

If love is a battlefield, and weddings are your infantry missions, Phyllis Nefler is Sherman, burning up the NYT's Weddings & Celebrations. Well, she just earned her Downfall meme: we've found our first weddings trend. OOH-RAH, Matrimony Marines.

Today's Sunday Matinee is 1995's hit Empire Records. The movie stars such familar names as Debi Mazar (Entourage), Renee Zellweger (famous pinched-face actress), Liv Tyler (Steven Tyler's daughter), and Ethan Embry (Can't Hardly Wait).

Dude waits 12 hours in rain so girlfriend can buy H&M Jimmy Choos. Related: Sissyphus.

Heath Care Industry Rule Number Four Thousand and Eighty: DC lobbyists are shady. And exactly how shady are the lobbyists of Washington DC who worked both sides of the health care debate? They ghostwrote speeches for politicians lining their pockets.

The first thing in this morning's Gawker Weekend inbox: People Talking on Bananas. Sigh.

Paris is back, bitches. Art Garfunkel: kind of a bitch. Ann Landers went to Scores with JFK Jr. Diane von Furstenburg's been drinking Pimp Juice. Sammy Sosa: white. Metal weddings: black. Michael Moore: fat. Presenting your Sunday Morning Gossip Roundup!

Another fun day rounds up at 10PM. Andrew Sullivan thugged out, everyone douche'd out, Julia Allison art'd out, Bernie Madoff sold out (literally), and everyone on Twitter is dead. Including, now, me. Great. Here's your open thread: SNL and stuff!

I know, I know. GOD, Julia Allison, when will you stop posting about her, she totally sucks, etc, etc. Well, stuff this in your empty comment box and smoke it: Julia Allison, doing performance art, about art. I'm serious.

Bernie Madoff, the most successful fraudster in US financial history, is in jail. Everything he once owned went on the auction block today. Hunter Walker was there to watch people purchase souvenirs of the American financial collapse.

Watch Louis C.K. talk about his embarrassing encounter with a hipster at a "cool" coffee shop. This clip comes from Louis' HBO special, Shameless, which was filmed at L.A's Henry Fonda Theater and aired in 2007.

Our favorite gay, British, libertarian-conservative High Ganja Priest of Political Commentary, The Atlantic's marathon Daily Dish blogger (and lovah) Andrew Sullivan, is calling out Sarah Palin. For what, this time? For reading his blog, son. SHOTS FIRED. This shit's gangsta:

Damn, New York Post. You rocked it with today's headline, which gets placed in the epic "STAB BABY" headline file. But why so serious? Who're they talking about? Pinch Sulzberger? Col Allen? Jon Gosselin? Make guesses, place your bets! Ready?

Levi Johnston is coming. Not to dinner with Sarah Palin, but to the pages of Playgirl. The pictures have now been taken, and a detail-laden missive from the Dr. Frankenstein of Playgirl, Daniel Nardicio, has been whipped out for us.

Art Nerds with Computers fight. About what? The Whitney Museum's new website either sucks or really sucks, says New Museum's web designer. Also, the New York Public Library lion looks like the MGM Grand lion. And sucks. Me-yow. [AFC]

The problem when discerning truth from fiction in the essential matter that's Lindsay Lohan's wellness is: all parties involved are fame-hungry. When estranged Michael Lohan wants to help his daughter, it almost elicits empathy. Almost. Except it just got scary.

If the New York Times' The Moment blog and its Twitter feed "hear" that Moz is dead, does it actually happen? Former Idolator editor Maura Johnston writes: "This inspired a lot of panicked e-mails to me late last night." Why?