While much of Southern California is currently faced with the prospect of having to get by with 0 watts of electricity, a single company in the same state is sucking on 260 million watts of the stuff continuously, or a quarter the output of your average nuclear plant. That company is Google.

1.4 million people in the San Diego region are currently without power, and will remain to be so until Friday. The outage appears to have originated in Arizona, according to San Diego Gas and Electric, and extends across Southern California and into Baja. What happened? SDGE still doesn't know, saying only in a tweet that a weeklong heat wave may have overloaded the system, and that the lines "appeared to fail."

Officials "are very concerned" about new information regarding a planned terror strike on the tenth anniversary of 9/11, CBS News reports, with the plot potentially targeting either New York City or Washington, D.C. The threat is "specific and credible but unconfirmed." Great. What does that mean?

Yes, Fashion Week doesn't technically start until the stroke of midnight, when the city will use Anna Wintour's cold magic to transform itself into a place of model parties, runway shows, and clothing presentations. But before women's wear takes over, let's give the men an equal opportunity to shine. It's only fair, right?

Finally, television is directly addressing the lesbo community. Also today: Candace Bushnell will never go away, Keira Knightley sets out to do another prestige project, and Michael Keaton has been found.

Has the AOL civil war descended into a sad, juvenile battle for WordPress admin privileges? An angry blog post was mysteriously deleted from the company's hotly contested TechCrunch blog, leaving "Page Not Found" at the top of its list of most popular posts.

Did you know that a Saudi family living in Sarasota, Fla., that met with 9/11 mastermind Mohammed Atta disappeared without a trace—leaving behind their cars, food, and furniture—two weeks before the attacks? Neither did Congress, or the 9/11 Commission! The FBI didn't think to tell them.

How the hell did 20,000 sensitive patient records from Stanford University's hospital end up posted to a college tutoring website for almost a year? It looks like some lazy billing company employee uploaded it themselves.

Australopithecus sediba! Wildfire science! Real jetpacks! Persuasion methods! Solar properties Petrified forest! Heavenly metals! Anger cooperation! And Hummingbird mating techniques that drive lady hummingbirds bazonga! It's your Thursday Health Watch, where we watch your health—voodoo, doo doo, woo hoo!

In the excellent New York magazine 9/11 issue, Mark Lilla says, "The tragedy will be mourned, then trivialized, then commercialized, and then amnesia will set in." There are some tchotchkes that mourn, trivialize, and commercialize that tragedy all at once. Here is the tackiest 9/11 related crap we could find.

HBO has announced that they've ordered Aaron Sorkin's cable news drama More As This Story Develops (only a tentative title — one they really should change) to series. In it Jeff Daniels plays a cable news anchor struggling to do the news in this internet-fast infotainment world.

Ad hominem adultery harassment site Cheaterville.com is incensed. They wanted to run the above advertisement in the Toronto Sun during the Toronto Film Festival, but the Sun rejected them. Why ever would a newspaper reject a crude doodle of a stick-man butt-fucking a startled stick-lady atop a rectangular void with his giant club-shaped dick?

The Washington Post, America's leading journal of proctology, published this interesting scoop about Libya's deposed dictator in Wednesdays' edition. Ha ha. "Taint." [Rstevens via BoingBoing]

If there were any correlation whatsoever between cursing and profits, Carol Bartz would never have been fired from atop Yahoo. As things stand, she's swearing up a storm about how she was "fucked over."

In your luxurious Thursday media column: the WaPo has an explanation, Sam Sifton promotion rumors, licensing journalists is bad, MSNBC leans forward further, and tawdry speculation about our company's activities.

People move to big, bad New York City, puff out their chests, and declare that they're ready to take on the world. If they can make it here, they can make it anywhere! But they can't make it without a smiling babysitter paid to open the door for them. Or can they?

The New York Times has assembled and posted more than two hours of military, air traffic, and airline radio communications—some of it never before heard in public—from the morning of September 11, 2001. It is depressing and fascinating.

Restaurateurs, meet your new overlord, Marissa Mayer. The Google honcho, fashionista and foodie just announced that the search giant has acquired the Zagat Guides, giving diners everywhere hope for reviews that suck slightly less than those on Yelp.

Oh, Ireland, the land of my forefathers, interoffice harassment, and women who die after having sex with dogs. The latest news is that the government will pay real money to learn how to stick fake jewels on lady's naughty bits.

Aging television presenter Joe Scarborough is so desperate for you to know that he's cool and plays guitar and likes Elvis Costello that he decided to defile the memories of all those who died on 9/11 and in its subsequent wars with this horrible fucking song that will make you crack your teeth open with rage if you listen to it. Serving as a foot soldier for Newt Gingrich and rushing to the defense of an abortion doctor's murderer are no longer the worst things Scarborough has ever done. Playing rock star with dead people is.