Just when New Yorkers (including one Brooklyn Jooette) were getting all smug and shit about Eliot Spitzer nosing out Jim McGreevey for the title of “Slimiest Governor” (with the help of a Jersey girl, I might add), a new McGreevey story splatters into the fan. This one allegedly involves Jim McGreevey, yet another young, male aide/travel companion, and Mrs. McGreevey in a series of post-TGIF-dinner threesomes.

OK, New York. The ball is in your court.

I took this photo of the window of one of our local Italian bakeries during a ground pound on Sunday.

I had no idea that St. Patrick loved him some excellent cannoli.

As much as I bitch about New Jersey, this is an example of one of the things I love about the place. “St. Patrick’s cannoli” — very cool.

Technodoofus note: The picture is blurred becauseI was hurrying to take it, as the store was open, and I didn’t want the owner to think I was a terrorist, or just some nut who needed his ass kicked. What I thought was a photo turned out to be a three-second video. My buddy Mike, the computer mavin, helped me turn it into a sort-of-a photo.