How was the hellish "Fashion Meets Finance" gold-diggers-meet-broken-men dating event last night? The New York Press' Matt Harvey went to find out! And apparently found an Andre Sparkling Wine commercial, circa 1998:

Washington street preachers finally reveal those who will be damned in the Obama years: "Baby Killing Women, Porno Freaks, Sport Nuts, Drunks, Homos, Jesus Mockers, Mormons." Will Leitch and Mitt Romney are doomed! [WP]

Just this week, I saw an NYC subway train plastered with ads on the outside of the cars for the first time, up close. And you know what? It's not that bad! Kind of new and exciting and eye-catching, like graffiti used to be, except less so. That sentiment will wear off within a week or so, and the ads will recede into the category of tiring visual assaults on our collective serenity. Too bad, because more and more and more are on the way, everywhere!: What else could they possibly sell for ad space on subways? Well, how many flat surfaces are there? —Panels in trains. —Billboards in stations. —Total wraps of the exteriors of subway cars —Stairs. —Turnstile structures. —Turnstile arms. —"Digital screens inside stations." —Digital projection ads on interior station walls. —"A large display, almost the size of a movie screen, mounted above a passageway by the 7 train in Times Square." —L.E.D. displays on the interior walls of subway tunnels that make the "windows light up as if there were a television screen outside the window." Commuters willing to sell forehead ad space, please contact the MTA. [NYT]

Oh look. Someone has invented the official Pink Floyd cruise. For three days and three nights you can enjoy the sweet sounds of "Think Floyd USA," the country's "number one" Pink Floyd cover band, while trapped on a boat in the Bahamas. Here's our question: would you rather travel on the "The Great Gig in the Sea" or attend the yearly National Review cruise with Dinesh D'Souza and the enraged ghost of William F. Buckley? Please answer in the form of a short essay, in the comments. The best response wins a free ride on the Staten Island Ferry!

Generally, an attachment called "fun.doc" is probably a computer-crippling virus. Sometimes, though, it is much, much worse. Take the case of the document Gawker received yesterday, featuring a packed, "fun"-filled itinerary for a New York weekend sent from a local to friends visiting from noted no-account flyover one-horse town "Boston, Massachusetts." It is, perhaps, a perfect, itemized tour through the 7 circles of New York tourist hell, and while we can't recreate the original's wacky fonts, we can reprint the gruesome details.

Rod Townsend (aka our commenter Momo), sometimes receives telephone calls from The Past, a mysterious entity that remembers where things used to be in New York before Starbucks and Whole Foods came to town."Hello?"

Some of us round here happen to hail from parts of the country where the "Hell Houses" — i.e. scared-straight parades of theological horrors put on by evangelical Christians — are openly staged without a trace of irony. And of course, many people have seen the documentary. Even so, we were at first not much intrigued with the Hell House starting up in DUMBO by the experimental theater company Les Freres Corbusier. It's an ostensibly earnest theatrical treatment, created in full cooperation with the originators of the genre. However, this version does have at least one selling point: