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Taking the offensive, Governor Eliot Spitzer said high and low that he's "happy to, going to, look forward to" testify to the State Ethics Commission's investigation, should they want his testimony. The Subdued Steamroller said, "If they call me, I'd love to, and even if they don't, I'd love to send them my statement just because this needs to be clarified and made perfectly clear." Is he taking Ed Koch's advice?

While filing out of the Laura Pels Theatre after Patrick Marber’s Howard Katz, a woman of a certain age was heard exclaiming, “A tour de force!” Having brandished that over-ripe phrase myself on probably too many occasions, I was amazed to hear it applied to the play we’d just sat through. Had I been misusing it all this time? Was the expression actually French for “a total waste of time”?

Mister Cutlets is somewhat of a role model for me . . . maybe even a father figure. We are both food writers. We are both lovers of meat puns (his book is called "Meat Me In Manhattan" and my last post was about a place with the motto "Let's Meat At Sahara.") We've both appointed ourselves absurd nicknames. And we both find it appropriate, even though neither of us are super heroes as far as I can tell, to take on theme songs ("With the bacon and the lamb chops and the scrapple and the ham hocks, Mister Cutlets spend some time with me" written by Life In A Blender West versus "Pickles! Salami! Dumplings! Pastrami! Take a look, grab a bite, put it in your tummy!" written by Jack Dolgen of Sam Champion before, mind you, he ever heard that phenomenal Mister Cutlets theme song.)

Aileen Gallagher, Associate Editor, Mediabistro

If Bloomberg wins another term, we hope he relaxes a bit and tells the police to focus on arresting dangerous criminals, as opposed to bicyclists, political protestors, and street artists. This week's example: harmless graffiti artist Alyce Santoro was putting up one of her cute upside-down Life stickers on Thursday night when she was grabbed by one of those fake-taxi police squads. She has an interesting and amusing account of her incarceration on WoosterCollective today:

Gothamist hasn't had the pleasure of bomb scare drills at our office, but Keith at Teleport City tells us that his building's actual procedure when there is a bomb scare is to :

I am, however, a bit disturbed that the security protocol for people inside a building that could potentially explode (my office sits above Barnes & Noble) is to not let people leave that building. Or, you know, alert them in any way. Had I not been bored and prone to getting up and staring out the window, I never would have been aware that there was a bomb squad guy downstairs and that the bock had been taped off. Oh well, let that be a lesson to the workers of the world: you should frequently get up and stare out the window for a spell.

Eek. Karl Marx never told warned us about this, but we suppose NYPD and the building management company didn't want people freaking out possible buyers at the Sculpture for Living - the tape was probably very discreet.

Molly Jong-Fast, author, The Sex Doctors in the Basement

Live My Teenage Stride are Jedediah Smith (guitar, vocals), Brett Whitmoyer (drums), Michael Hollitscher (bass), Tris McCall (piano, synth, vocals) and Dakkan Abbe (guitar, vocals)