A headline from today's Sun:

The Sun notes something today that's been troubling us lately, too:

An editorial in today's Sun points out, quite fairly, that through yesterday the Times had run some 10,000 words on the Page Six scandal, with at least 13 different reporters credited, as compared to only 4,000 for the recent Israeli election and the same amount for the fall's German election. Why is the Gray Lady so obsessed with this scandal? Perhaps because it's a fun, juicy story? Perhaps because it's fundamentally shaking one of New York's prominent institutions? Perhaps because it's a gripping media-ethics morality tale — and, over the last three years, the Times has become obsessed with media ethics? Well, maybe, grants the Sun. But, argues the little broadsheet that sometimes could, there's also this:

Last we checked in on The New York Sun — New York's little rightwing paper that could, the offices of which, we're reliably informed, were placed under the protective gaze of the NYPD after the paper published one of the Danish Mohammed cartoons two weeks ago — cultural editor David Propson had submitted his resignation after editor and founder Seth Lipsky fired one of Propson's critics out from under him, and Propson was taking some time away from the office to decide whether his resignation was really for real. Because we're always fond of a good denouement, we're now pleased to report that Propson finally decided to exit the fledgling daily and had his last day there on Monday. (Why his name remains on the paper's masthead — we checked one of the unclaimed copies delivered to our building's mailroom each day — is anyone's guess.)

• Thanks to her lost diary, we all get a glimpse into the frighteningly intellectual world of Lindsay Lohan.
• A Times sports reporter gets unacceptably frisky with a Rangers cheerleader; coincidentally, Times reporter Jason Diamos just happened to be covering the Rangers that night.
• Time Inc. brings the bloodshed, forthcoming layoffs can be considerably less painful thanks to union rules.
• Fake Writer James Frey adds a relatively un-fake author's note to existing and forthcoming editions of A Million Little Pieces.
• Let Fashion Week begin! Just don't feed the models, obviously.
• It was a week of sad farewells: Wendy Wasserstein, Coretta Scott King, and CNN film critic Paul Clinton.
• The New York Sun an innovative new circulation plan, whether you like it or not.
• Go ahead, call Nicky Hilton. She'll be happy to hear from you.
• Wonkette gets itself two new cocks and Gawker Media launches tech geek gossip rag Valleywag.
• Ryan Seacrest is no more or less Gay than last week.
• Anderson Cooper, however, is a little more Gay when he wears his gimp mask.
• Thought Alessandra Stanley's correction rate couldn't get any worse? Think again. And again. And again, if you can bear.

In today's New York Post, media reporter Keith "Scoopy" Kelly plays catchup on the Suns-for-everyone story and confirms that we're not all just imagingind things. Scoopy writes:

More and more reports are flooding into Gawker HQ of unsubscribed to, unpaid for, and unwanted New York Suns being delivered to apartments around the city. In today's installment, we've got word of Sun spots all over the Upper West Side, plus dispatches from as far afield as Gowanus and Crown Heights.

It seems it's not just the Upper East Side that's getting too much Sun. A flurry of new email arrived after the earlier report of unsolicited New York Suns being delivered — complete with address label, as though actually requested — at an uptown apartment building.

A few weeks ago we reported a new marketing-and-circ chief at the little rightwing paper that could, The New York Sun. Apparently, he's hard at work targeting the paper's natural neighborhood, the Upper East Side. We received this report this morning:

The latest rumors we're hearing out of The New York Sun only serve to remind us of the degree to which the place is just like your college paper — people look at it but don't actually read it, it's guided by the presiding editor's odd preoccupations, subeditors are forever drafting manifestoes on how to improve the place — but likely with a smaller circulation.

As much of the city sleeps today, there's all sorts of exciting news at the two local dailies you're least likely to read.

Because America sort of sucks lately, Sun vice-president and general manager Stephen Hastings is leaving the Young Republicans altogether and heading to the Great White North, where he'll join the staff at the Toronto Star. His replacement is former marketing and circulation VP Augie Fields; Augie comes from Depression-era Chicago and has worked as a soap salesman and boxing coach. He arrived at the Sun, naturally, in search of a worthwhile fate.

It wasn't on Romenesko. We didn't see anything in "Off the Record." David Carr has yet to file a charming column on how his lovable teenagers reacted to the news, and Keith Kelly has applied no nickname. And yet it's apparently true:

Sixth months ago we were leaked — and we published — New York Sun deputy managing editor Robert Messenger's plans for a comprehensive overhaul of what he saw as a foundering newspaper. We were also leaked then — but we didn't publish — Messenger's musings on his dissatisfaction with his Sun job and his hopes of someday moving to The Atlantic instead.

September, reports the Sun today, saw the highest daily MTA ridership of any month since June 1971. There are several general trends responsible for this — job growth in the city, the subway system's ever-increasing cleanliness and safety since the 70s — but there was also, interestingly, a sort of perfect storm in September that made it uniquely capable of setting this 7.5-million-per-day record:

You remember Ahmad Chalabi, of course. He's the Iraqi expatriate who, from his London-based Iraqi National Congress, fed the administration — and his pal Judy Miller — bullshit intelligence from within Iraq that the White House (and Judy) used to trick the American people into supporting the war. He's the guy who for a while was the Americans' best friend in Iraq until he wasn't anymore — it seems he was passing U.S. intelligence onto Iran, which caused an American ransacking of his home and headquarters. But now, they tell us, he's a good guy again. And so all the neocons love him.

With only two weeks to go till New York City's primary-election day, the Sun has uncovered rampant fraud in the registration rolls. "Dozens of voters," says the paper — and, yes, that's not just a handful, but entire dozens — are claiming to reside at demonstrably false addresses. And it gets worse, reports Meghan Clyne:

The New York Sun's authoritarian leanings

The first media party since I arrived in New York, the Slate event at which Jacob Weisberg was unveiled as...