Gawker's Week in Review: Shhh! It's a Secret. We Think.

• Another round of bombings is bad enough. Crappy media coverage makes it oh so much worse.
• Everyone knows about the speakeasy beneath La Esquina, but nobody knows if it's supposed to be a secret or not. One thing is certain: All this convoluted pre-drinks hoop-jumping is annoying.
• Anonyblogger JolieinNYC is outed, but not out. She says.
• And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true, says Laurel Touby. Especially if your dreams fixate on feathered boas.
• A dying publicist needs a liver. Preferably not one with cirrhosis, which, alas, rules out ours.
• Come on baby, light our fire. No, really. You firefighting stud in the calendar. Do it.
• Krucoff goes drinking with people he holds in contempt. And does so while reclining. You know, to make that night different from all others.
• NYT honcho Bill Keller reveals his penis envy.