The Week the Dalai Lama Was Very Bad [Week In Review]

• Hillary Clinton began the week the way we ended it.
  
• Oh, then she debated Barack Obama and was on Colbert. An exhausted and sad Chris Matthews told us about it.
  
• Emily Brill said basically the dumbest thing ever. We really wouldn't miss the internet that much.
  
• A man was trapped on an elevator for 41 hours, and he went mad. We read about Martha Stewart's dead dog and went sad.
  
• We asked who should quit the Times, which made one journalist very upset with us.
  
• Pretend New York is so pretty! The real New York is just odd, as always. (Also: poor!)
  
• Sometimes even if you are famous on the internet you still need to get a real job.
  
• Even the dolphins have personal trainers now!
  
• Nina Garcia had a rough one. She left Elle under mysterious circumstances and then there was some intrigue. And a pretend office.
  
• Sex and the City will kill you.
  
• There was fierce debate about this but we didn't pay any attention to it.
  
• Seriously, fuck this week. The only good thing to come out of it was this.
  
• Oh, and Nick did something or other. And so did the Dalai Lama.

Kreepie Kats in "The Pope Wants to Hump Your Face" [Kreepie Kats]

[Hey, Jim Behrle's lovable kartoon kitties are holding a kontest! It's called the "Have Sex with the Kreepie Kats Guy Tonite Kontest" and the details are after the jump.]

New York 'Post' Finally Launches Inevitable Gawker Clone [New Blog Smell]

The image associated with this post is best viewed using a browser.The New York Post killed poor PageSix.com after something like ten internet minutes, but now we just discovered this weird new blog they have (we know it's new because it has a big NEW BLOG sticker on it) called, uh, POPWRAP. The internet is running out of names for things that are obvious clones of five other things! Anyway, if PageSix.com was their TMZ-killer, this is their scaled-back Gawker/Daily Intelligencer/maybe-Best Week Ever-copier. The whole damn thing is edited solely by one guy (like us, back in the golden era!)—former InTouch "lifestyle editor" Jarett Wieselman (ten posts today, Jarett—you can get it up to 12 by Monday!). Oh, wait, we remember that name! Wieselman was brought over from InTouch with Kathy Campbell to run PageSix.com. And then that imploded and now they've given him this. Anyway we didn't read very many of the "words" but the pictures look pretty and the headlines are suitably sarcastic-ish. Also there is a caption contest feature because bloggers are for some reason never happy with the captions photos come with. (So far: one comment on this one. Go help 'em out!) Now you have one more source for mildly irreverent takes on celebrity news. [POPWRAP]

"We're Trying to Plan It So We Are Pregnant Together" [Glaring Omissions]

We're bringing Glaring Omissions back! We get so many missives each week, that some things slip through the cracks by accident or completely on purpose. Today we have three little bits for you (just gaining momentum, I swears). Shotguns, marriages, and a Real Housewife await you after the jump.

Caught Between A Rock And A Dumb Place [Quick Rant]

Go Elis! Only not. In the past ten days, we've had larceny charges against an aspiring Galie and pseudo abortion, pseudo art project from senior Aliza Shvarts. It's enough to make Harvard appealing. But on a beautiful spring day like this, when faux controversies surround art and reproductive rights, we do sort of miss college. Where else could a debate over Shvarts's "art" not immediately conclude with, "she's a savvy media whore who is willing sell her name, body and college intuitions for publicity." It's nearly impossible to pick the most offensive aspect of this little project. That Shvartz maybe lied to create publicity, that maybe Yale lied to protect itself from a student, or what she actually claimed to do, which is to induce miscarriages to get people "to think." It's like we're caught between a world of The Hills and Abortion Art. Can't there be a happy medium, like Top Chef?

"They Gave Me a Crippled Gay News Anchor" [The Commies]

As some of us tear down the institution from within, others continue to build it up from without. I am speaking of you, dear commenters, who may bicker and snipe but in the end mostly say funny things that make us happy. So, as we mourn the faithful departed, let us also celebrate some of those who linger on. After the jump, find six of the week's best efforts.

From Bos'un's Mate in Worst Vogue Cover Since the Last One:

[Pareene's Pick]

Your Party Pick this week went to Conbon for his work in Marc Jacobs' New Boy Fends Off Unwanted MySpace Buddies:

"He refers to Franklin as 'F Town?' God, I wish he were from Bellows Falls, Vermont.

Because, well, I'll let you figure it out."

Good work everybody.

40-Pound Beaver Is Rescued From East River [Breaking]

We can't actually improve on that headline. Kudos, City Room. But yes, a giant beaver was pulled to safety this afternoon by NYPD scuba units, who "were patrolling the United Nations in connection with the visit of Pope Benedict XVI and said the beaver appeared to be struggling to swim." Also: "It was not known if the beaver was male or female. ('It has pretty big claws,' Lieutenant Harkins said.)" [NYT]

The Astoundingly Good Case For Making A Ziggy Movie [Ziggy]

"I see this as a summer tentpole movie, definitely." I'm laughing so hard it's coming out as a panting horse noise, because I just listened to this rapid-fire pitch for a Ziggy movie. There's everything: Why Wallace Shawn is the ideal actor for the role, how Ziggy could be the nature side of man vs. nature, why it should be live action instead of CGI, the role of the parrot as god, possible set pieces, the teaser trailer starting at the complaints department, the bonus scene after the credits. If you are still in your chair by the end of this routine, you are soulless.

Why Don't You Know Me? [Gawker Stalker]

If Axl Rose walks through Manhattan and nobody recognizes him, should he be so pissed off about it?

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Saw Axl Rose today outside of the Muse hotel on 46 St b/w 6th and 7th in NYC. I was crossing the street staring right at him. I had no clue it was him. He was staring at me as I was crossing the street walking toward him with this "I can't believe you are about my age (or younger) and don't know who the f*** I am!" kind of look. Then, 10 minutes later, on my return, in front of that same hotel I over heard this "security/driver guy" explaining to two young girls that yes, they did in fact see Slash. It was at this moment that I realized I saw Axl.

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