This is a classic: a police officer confiscates some pot, bakes it into some brownies with his wife, "overdoses" and dials 911.

Blogger behind "Kenneth in the (212)," is a NYT News Service union-busting/layoff victim, "strangely unbitter."

A boatload of Bernie and Ruth Madoff's personal possessions go up for auction tomorrow. And the competition is expected to be fierce. According to the company handling the proceedings, 1,100 people have already registered to submit bids online. (Each had to hand over a $1,000 refundable deposit in order to participate.) And contrary to what you might have expected, Bernie's satin Mets jacket probably won't fetch the most money tomorrow.

Today in "what on earth is Sarah Palin talking about": is John McCain responsible for all those legal debts she accrued that forced her to stop governing Alaska and instead write a steamy political romance-thriller?

On November 11th, Gawker's cousin Fleshbot (link NSFW) hosted the first annual Fleshbot Awards at The Box in downtown NYC. To award all things sexy the night had to be exactly that. And it was.

This 1945 pamphlet on the "Future of Television" is awesome. But who would have thought we'd be having the same tired discussion 65 years later? The table of contents is a template for every contemporary new media debate:

In your flippant Friday media column: everyone's very excited about Time's "Person of the Year," as always, Playboy may be sold, fashion magazines stay positive, and CNN decides to waste less money.

Sing along with us: Open the door / get on the floor / everybody walk the dinosaur

California Attorney General Jerry Brown's communications director illegally recorded Brown's conversations with reporters, an act that made the conversations themselves subject to California's public records law. The L.A. Times and other papers published them, which makes one reporter very uncomfortable.

Project Runway is all about vision and delusion. The vision to send a chic New Yorker to rural locations. The delusion to put him in an apron. The vision to have a suspenseful finale. The delusion that we care.

Bombing the moon worked! NASA found water! Now we must blow it up entirely to see if there is life.

It has been noted that all political careers end in failure. So too must all show biz careers end in bombs. A shame AMC can't just quit while they're ahead, but then, that wouldn't be show biz.

Paul Janka! He's still stalking women and all their various "holes." A friendly tipster has been kind enough to share with us her recent encounter with America's skeeziest, most overaggressive pickup "artist." Get waxed, baby. This is gonna hurt.

The gigantic new Apple store on the Upper West Side will open its doors to the public at 10am tomorrow morning, so if you happen to be in the area and you see a line of people stretching down Broadway, you'll know what they're all there for (as well as how far some people will go for a free Apple t-shirt).

And we all thought that the morning news team with the wackiest antics was over at NBC. Clips like these are the real reasons to wake up in the morning.

For the second time this week, News Corp. has promised to yank its content from Google, this time within "months." The conglomerate said loudly that search is profitless. But maybe that's just its way of making search hugely profitable.

On November 13, 1980 Gabriella Brum won the Miss World Pageant. The next day she resigned.

Barack Obama's decision to think really hard about what to do in Afghanistan has been praised by most people who aren't Dick Cheney. Peggy Noonan tackles it in today's column, and by "it" we mean JFK and 50-year-old TV shows.

Click to viewThis season, 30 Rock, the only show we watch on NBC, has been taking constant swipes at the network with insider jokes. We are here to decode them for you. Last night, they predict the downfall of the peacock!

You knew that Mike Bloomberg went to extraordinary lengths to get himself elected to a third term, spending close to $100 million to blanket the local airwaves with commercials and stick flyers in the mailbox of every New Yorker. It turns out his campaigning extended far, far beyond New York as well: