Hey, Details, can you hear us? Stay away from the light, Jane! W, you have GOT to hang in there — don't give up on us now! Not to overreact, but we're rather concerned for the well-being of Fairchild employees after they endured their own St. Valentine's Day Massacre. A concerned insider reports on the collective psychosis:

We would answer that question, but our posts have a limited word count. But send yours and we'll post 'em.

We here may help to feed the public's fascination with celebrity, but we leave it to the smartypants genius-types to analyze why said fascination exists:

News, Pictures [Reuters]
Activist lawyers fear 'chilling effect' from verdict [Newsday]

This morning, Howard Stern got into a debate on air with New York Press editor, Jeff Koyen. The contretemps were over last year's 50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers list, which included Stern as number 7 (way ahead of of this site's former editor, we should say).

According to the print edition of Star Magazine's "In & Out" list this week, boxing is in "thanks to Hilary Swank's Million Dollar Baby and Sylvester Stallone's new NBC TV show The Contender."

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum doesn't want The Washington Post's David Segal and New Yorker writer Jeffrey Goldberg calling their website 'The Jewish Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.' Segal says:

Parents, you might be reading over your kids' shoulders when they're at the computer, but are you reading close enough?

From today's Washington Post Corrections:

Just in time for 30 years ago, Editor & Publisher is running a Who is Deep Throat guessing game.

Being fans of Sly and the Family Stone (particularly There's a Riot Goin' On), we are so psyched for SLY, the new glossy magazine for Sly Stone.

Sometimes we get so confused. That's because we have limited critical faculties and we believe everything we read. For instance, today we read in Liz Smith's column that:

We're not sure if this is an actual article from The Guardian, or an out-take from The Onion: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who'll be fattest of them all?

Those conservative watchdog groups are always three steps ahead of the pulse.
Group Says MTV Sells Sex To Youths [Washington Times]

Consider this a rare foray into the world of journalism biz service journalism for us. Over at The Black Table, Jason Notte, one of that site's "Black List' contributors, has a pretty good suggestion for editors who send out rejection letters to writers:

Syndicated right wing harridan—and calendar girl—Michelle Malkin is more than just a defender of internment, she also looks out for the little people. Unless they're in wheelchairs. And they've been hit by SUVs.

The story, in its entirety thus far:

Phew! We were afraid no one would be able to make a joke conflating the Oscar nominations and the Iraqi elections this Sunday. It seemed so easy, yet... so very, very difficult. What man or woman is brilliant—and brave—enough to make this very important, very amusing joke? Who dares reach for this comedic height?

Lost amid the talk of conservative columnist and "marriage expert" Maggie Gallagher taking $21,500 from the Department of Health and Human Services to promote the Bush administration's marriage initiative is another—possibly worse—act of journalistic malfeasance. Look at her goddamn columnist headshot: It's gotta be ten years old!

That is awesome!