We get a lot of emails every day, and often times we just don't have the time, energy, or patience to respond to them, let alone report them to you, dear readers. So here, on this sun-soaked Friday, let's take a moment after the jump to look at a few of these once lost missives who have now found a home here, in Glaring Omissions.
- "Subject: trying to find an email address for Kathie lee
JUST WANTED SOME POINTERS ON GOOD WED
AFTERNOON SHOWS.ALSO LIKE TO KNOW WHERE TO GO FOR AN INEXPENSIVE LUNCH.kATHIE AND HODA ARE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT OUT OF WAY PLACES THAT SOUND GREAT.WILL BE IN THE CITY WEEK OF OCT 13TH .dON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT BROADWAY,WOULD LOVE SOME SUGGESTIONS.ASK KATHIE TO TAKE A MINUTE,AND EMAIL ME SOME GOOD INFO." - "Real world kids were at highline ballroom last night..Theyre totally awkward & it was uncomfortable to even watch. One of the girls got thrown off of danger radio's tour bus for being an asshole & spilling beer."
- "I am writing to give you gossip about a gossip columnist. Her name is Jo Piazza and she works for the New York Daily News. In the short time I've worked with her (I'm a publicist in the fashion industry), I've only had horrendously negative experiences, the bulk of which have resulted in my wanting to gouge her eyes out with a dull spoon. But that's not why I'm writing to you today, Gawker. I've recently heard some great tales about the lovely Jo that are too juicy to remain under my bonnet. Here we go: And the remainder of the email is a little too rich to run without corroboration—Ed.
Well so, OK, the world is ruined. The concept of "money" no longer exists and a makeshift barter system has sprung up in its place. A soiled wig is worth one subway ride, a clean wig is worth a taxi ride, and a Commie for best comment of the week? Worth it's weight in m.f.'in gold. So praise the six who've received the honor this week after the jump, then plot and scheme as to how to steal it away from them. 
[Sarah Jessica Parker, who is a beautiful woman, sneaking out the backdoor of her son's school today; image via 
[Laurens Conrad and Bosworth, of "The Hills," in Los Angeles last night; image via 
As we 
This week's episode of cartoon iconoclast South Park, in which Indiana Jones was raped repeatedly by George Lucas and Steven Spielberg (see clip), is causing quite a commotion! The showrunners were, you know, just trying to voice their dissatisfaction with this summer's kinda crappy Indiana Jones fourquel, Kingdom of the — Wait What the Hell Is Shia LaBeouf Doing?, but people are wondering: 
Sigh. Even though he was funny in that movie Tropic Thunder and his upcoming eye-patch epic Valkyrie actually doesn't look 
The markets continue to 
[Actress Maggie Gyllenhaal at a fashion show last night; image via 
Yesterday you guys seemed to think that our 
Or computer program or whatever. Not like we need anyone to tell us, really, but actor James Franco has the most perfect face in the world. So says science, at least. A new computer program uses mathematical formulas to take one photo (left) and turn it into a more traditionally aesthetically pleasing face (right). And, um, Franco's face pretty much stayed exactly the same when the New York Times conducted the experiment. So good for him. Getting his MFA, has movie star riches, and is, as proven by science, perfect looking. Now if he could just get rid of those 
Earlier today, following the news that Vogue editrix Anna Wintour 
So yes this is Archie Bronson, the celebrity professor, writer (been on Charlie Rose), and public speaker. A visiting fellow at Columbia, Archie spends most of his time hitting the celebrity circuit, regaling the glitterati with his infamous bon mots and ribald stories. His area of expertise is "the linguistics of economic popular culture," which means he likes to talk about money and famous people and the media and the Hamptons. But, you know, intellectually. Lookswise he's a combination of all (or at least many) of the fellows she's loved. Mr. Dressler breaks it down:
[That's supermodel Kate Moss decked out in fur and Eskimo boots in London yesterday; image via 
[A wax version of "High School Musical" heartthrob Zac Efron at Madam Tussaud's in London; image via 
Tin Pan Alley, the stretch of West 28th Street (between Broadway and 5th) where songwriters like Irving Berlin, Cole Porter, George Gershwin, and Scott Joplin worked and published over the decades, creating some of the best pieces of the American songbook, is 
No doubt these are sad times. The economy is crashing and burning in a terrific, America-changing (oh and probably the rest of the world too) flameout. No image—not a hobo running for a boxcar, not a Dorothea Lange migrant mother pensively contemplating the fate of all things—captures the ruinous emotions of the past several weeks than sad stock market floor traders. Yes those poor suited men and women who clutch their faces in utter shock and disbelief, flashes of years spent (and maybe wasted) trudging through business school running through their minds as the numbers plunge and plunge. We've a chief compiler of these images in 
If ever there was an indelible image of whimsy and hope, of all things good and jovial in this world, it was the one we saw last night. I am, of course, referring to a be-suited and be-helmeted Tim Gunn riding a tandem bicycle in Portland with mousy hipster Leanne. It just sends shivers of joy down my spine and a funny/sad lump to my throat. The semi-host of the fashion competition series consistently proves himself a national treasure. As for the rest of youse people on the show? Well, I'll get to you now, I guess.
[Minimoguls Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen arriving at the airport in New York City last night; image via