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coaxes incredibly shy and softspoken LA Weekly columnist (and current unhealthy obsession of Fishbowl LA—that guy'll be dead before Friday) Nikki Finke into holding forth on that most fascinating species running loose in the Hollywood jungle, the entertainment publicist:

Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! Radar is finally launching! Well, it's technically relaunching (but who are we to be picky?). And, yes, it's not the actual mag yet, just the website. And, OK, unless the Times was wronglike that ever happensit's running late. (Or maybe we misunderstood the phrase "come the end of April.") But if we're doing the math right from the email Maer sent us a week ago ("mid-week" = last Wednesday; "10 days later" = end of this week), Radar Online should debut by Friday. So, to repeat: Omigod! And you know what? We fuckin' own this story. It's our Iran hostage crisis, babyour Gulf War I, our O.J. trial. Don't even think of touching that dial, 'cause Gawker's got live team coverage of this historic event, all the way till Mort pulls the plug. JO

Michael Wolff couldn't take his ball and go home, so now he's trying to deflate it instead. Keith Kelly reports today that our old pal Wolffie takes on Adam Moss and the new New York in his upcoming Vanity Fair column:

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Today's item regarding the left-leaning love life of conservative stick pundit Ann Coulter has prompted several kind readers to inform us of a brave new addition to the canon of Ann Coulter fan fiction. (We hope it's fiction, anyhow — or do we?) Now sit down, take a breath, and grab your Santorum-issued lube and beads:

While I was off picking the sand out of my ladyflower, FishbowlNY found an excuse to swelter in the Gobi tent at this weekend's Coachella festival. When faced with the chance to accost Bright Eyes' Conor Oberst, things immediately turn to Oberst's biggest fan, Jonathan Safran Foer:

· Ann Coulter just might give a blue-stater some of her malnourished love. She's reportedly shacking with a 20-something to her left who likely rubs on her Nicoderm patch oh-so-right. [Gatecrasher]
· Daily News EIC Michael Cooke has been branded a foot fetishist by a columnist who worked for him during his stint at the Chicago Sun Times. This would explain the otherwise inexplicable. [Page Six]
· Arianna Huffington to Supreme Court Associate Justice Stephen Breyer: "You should blog for me." Sweet Jesus, MAKE HER STOP. [Lowdown]
· I leave town for one freaking week and suddenly Katie Holmes wants to stay a virgin and is thus sucking face with Tom Cruise? What the hell? [Scoop]
· BREAKING: Reality television has no basis in reality. [ELK]
· Actress Mira Sorvino's baby husband Chris Backus throws a temper tantrum; Sorvino calms the amateur ballplayer with his binky. [R&M]

Are your pants not just completely soaked with anticipation over Primetime Live's infinitely hyped exposé on American Idol? If you've spent a mere 30 seconds in front of ABC, you've no doubt had the pleasure of being titillated by promos for their upcoming story on the Fox show's big, secret scandal, which happens to be the biggest, most scandalous, most secretest gossip in the history of the world.

Elizabeth Smart who was reunited with her family on March 12 after being kidnapped listens to President Bush speak before signing a wide-ranging package of child safety measures into law in the Rose Garden of the White House, in a Wednesday, April 30, 2003 photo in Washington. The Utah teenager has been named one of People magazine's "50 Most Beautiful People" in its annual issue.

Ah, Sunday Styles. Ya saw the piece yesterday on hipster porn, right? Well, the dude who blogs "Proceed at Your Own Risk" saw it, too, online, and he's very disappointed in NYTimes.com.

So what happened on last night's piping-hot edition of Topic A With Tina Brown? Nothing special, naturally, except that Henry the Intern celebrated his one-year anniversary of eye-burning and brain-melting with Tina! What follows is his fiftieth recap of CNBC's crown jewel of Sunday nights, which will undoubtedly have you weeping tears of joy all over your keyboard.

We asked for your emails. Some answers were funny, some answers were retarded — and we can say that because we're retarded — and some were downright creepy (dude, you could just pad the walls of a subway car, drive it right into an insane asylum, and it'd work out well for about 60% of the people in there), and the rest of the captions were potshots at gays. But since we're still sorting through all the gayte mail we got for the Men's Vogue post, we omitted most of them. They go through enough crap as it is (no pun intended). So, on that note, your winner is...Sean Marier!

Drudge, You're making this way too easy. It's like you're asking for it. —MG

A Conde Nast operative emails:

A Gawker spy wrote to Ask.Fox demanding to know why last night's episode of the O.C. was cancelled. "Sorry, but all the networks caved in to White House pressure last night - less than 2 hours before air," came the reply. "The GREAT NEWS is - NEXT WEEK, THURS 5/5, we will air ALL-NEW 2-HOURS of THE O.C. (8-10pm ET/PT)(including last night's original episode combined with next week's original episode!!!!!)" Jenna and Barbara obviously lost the fight for the clicker last night.—MG

Conde-Nast-bred chick litterateur, SoHo House fixture, distant descendent of some Duke or another and (at least according to the nickname-loving British tabloids) "pushy socialite, upper-crust novelist, professional posh totty and designer clotheshorse" Victoria "Plum" Sykes famously used her dumping by a former fiance, painter Damien Loeb, as inspiration for her novel Bergdorf Blondes. Now, she's managed to get engaged again. Plum and her husband-to-be, Toby Rowland, son of the late and unfortunately-named Brit entrepreneur "Tiny" Rowland, have set a date for late July and are leaving nothing to chance. The bride-to-be, who famously (and inappropriately) wore brown to her sister Lucy's wedding a few years back, has issued a booklet to instruct American guests what is and isn't considered "good form" at English weddings. In today's Evening Standard, bad-boy novelist Will Self writes,

The Wall Street Journal is running this ad as part of a campaign for its new weekend edition launching this fall. The WSJ's caption: "Have a brilliant weekend." Our caption: "Looking for a job? Subscribe to the Wall Street Journal ..." Think you can do better? Oh, it is on, it is SO ON! Send 'em to tips@gawker.com. Winner gets their name printed on Gawker for a non-humiliating reason. Oh, and by the way, to all you people that keep emailing asking for a date: Get to the back of the line, buddy.
—NH

From the always-enjoyable Urban Dictionary:

Though the sequel to his revenge memoir How To Lose Friends and Alienate People doesn't come out until November, British hack and self-promoting publicity whore supreme Toby Young is already partying, dude. He's having a no-book-yet fete on June 4 at Lotus for The Sound of No Hands Clapping. —MG

Lloyd Grove gets to the bottom of this vicious and false Cruise-Holmes hookup rumor. Just ignore those photos on the next page, kids. —MG