We apologize for not catching this yesterday but, frankly, our knowledge of the internet's degenerate history is shamefully lacking. Thank heavens an observant reader alerted us to brilliant photo detail in yesterday's Times piece on Google: Blogger and Movable Type geek Anil Dash seems to be sporting a GOATSE t-shirt.

· Herbert Klein is still not Deep Throat [State Journal-Register]
· Ben Stein — also still not Deep Throat, but still very much a Nixon apologist [American Spectator]
· And the rest of the slimy old bastards weigh in [LAT]

This could actually be the first time Matt's ever heard that focusing "too much" on perverts was even possible. -AP

Strange things are happening in Celebrity Weeklyville. In particular, UK import OK is crossing the pond — and they seem rather intent on raping and pillaging the AMI ship.

The New York Press, publisher-less and possibly keeping a blind man prisoner in their basement (if Knipfel's not fired, where the hell is he?), demonstrates again this week the winning formula that's made them New York's favorite free alt-weekly besides the rest of them: unhinged rage at minor annoyances with a liberal dose of making shit up.

Al Qaeda's not the only group trying to rid New York of a few excess pedestrians — the "Times Square Alliance" announced some great ideas yesterday to help ease congestion in the city's horrible, soulless center. Some of their suggestions, like expanding the sidewalks, seem quite reasonable. Here are some of the aspects of their plan to cut down on the number of slow-walking mouth-breathers clogging the 40's that we especially like:

Are you practically gagging on the Deep Throat media coverage? (Had to use a pun sometime, come on.) No worries; we've finally figured out how to manipulate your LexisNexis searches so that your returned documents are a bit more manageable:

It is truly a sad day for journalism when boring, 30 year-old political shit makes the front page of the New York Post, forcing more newsworthy stories into the back pages. Take the still-developing case of the Long Island tattoo artist "accused of chaining and beating his wife as two leopards crouched nearby" — turns out he had a whole "zoological horror show" in his $1 million home:

David Brooks: I'd rather be right than have health care. Sure, subsidized education and socialized medicine sound all right, but they will cause you to vote against the European constitution for all the wrong reasons. Let David Brooks tell you what's good for you.

· Everyone quit making fun of Fast Company! They know what blogs are and how to comment on them! [Jossip]
· Nora Ephron knew allll along who Deep Throat was — in fact, she hid clues throughout her screenplay for Sleepless in Seattle [Huffington Post]
· Jacob Bernstein knew too, but he won't say how. He even turned down GMA! [NYO]

Once again, a very happy birthday to CNN.

There are very few things in this godforsaken world that we love more than a national holiday, but they sure do fuck up our extremely rigid schedule. As such, this week's edition of the New York magazine's Look Book is a day late — but, considering the comic potential of Corcoran realtor Miriam Sirota, it's hardly a dollar short. Miriam lives in Bed-Stuy, sings Fiddler showtunes to her clients, and is unabashedly pro-pubes. After the jump, Intern Alexis rounds up Choire Sicha, Molly Jong-Fast, and Maureen Miller for a panel discussion on the implications of platform espadrilles.

We'd like to take a moment to quickly congratulate CNN on their 25th anniversary — look how you've grown! We also commend them for taking 2 minutes out of today's masturbatory programming schedule of self-congratulation and nostalgia ("Remember our Columbine coverage? That was a doozy.") to show breaking footage of a very cute squirrel. Good thing there's no real news today.

Thanks to an alert tipster who heroically refused to allow something this immature to go un-screengrabbed. Frankly, I'm embarrassed I didn't notice this earlier. Has the Times hired spammers as copy editors?

Those starting to feel the effects of Tina Brown withdrawal need fear not — inviting Tina to your next barbecue or cocktail party is fun and easy! Here's what to do:

While the Post exercised an unprecedented level of restraint, we can't say the same for the Boston Herald's front page coverage of the Deep Throat story. Not that we object, mind you — the explicit visuals are high on educational value.

Henry the Intern would like to apologize for the delay in filing his review of Sunday night's Topic A — but he needed a few days to recover. You see, May 29th was Tina Brown's very last moment of basking in the CNBC sun, the final episode of her much-loved and under-appreciated magutalk show. Not only does this leave a void in our clusterfucking world, but now Henry is faced with Sunday nights spent outdoors. When Tina quits the game, everyone loses. Grab a kleenex; what follows is Henry's final, emotional farewell to Sundays with Tina.

Well, it was bound to happen — and really, it's amazing that it took this long. Just over two months since first taking over the Times' Boldface Names column, Campbell Robertson seems to have reached a level of batshit insanity formerly reserved for his predecessor, our Auntie Joyce Wadler.

Today's Rejected Post Headline:

Boy, yesterday was exciting, wasn't it?