Lately, we've found that if we don't check in with leading fauxteur Michael Bay's infrequently updated web presence on a daily basis, we sleep fitfully (if at all), so tormented are we by thoughts that we've somehow missed out on important developments in the Bayniverse during our distressing periods of neglect. Our late afternoon visit uncovered news both good and bad; on the positive side, we've now been officially introduced to Bonecrusher Bay, the director's new mastiff, but this happy news is balanced by the troubling revelation that some total dickwad online predator has gotten all up in the director's MySpace: