Aug. 13 @ 1pm I saw Andre Leon Talley eating lunch at Benoit. He was with some young women who looked like they could have been summer interns having a farewell lunch. [Submit your own Gawker Stalker sightings to stalker@gawker.com]

It typically takes the star of a reality TV show a couple of months to go from (minor) fame to infamy. But it looks like Sebastian Oppenheim of NYC Prep really is the precocious brat he made himself out to be on the show! Because it's only been two days since the Bravo series ended and he's already dressing up as a Nazi. [NYM/Daily Intel]

While we're pretty sure that Lady Gaga isn't a hermaphrodite, we're still not entirely convinced. Let's go digging through her cover shoot for the new issue of Out looking for the nubbin, shall we?

Frank Bruni is leaving the New York Times restaurant beat, but he's moving on to something even bigger: the Frank Bruni® beat. He's his own brand now! Brand You® is the NYT's highest reward. A list, we've made!

Ever clicked on some high-ranked Google result, only to land on a useless page of links, obviously created by spam software? Infuriating. Well, prepare to be maddened further; the Associated Press, avowed hater of the internet, will spam Google too.

Les Paul literally made possible all the music you love, and he died today.

Anderson Cooper worked out earlier this afternoon at the flashy new David Barton Gym on Astor Place. Things headed downhill, however, when he walked out of the gym with a guy who appeared to be his trainer. You can view Andy's rainy day ordeal, in four acts, by clicking on the photo above.

Family Guycreator Seth MacFarlane finally acknowledged Stewie Griffin is gay. That's kind of like saying a certain grey-haired CNN anchor has a thing for boys. Since MacFarlane is outing toons, these other targets had better close their Manhunt accounts.

The New York Times' hottest trends of the week: Pot bellies, spray tans, and cheating. Tom Jones is doing just fine.

Martha Stewart is a walking vortex of chaos and destruction, and we know this because we read her Twitter. The latest "accident:" A car simply burst into flames, right there outside her gates.

LaToya wants to dance with stars. Jermaine wants a tribute concert. Now, mom Katherine wants them all to reunite for a touring extravaganza of mourning. So, how much is each Jackson worth?

Bernie Madoff had an affair, allegedly! With one of his victims! Who now hates him! And is writing a book!

These are uncertain times for Condé Nast. McKinsey consultants are now scouring company budgets looking for fat to trim. And staffers are now getting acclimated to a world in which they're expected to subsist on room temperature Poland Spring, not chilled Fiji water or sparkling citrus beverages in round little bottles. It hasn't been a walk in the park for Condé Nast chairman Si Newhouse, of course. Over the past year, he's probably seen several billion dollars of his net worth evaporate. And his private foundation—a vehicle he's used over the years to shower hundreds of millions of dollars on art institutions, hospitals, libraries, and his alma mater, Syracuse University—hasn't been immune either.

Barack Obama is fed up with the crazy stuff people are saying about health care on the internet, so he's decided to unleash the power of viral e-mail and put everything straight with a highly forwardable fact-check.

Amy Sohn's new book sure does have some some hot dish: Sean Penn's bad in bed, Robert Downey Jr. cheats, and Kate Hudson is an evil bitch... in her mind. The celebs don't care, but the New York Post does!

Today in New Jersey news: Jersey man sentenced for bat attack on mayor. Oh, Jersey.

It's now scientifically proven: 40 percent of Twitter is "pointless babble," and the rest is mainly replies to pointless babble, and spam. But there are a few very interesting tweeters; they scare the hell out of celebrities like William Shatner.

Somali pirates are dramatic to a point, but they lack that spy-novelesque element of international (supernatural?) intrigue. Luckily, there may be unknown pirate forces lurking in the seas off Europe—they've already grabbed one ship carrying...secrets???

So much for Donald Trump's plan to swoop down and retake control of his old Atlantic City casino empire, which went bankrupt for a third time a few months ago. Investors who are out $1.25 billion—and who stand to gain nothing from Trump's bid to buy back the company—are calling Trump's plan "a brazen insider deal," have asked a judge to conduct a full investigation, and have submitted their own proposal to take back control of the company. [AP]

Who're you gonna believe, me or your lying obligate paternal allele? John Edwards once said it's "not possible" that he's the father of Rielle Hunter's daughter, but the National Enquirer reports a DNA test has proven he's indeed the father.