Just because Heath Ledger was a favorite to claim this year's Best Supporting Actor Oscar since before The Dark Knight even opened, that doesn't mean he can't use a gentle, posthumous awards-season studio nudge.

The Times listed off some of the perks of working on Michael Bloomberg's campaign today, one of which is the opportunity to "hopscotch around the world on two Falcon 900 private jets, where wine and sushi are served." Here's one of the planes where the mayor nibbles on spicy tuna rolls and sips Château Margaux. After the jump: Air Bloomberg on the tarmac in the Bahamas two days after Christmas.

Last night's Office actually declines, despite Super Bowl boost. [THR]

Oh lord oh lord, the trend pieces about Facebook's '25 random things' lists are spreading even faster than the freaking lists themselves. They are the kudzu of the media world! Yesterday was only the beginning:

We know he survived the US Airways crash and plays a mean banjo, but is Steve Martin ever going to cease pulling career-surprises out of his magic hat? On second thought, never mind. [Yahoo News]

Kellogg dumped merman Michael Phelps after finding out he smokes weed, even though everyone knows Frosted Flakes are so good, toasted. Now it looks like Subway—also great toasted!—is making the same mistake. [Update: Subway statement.]

["Wrestler" star Mickey Rourke gets treated like it's the 80's all over again as a French fan flashes her cans at him. This is the before. NSFW after pic is inside; image via Splash]

John Thain recently got into a bit of trouble for aiding the collapse of global capitalism. But he survived this scandal from his MIT says, so surely he'll weather this storm. The college thing?

· Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman will star in "fertility-themed comedy" The Baster. After Marley & Me and HJNTIY, we honestly don't think we'll be able to survive the press tour on this one. [Variety]

Every year someone starts moaning about the Academy Award voting procedures, saying they're unfair. This year it's the Wall Street Journal. They imagine a terrible alternate past in which Ishtar wins Best Picture.

It's been nearly a month since it was reported that Tinsley Mortimer and her husband, Topper, were divorcing. And Tinsley is still missing in action! She skipped the screening of Our City Dreams this week, which was surprising considering it was sponsored by Dior Beauty. (Tinsley, of course, is a Dior Beauty Ambassador). She hasn't been photographed once in 2009; in fact, it's been 52 days since a photo of her has popped up on PatrickMcMullan.com. But she should know that she's very much missed. Indeed one fan of the blonde socialite who commented earlier seems downright despondent about her absence from the social scene:

Matthew Freud—Sigmund's great grandson—is a London PR big shot who married Elisabeth Murdoch, Rupert's daughter. A memo floating around today about his New York office has people asking: What does it mean?

Someday, Fergie and Josh Duhamel may have an inquisitive, precocious child who asks, "What was your wedding night like? How was the sex?" And Fergie will answer, "Why tell you when we can show you?"

The Fairness Doctrine is not coming back, except as a boogieman spectre for Republicans to get riled up about and tone-deaf Dems to occasionally mention to give those Republicans material.

As if on cue, Christian Bale has surfaced with tail tucked neatly between legs to apologize for the rant that has kept bloggers, Access Hollywood reporters, and talk show hosts knee-deep in material for days.

Recognize these spotlight-loving criminal defense attorneys? Their identities (and some of their more notable clients) after the jump.

Those fratty nerds at CollegeHumor celebrated the launch of their new MTV television show last night, in the lobby of their big boss Barry Diller's IAC building in Chelsea. Here are some photos.

There's been a lot of ink spilled (and swords crossed) over the Sundance hit Push: Based on a Novel By Sapphire. Here, though, is some actual footage—and it's of Mariah Carey's surprisingly capable performance.

2/5 — PUFF DADDY going through the motions on an elliptical at Equinox West Hollywood. His bodyguard actually approached my friend and said, "Sean would like your number." She didn't give it to him, but she did confess that his I Am King commercial makes her laugh her ass off every time she sees it. Grown men riding jet skis in white tuxedos is totally her brand of humor. [Hollywood PrivacyWatch is written by and for Defamer readers; send your sightings to tips@defamer.com.]

Just as you knew would happen, those innocent Christian "EX-MASTURBATOR" and "EX-HOMOSEXUAL" t-shirts have spawned knockoffs. Liberals and their "memes" are so predictable: