Recently I've invented a hobby whereby I invent factoids that are close enough to the truth to be believable, or just so totally random that they're difficult to prove/disprove (e.g. "Professional hurdlers run faster and make fewer mistakes when forced to jump over animals of the exact same height as a hurdle.") I tell these facts to friends and acquaintances in such a manner that they believe to them be irrefutable truth.

Our attention has been brought to the fact that the Puppy Bowl was filmed in October. Everything good in life continues to be a lie. Enjoy the Super Bowl!

Miley Cyrus appropriated Santa's lap as her own personal crotch-warmer at the Jingle Ball on Friday at New York's Madison Square Garden (see above), but she was a no-show at the Jingle Ball Boston show on Saturday night, thanks to inclement weather. That didn't stop the radio station from hosting the festival, Kiss 108, from claiming that she was there throughout the night, though.

Earl Conlon, the Georgia man who said he and a squad of other truckers were coming to D.C. this weekend to clog the roads and try to arrest congresspeople, now says his wild-eyed threats were just a bunch of baseless lies. This kind of honesty from fringe wingnuts is rare, so savor it.

During a segment on the government shutdown yesterday, Fox News host Anna Kooiman claimed that President Obama has "has offered to pay out of his own pocket for the museum of Muslim culture." Problem being, besides the complete lie she told about the president, is that a museumby that name in Washington D.C. doesn't even exist.

Terry Duffy is the president of a financial exchange. Prototypical finance dude, right? That's where you're wrong. Terry Duffy must be a comedian. I mean, just look at this shit he wrote in the Wall Street Journal Op-ed/ Comedy section today.

Seymour Hersh, one of the best-sourced journalists in America, who's been breaking huge stories of government scandals ever since the My Lai massacre, says that the official government story of Osama Bin Laden's assassination is "one big lie."

Celine Dion sat on Jimmy Kimmel's couch for two (two!) whole segments last night (and then later performed her new single). She wasn't as goofy as one might expect, though sometimes hilarious regardless — Kimmel pointed out that the titular command of her new song "Love Me Back to Life" is technically impossible to pull off, but Dion vehemently disagreed, citing the scenario of a bunch of people praying around a hospital bed while someone was in a coma as an example of loving someone back to life. For Celine, all drama is melodrama. Life is but a soap opera.

Remember Martin Luther King, Jr., the oppressed Southern black man, the freedom fighter, the peacenik, who called for radical progressive civil rights and economic justice legislation, and who was smeared as a Communist? Today, pundits would like to remind you that he was, of course, a "conservative."

The front page, above-the-fold news in the St. Augustine (FL) Record today: "St. Augustine Shores man discovers likeness of Virgin Mary in tree."

Paul Browne, the NYPD's longtime spokesman, is retiring. It is a well-established and irrefutable fact that Paul Browne is a liar. The New York Times knows this. They'll even write about it. They just can't come right out and say it.

Right now, it is 93 degrees in Central Park, according to the National Weather Service. It is on its way up to an expected high of 99 degrees, which is a brutal, sweltering temperature—the crest of a severe summer heat wave.

Rudyard Kipling signed his letters very sincerely, but he was not sincere. In his own Just So story of how his books came to be, the author of The Jungle Book and Kim cagily admits to plagiarism.

Former future dirty old man/cross-singer Prince granted a "rare and far-ranging, two-hour-plus interview late, late on Monday night" with his hometown paper The Star Tribune. One thing he wouldn't discuss? Minnesota's recent passage of marriage equality. Says the paper:

Chris Brown wants you to know that he is a passionate, positive, self-actualizing young man. In a series of in-studio interviews he arranged in advance of his upcoming single, he sold this nice-guy image hard.

From the Spanish-American War all the way up to the 40 Hottest Women in Tech, the past century has borne witness to some epic trolling, bro. This amoral art form—loosely defined as "the media fucking with you on purpose"—has defined our modern era of outrage. It is time that we honored the very best trollings of the past 115 years.

Ten years ago next week, the United States invaded Iraq. The ensuing decade of war would destroy Iraq, kill hundreds of thousands of civilians and soldiers, and cost trillions of dollars. It was not worth it. Not even close. A new accounting from the Costs of War project at Brown University lays bare just how much blood and treasure ten years of the War in Iraq has cost. For example:

You may have heard by now that Urban Outfitters' favorite street artist, Banksy, was arrested in London last night on charges of vandalism. Even better, after hauling him in, police reportedly revealed Banksy's identity to the press, a huge development considering that for years everyone—including Gawker—has been doggedly speculating about who exactly is behind the world's most famous irreverent stencils and the critically lauded film Exit Through the Gift Shop. Isn't this exciting news? No, it is not, because it's all a lie.

This is pertinent.

We'd be remiss if we let this story from the New York Times' weekend Real Estate section pass without taking a moment to remark upon the fact that it is little more than a litany of lies.