A couple of weeks after turtles managed to disrupt flights at JFK for more than an hour and a half comes more bad news for the city's biggest airport: According to a new poll of 6,200 travelers, JFK is the third-worst airport to sleep in. If you live in NYC and thus have no reason to ever sleep at JFK, be thankful. If you do live here and you're traveling to Moscow (No. 2) and Paris (No. 1), be sure to leave yourself enough time between connecting flights. [NYDN]

Ohh look! Here's a really fun poppy cover of the Talking Heads' This Must Be the Place, by Miles Fisher. The video is an American Psycho homage. The "best" part? Heiress/area dope Lydia Hearst is in it, having sexy threesomes!!

Finally there will be one film to definitively separate stunted adolescent douchebags from regular people (besides Boondock Saints): Atlas Shrugged! Ayn Rand's million-page epic tale of monologuing in a ravine is going to be a movie.

There are so many great things about Don Draper, but let's just choose one: his product pitches are so evocative. His vision and lyrical description imbues every product not only with a sense of luxury but a sense of necessity.

Condé Nast editors used to be too fancy to bother with the grubby Web; they dumped all their content onto online junkyards. Greed and petty jealousy, though, have turned them into true believers, and they want their "websites" now, please.

Aaron Bruns, the ex-Fox News producer who pleaded guilty to possessing child pornography, was sentenced to 10 years in prison today by a federal judge. That's 10 more years than an NPR producer got last week for the same crime.

In your drenched Tuesday media column: Rupert Murdoch's son is directly implicated in the News Corp. UK phone-hacking scandal, the WSJ tells you how to get rich on NYT Co. bonds, The Wanted is unwanted, and more.

Grab a tissue. The Wall Street Journal reports this afternoon that Stephen Baldwin and his wife filed for bankruptcy protection today, listing more than a million dollars in unpaid federal and state taxes. In totally unrelated C-list celebrity news, the Miami Dolphins announced today that Marc Anthony is now a part-owner of the team. Would it be too much to ask if Marc could hook Stephen up with a job at the concessions stand? [WSJ, NYP]

Fox & Friends! Hunh. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. But still we press on with the deconstructing of it! Today: Brian Kilmeade, a cake left out in the rain, talks about his totes hetero crush on Bono.

In The Last International Playboy, an indie film that came out last month, Lydia Hearst can be seen in getting it on with a guy and a girl in the opening scene. But because that was last month and this is this month, she's back with new footage of her engaging in a threesome. This time it's an American Psycho-inspired music video for Miles Fisher's cover of the Talking Heads song, "This Must Be The Place." (Huh?) But we can't help but be a little disappointed. After all, we were just beginning to take her seriously. [YouTube via Gawker]

Just after announcing it would bring in McKinsey & Co. for some horrific cost-cutting, Conde Nast has released its official projections for its crucial September ad sales. We knew the numbers would be bad; they lived up to expectations.

Uma Thurman, Nicolas Cage and Tyler Perry are all things that won't win them automatic scorn. This is progress. Also, Martin Sheen may get the chance to be in charge of freedom again. Finally.

As lazy August gnaws at our edges, we can start expecting at least one thing: Autumn Oscar-candidate trailers. We've got two for you today! There's the much-ballyhooed An Education, a stuffy British trifle, and Amelia, a string-tugging biopic.

Stockholm's gay pride organizers have created an application to analyze your Twitter and score how gay you are. As a useful tool, it's more than a little silly. As a piece of marketing, though, it's brilliant.

Robin Katz is a "sexy 25-year-old financial planner working at Chase's Midtown headquarters," according to the New York Post, who allegedly ripped off a client to the tune of $110,000 so she could spend it "shopping" and "going out."

Disappointingly for sex-on-Youtube purists, the fake banned Sprite blow job ad that shook the world to its very (sexy) core yesterday is not the first time that exploding carbonation has been used as a male orgasm metaphor.

"What do you mean by an individual requirement?" Michael Steele asked.

["Twilight" hunkeroo Bobby Patentleather about to film a bloody scene for "Remember Me" in New York; image via Bauer-Griffin]

• Janice Min isn't renewing her contract as editor-in-chief of Jann Wenner's Us Weekly. Her No. 2, Michael Steele, will become acting editor in chief. [NYT]
• Condé Nast announced yesterday that it had retained the management consulting firm McKinsey to "develop new perspectives." They sure have their work cut out for them. Condé revealed today that its monthly mags witnessed a 37 percent drop in advertising in September. [Gawker, AdAge, NYO]
• More pain at Condé may be on the way: "Significant cost cuts, including more layoffs and the closing of more magazines" are coming, says Keith Kelly. [NYP]
• Yet more Condé news: The company is closing down Men.Style.com so it can focus on the soon-to-be relaunched websites of GQ and Details. [AdAge]
• The Boston Globe's largest union voted yesterday to approve the new contract that had been proposed by the New York Times Co. [NYT, E&P]
• This can't be a good sign about the state of affairs at CNN: Time Warner Cable is moving it from channel 10 to 78 and replacing it with FX. [MCN]

Yes, there are audio recordings of Italian PM Silvio Berlusconi with prostitutes, and yes he asks one to participate in a three-way, but the most amusing fact here is that Berlusconi named one of his beds after Vladimir Putin: