Okay, everyone has a loud drunk moment now and then — I just returned from a week entirely made of loud drunk moments. But not everyone is a Napster co-founder and Facebook's founding president. So here's a Sean Parker sighting, sent by a reader last weekend (all sics apply):

We're trying to decide if we think the Times website is showing us Bowie's left nut today. We think it is. Your call?

Good morning and hello to all of you who've come fresh to this site after seeing its proprietors on about ten thousand different entertainment shows explaining why providing detailed information about celebrity meanderings is actually a public service. Unfortunately, the lovely J. Co is unable to be here today as she's doing deep surveillance on the bodega-going habits of John Stamos, so your old pal TMFTML will be playing the role of gossipy blonde. The part of media-savvy gay will, as always, be played by Jesse Oxfeld. Let's get into trouble, baby.

Oh, if we had a nickel for every time we tried that line, George...

So we went up to midtown last night for Showtime's big premiere of Liza With a Z, the 1972 television special that hasn't been seen in more than three decades. It was — how to describe? — an experience. Some thoughts, in more or less the order they occurred to us:

"You're not out there!" George Costanza insisted to his mother, Estelle, when she announced she was getting an eye job so she'd look her best after her separation from Frank. "You can't be, because I'm out there. And if I see you out there, there's not enough voltage in this world to electroshock me back into coherence!"

"Dear PDA Diary: After a long, hard day, there's something calming and relaxing about getting on a downtown B train on the Upper West Side, clearing your head, and thinking about life. Especially when you're wearing a fabulous scarf and have a cute homo friend on each side. Still, I miss Vinnie."

Graydon Carter on Paris Hilton (his then-current cover girl), Sept. 29, 2005, as extensively quoted on FishbowlNY:

Observer political reporter Jason Horowitz — at least, we thought he was an Observer political reporter — covered last week's PR Week public-relations awards at Tavern on the Green. (The "Pubbies," or "Spinnies," he dubs them.) Most will tell you this is the best bit in his piece:

A few months ago Britney Spears announced she was suing Us Weekly for libel over the magazine's report that this refined lady and her debonair husband had made a sex tape and then screened it with their attorney. Not true!, insisted the Spearserlines, and now we've gotten our grubby mitts on the latest legal document protesting their innocence, filed last week in Los Angeles Superior Court.

David Edelstein, New York's new film critic, and his Park Slope neighbor, NPR's Brooke Gladstone. It was that kind of night.

To be filed under things we never knew we wanted to know but still find ourselves strangely intrigued by:

We haven't read the article, but this is an easy one: No, there is no limit.

We can't resist passing along a story that moved on the wires this afternoon:

Never mind the question of whether this is really the most important issue about which to be polling your readers. The real travesty is that there's no "I don't begin to give a fuck" option. Alas.

Found on Craigslist this afternoon:

What with all the engagement-breaking and marriage-ending news over the last few weeks, America was starting to doubt whether Hollywood would ever love again. But according to the folks at Us Weekly — and bless those scoopy little scamps — Hollywood's heart will, in fact, go on.

Us Weekly — which lately has been on a scoopy roll when it comes faltering celebrity love — breaks some truly sad news this afternoon: Nicole Richie has broken up with her fianc , Adam "D.J. AM" Goldstein.

Yeah, yeah, yeah; this has nothing to do with New York. But, still, we've got to point out the Deadline Hollywood column in the new L.A. Weekly, because it so perfectly demonstrates why we adore the left coast's Miss Run Amok, crusading nutcase Nikki Finke. This week she's writing on Warren Beatty and his role in the embarrassing failure of Schwarzenegger's propositions in Tuesday's election:

So you're a Woody Allen fan. A big Woody Allen fan, even. And though his last handful of movies have sucked so much you still haven't been able to bring yourself too see Melinda & Melinda, and you've blocked nearly all memory of Anything Else, you still love the early, deep comedies, and the '80s dramas, and the late-'90s light comedies. And he was so, so good on the Oscars — his first one ever! — after September 11. And, because of all that genius, you're willing to look past a lot of his mishegas.