• Calvin Klein's latest Times Square advertising adventure, in which models are bribed to live like peasants in exchange for clean needles, starts tomorrow at 7 a.m. Someone do send pics! [AdJab]
• Rupert Murdoch buys MySpace.com from $580 million. Which is only slightly more than he paid for his new Fifth Avenue triplex. [MarketWatch]
• Would the Jude Law infidelity story be any good if the nanny-mistress didn't keep a diary detailing sex on the pool table? We think not. [Mirror]
• Dude, you know you think Bobby Novak his the perfect DSLs. Get out and vote! [Gawker]
• The horror of an unsolicited Scientology attack on an unsuspecting mailbox. [mchruinoff]
• CNN's Lou Dobbs is interrupted by bullshit. What else is new? [Crooks and Liars]

Finally. After so many long, lonely years, Drudge finds the solution to all of his problems.

Dear God, we thought. What has McCain been caught on tape doing? Will this kill his political career? Oh Matt, we cried out, please please please explain what you're talking about, so we can see whether the republic will survive.

Who knows if it true? But, in case it is, a word of advice: Sodomize tonight, while you still can.

jessicagawker: Hey, big guy!
jessicagawker: Don't know about Florida, but it sure is hot around here. I bet you'd like the heat, though. All sweaty.
jessicagawker: Speaking of heat, those "streaming" Brazilians you mentioned...
jessicagawker: You seem kinda happy about it. More Brazilians are a good thing, for you. Admit it.
jessicagawker: An exclamation point? You're totally excited.

So many lean, topless boys... So young... So wet... Oh, how those beautiful brown muscles glisten in the heat, waiting for the loving touch of a new media bear... How long is a flight to Pakistan?






Drudge Report

Sometimes it's worth checking Drudge on a Sunday:

Not completely unrelated, we're sure. Tuck, don't you let that fedora-sportin' fool play you like that.

Better than salt and vinegar, we suppose.

Dear Readers,

jessicagawker: Okay, listen: I had a dream about you last night. About this. About the IMs where you ignore me.
jessicagawker: I'm dead fucking serious, dude.
jessicagawker: I dreamt that I was sending you an IM about you covering something on your site, something stupid, and YOU ANSWERED ME.
jessicagawker: You said you'd have your "assistants review the content" or something similarly formal. But then I kept bugging you, and it came out that it was your assistant IMing me from your name. He was in Tribeca, I think, so we met for coffee. He was nice and had curly hair.
jessicagawker: I'm DREAMING about this shit, Matt, so just type one damn letter and hit return and keep me from going insane.
jessicagawker: You're a remarkably cruel man.

jessicagawker: Hey, Sailor!
jessicagawker: So, how long are you going to keep running the Vaseline stuff? By my count, it's been up top for at least 16 hours.
jessicagawker: We all know you're a fan of the product, you needn't have been so blatant in its promotion. It's unethical.
[10 minutes pass]
jessicagawker: Oh my God, you just changed your headline right now. You ARE listening to me, aren't you?!

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

One might consider this image "service journalism."Out of a million different Nixon photos floating around, you can always trust Matt Drudge to choose the most blatantly homoerotic image possible, and then pair it with a headline that coincidentally refers to his signature move.

Only Sneddon, eh?

RIP, handsome.

Fresh daisies, it's Friday! Wait a second...That looks like Rupert Murdoch! Or does he only wear Underoos? -KEW

I've reached my emotional tipping point:

NOT EXCLUSIVE: Gawker Media has taken the unprecedented step of launching its own internal investigation into allegations of misreporting at last night's Radar Launch Party, sources close to Gawker tell Gawker...Developing...
-KEW

What, no Boba Fett?