Well here's an iPhone app that'll come in handy for most Gawker readers—Apple has approved something called "Cannabis," and it's awesome!

Drug addictions and rehab trips have - as much drugs themselves - been trendy forever. But what about weed addictions? The Times' Sunday Styles' 'bout to get all High Times on us and investigate. Bongs out, bowls packed? Blaze away!

California won't let the gays marry but it does let people micro-blog (medical) drug deals. Meet former Northwestern J-school student Dann Halem, who is building an online business selling weed on Twitter. How is this possible you ask?

As we stare at the ash-filled bowl on the coffee table and consider ourselves—hardly dressed, reeking of failure—we begin to see why some say dope is for dopes. And one of Anderson Cooper's blogging soldiers would agree!

What could cure cancer, the economy, and put lovable handles on Michael Phelps? Hold that thought. On the bong I've got: Jason Mulgrew, Jeff Weiss, and Anonymous Hedgefund Dude. We are from the future.

Courtroom testimony appears to have solved the riddle of why tech journalist Rex Farrance was killed in a seemingly bizarre 2007 slaying: The thieves knew about all the pot stashed in his San Francisco Bay Area home.

There are now 600 medical marijuana dispensaries operating in Los Angeles, thanks to a legal loophole. Thanks, The Recession and Attorney General Holder and, most of all, incompetent LA City Council legal staff! This procedural goof's for you, Peter Tosh.

If there's a reason your town reeks of oversweat Birkenstocks, patchouli, and politically unaddressed body odors, it's because seminal jam band Phish begins their reunion tour tonight. The biggest perk, naturally, will be the influx of high-grade marijuana in your town. But the 5-0 ain't havin' it.

Here, an excerpt from WSJ reporter Kate Kelly's soon-to-be-released book on the fall of Bear Stearns, in which she relates how former Bear CEO Jimmy Cayne (who recently called her a "cunt") smokes mad weed:

Barack Obama has already sent subtle signals that the Feds have no interest in prosecuting medical marijuana distributors. Now Arnold Schwarzenegger wants to "study" legalizing marijuana in California. Weed money is too good to resist!

Here's something else to know about San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom, besides the gay marriage advocacy and the hair gel and the preggers, softcore-porn-acting wife and the fameball cousins: His press secretary makes pot jokes.

Tetrahydrocannabinol has been demonstrated to induce human glioma cell death through stimulation of autophagy! That means that weed totally cures cancer. Dude.

The final episode of D.L. Hughley's short-lived CNN show airs Saturday, but it's being censored because Hughley speaks the truth and The Man won't let him get high on TV which would be so cool.

If you're a middle-aged mom who also happens to be a stoner, be advised that Monday's episode of The Martha Stewart Show will be "entirely dedicated to the world of pot." Not surprisingly, Jimmy Fallon will make a guest appearance. [EW]

Swimming champion and amateur bud enthusiast Michael Phelps will not face charges stemming from the infamous bong picture that recently surfaced. Eight of his fellow partygoers, previously arrested for possession, have been cleared.

After the media assault comes the inevitable counterspin: Kellogg flacks are saying it did not drop benighted Olympian merman Michael Phelps over a photo of his lips pressed to a bong. Even though it did.

Obama will make your weed legal because he models himself after FDR, a presumably stoned Esquire writer asserts.

Ruh roh! Kristen Stewart, the brooding young starlet currently playing Bella in the chaste, religiousy teen vampire romance movie Twilight, was photographed brazenly smoking the devil's herb on the front steps of her Los Angeles home earlier this week. In the middle of the day! Tsk tsk. I guess we now know why she was so out of it on Letterman the other day. But, I suppose it's just a little pot and it'll be OK and she'll go back to work on the sequels and earn her ridiculous $12 million. As long as there's no boy-related funny business... down there.

Back in my day, weed was bought from shady characters standing on the corner, or at a weed spot where shady characters gathered. There was none of this ordering on the phone and having some aspiring male model type roll up to your front door on his bike to deliver your quarter ounce. That's that bullshit. Just another sign of dwindling grittiness, like getting our tattoos in malls. So it's no surprise that our city's weed dealers have morphed from streetwise hustlers posted up in the shadows to fancy-free longhairs who give interviews about their business to the Observer under their real names: Stefan Fitzgerald is a bike delivery guy for a large weed operation who was only too happy to bitch to the Observer about his boss:

The latest business to report feeling the pinch? Pot dealing! A marijuana delivery guy for a New York service says that he's having to tempt buyers with value deals of lower quality weed, and that his biggest clients, Wall Streeters, are now buying eighths instead of ounces. Hey, maybe spending less time majorly stoned will mean a more acute grasp of how to play the markets? Just a thought. [men.style.com]