A quick survey of Craigslist New Orleans shows that, despite what charity freak Simon Doonan says, New Yorkers are most certainly doing their part to help with the Hurricane Katrina relief effort:

From the online swap meet:

And how will New York's lovable Craigslist pervs mark Israel's withdrawal from the Gaza Strip? The only way they know how.

A quick lesson in metaphors, courtesy of the always-entertaining Craigslist:

We'd normally feel a little pathetic, doing a second Craiglist post in one day. But patheticness is relative, and these folks win.

An ad showed up on Craiglist yesterday that promises to make one of our dreams come true. (And, interestingly, said ad was not in the "casual encounters" section.)

Well, wrap us in a boa and call us Mediabistro, 'cause we sure do enjoy aggregating the best job listings for our fine, unemployed Gawker nation. Today, the infotainment industry is looking for fresh blood:

Today's Daily Candy installment flacks for a giant game of water-gun Assassin, sure to be popular in Williamsburg and almost nowhere else, that's coming to the city next week. This raises many good questions, but the one a Candy reader emails to ask is:

We don't expect a Craigslist ad (or, for that matter, this blog) to be proofread meticulously, but if you're planning on taking the gig, you should know what you're getting into:

Predictably, the bag checks in NYC subways are affecting one group in particular: Craigslisters. An always vocal, typically anonymous group, the patriots on everyone's favorite site-of-al-trades will NOT take these bag checks without contributing their running commentary:

An alert and horny reader pointed us to this Craigslist post, suggesting that perhaps Fabian "Some of My Best Friends Are Negroes" Basabe had placed a personal in the m4m section. We're pretty sure it's not Basabe's — the poster says he's 23 and blond-haired; Basabe is 27 and and a brunette — but, still, it's an intriguing ad.

From Craigslist today:

Found today on — where else? — Craiglist:

We're just gonna quote this one, because paraphrasing wouldn't do this young man justice:

A casting call listed today on Craigslist:

Wouldn't it be cute, said the Times City section, if we poked gentle fun at the desperate losers of Craigslist? And, say, stole a gimmick from Slate, mixed it with a bit of The Black Table, and tied it together with the usual "New York is a city of whatever we need it to be for the purposes of this piece" talk?

No plans for the weekend? Craigslist to the rescue:

While you might be in a good mood today (the Friday sunshine makes those used needles positively glisten, no?), we all know you'll be back to hating your life by Monday. As such, we're happy to suggest a career move to brighten your spirits: celebrity assistantery! Because ALL a-listers use Craigslist for their staffing needs:

It's been over a month since we've heard much about Evelyn the Food Whore, the Craigslist "icon" who may or may not exist. To recap: Evelyn was one of those spectral personalities of bulletin-board culture whose existence was asserted by several men claiming to have met her online, only to be been duped by her exorbitant dinner demands. This hypothetical woman would order expensive, multi-course meals, eat an inhuman amount, and reportedly purge after courses. A one-woman pyramid scheme for bulimia, if you will.

Finally, a job offer for both female and male writers. From Craig's List: