We've noted before how much Hollywood loves to destroy New York. But only the stuff of special effects, right? Well, no: Discovery tells us the wall of water smashing through Manhattan in Deep Impact may be closer to a nature documentary than you'd think. There's evidence that a tsunami slammed New York City over two thousand years ago and they suspect the giant wave might have been caused by an asteroid crashing into the ocean. They can't find the "smoking gun" yet—the crater. They looking for it off the coastline of New Jersey, where all weird things are located. Below, a reminder of what this might have looked like.
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This will be the first return to scripted drama for Didion since she collaborated with her since-deceased husband John Gregory Dunne on 1996's Up Close and Personal. Having struggled with several losses in recent years (chronicled in The Year of Magical Thinking) this look at the life of Graham (pictured with Truman Capote at right) should make for an unbelievable film, although it surely won't perk up the author's 
Do you shuffle through your day, dragging your feet and looking at the ground? Or do you practice your runway-model walk on the streets, prancing like a pony while maintaining a sexy glare? You're DOING IT RONG! Breaking: nobody knows how to walk properly. As the 
How did fameballs get famous in 18th-century Britain? They died! Now that we have the Internet, you don't have to wait for your own death to get written up in the papers—you can publish all your career-killing overshares yourself. But back then, "research by the University of Warwick shows [that] death gave birth to the modern cult of celebrity, as the sudden rise in the popularity of obituaries of unusual people in the 1700s provided people with the... equivalent of a celebrity gossip magazine," says 
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Barack Obama promised his adorable daughters that he would get them a puppy if he won the presidency (they would surely mention this fact more often if they really wanted to win). 
Once, homey French bistro Florent was a beacon of light in a somewhat dangerous 1980s Meatpacking district, where transsexual prostitutes roamed for tricks and nightlife kids flipped out on drugs and weird sex. Those freaks were our people. (This type of old-timer moaning is as old as the district itself.) Gradually, the neighborhood was zombified to the point where Florent was the only good place to go—the rest of the neighborhood was infected by a plague of boutiques, lame restaurants, bridge-and-tunnel nightclubs, and the Hotel Gansevoort. Today, smug Brits drunk off the power of the pound sterling migrate to the membership-only Soho House, while women from Jersey get trapped by their stilettos in the cobblestoned streets. Lumbering SUVs threaten everyone, and the only weirdos are the ones hanging out at the W. 14th Street Apple Store at midnight. With 
Oh mah gawww y'all! Britney Spears is an aunt! Jamie Lynn Spears, sister to gumball-filled ex-singer Britney, has 
"But Walter L. Wagner and Luis Sancho contend that scientists at the European Center for Nuclear Research, or CERN, have played down the chances that the collider could produce, among other horrors, a tiny black hole, which, they say, could eat the Earth. Or it could spit out something called a 'strangelet' that would convert our planet to a shrunken dense dead lump of something called 'strange matter.'" Wagner and Sancho are suing the Department of Energy, and others, in Federal court to temporarily halt work on a giant particle accelerator outside Geneva until scientists can satisfy them that it, and the universe, will not go BOOM.