A reader passes on this bit from yesterday's weekly "Your Money" newsletter:

We're starting to suspect that the Times is more obsessed with MTV's quasi-reality show Laguna Beach than we are. Sure, we may have our Gawker HQ walls plastered with the sunny faces of Orange County, but the Gray Lady certainly does write some long-ass articles about the skein. We're impressed: It's quite the challenge to squeeze out more than a thousand, Times-worthy words on a show that on average features only 50 words of intelligent dialogue.

We can't believe we didn't know about this for a whole week, and we feel terrible about all the books — new paperbacks only, we'll remind you — you've been sending to the wrong address. But it turns out the Times initially gave the wrong address for donations to Judy Miller's prison reading list. This was corrected in a memo last Monday:

• All those stories today on Si considering a TV deal with Comcast? They're about SI — i.e., Sports Illustrated — not about Conde Nast. It took us a while to figure that out. [NYP]
• Oh, except that there is a TV deal at Conde, in which MTV is shooting a reality show in Teen Vogue's West Coast office. [WWD]
• The Times loves it some red staters, says Eric Alterman. [Nation]
• Myrna Blyth comes to bury celebrity editors. Again. Virtually word for word. [FishbowlNY]
• Remembering magazines' sexy, sultry summer of Scientology. [Folio:]
• There's a new national editor at the Times, which, come to think of it, doesn't change anything for nearly any of us. [NYT]

Arts-organization publicists around New York City who have continued to address their mailed press releases to once-but-no-more Times Arts editor Jodi Kantor have been receiving this form letter in reply:

We love it when The New York Times lowers itself to cover something as gross as home shopping; it can't help but use phrases like "doodads," "Everywoman" and "shellacked pieces of driftwood." Today's look at how the other 99.9 percent live is a feature about Jeanne Bice, a woman who sells sweaters with little sheep on them. (No, really.) She also has a book called "Pull Yourself Up by Your Bra Straps," which sounds like a self-help book by David Gest but isn't.

Finally, some good historical news in this otherwise crappy month:

A couple of weeks ago, we directed your ire towards a remarkable article about the high-class, shiny life of Times and Peruvian first daughter Alex Kuczynski. The pieces on Kuczynski's charmed existence have struck a chord, as a reader writes:

Fun riff in the Observer this week on the Times' incessent, almost Tourette's-like insistence on explaining why its unnamed sources are unnamed. The story brings up the classic "the document was leaked by someone who said they weren't allowed to read it" example.

Because we live to serve:

• Candace Bushnell and her Stanford Blatch-inspiring ex-manager are suing each other over money. Which seems far more like the real New York than Sex and the City ever did. [Radar]
• You know things are getting weird when far lefty Bob Scheer is echoing VF bobo Michael Wolff on the Plame case: Judy Miller is no hero, and the public should be more important than her sources. [LAT]
• E&P peacenik Greg Mitchell calls for newspapers to call for withdrawl from Iraq. Again. [E&P]
• The many personalities of Michiko Kakutani. [Media Mob/NYO]

On the upside, at least there was that posthumous vindication. Which we're sure meant a lot to them.

Oh, Viriginia Heffernan. Why can't we all be as smart as you?

Well, yes, the new Vogue is big. And it really weighs 4 pounds. But, er, it doesn't actually put last year's to shame.

Were we offended by the full-on Asian-caricature garb some Newport swells wore to the 60th anniversary ball at the teahouse at Marble House, one of the Rhode Island town's famous Vanderbilt mansions? (Nota bene: Pix 24 and 25, at right, from Bill Cunningham's Sunday Styles spread, not available online.)

We hate it when emails from our boss about something we've published start anything like this:

If true, going on strike is the first thing — not getting you where you're supposed to go when you're supposed to get there, not getting your suitcase there, too — Northwest has ever had a good plan for. Swell.

• Judy Miller is "having the time of her life," says hubby Jason Epstein, and so is he, it would seem. [WWD]
• Also, Miller appreciates your letters but doesn't want your used books. [Media Mob/NYO]
• Coming in your Times Mag: soldier sex in Iraq. Hot. [E&P]
• From the home office in Melville, Long Island: Top ten reasons we'll always have network anchors. [Newsday]
• More bad news for newspapers: First Craig steals the classifieds, now Hollywood's giving up on splashy movie ads, according to Nikki Finke. [LA Weekly]

Jessica Pressler, who wrote the strange Philadelphia-is- the-sixth-borough piece in the Times last weekend, talks to the blog Philebirty today and, between admitting that the whole thing was just a PR gimmick for the city and dropping a few too many f-bombs, basically ensures she'll never write for the Times again. Also, she manages to insult all Times-reading New Yorkers:

Auntie Joyce Wadler is at it again: