Whether Lockhart Steele and Jessica Coen's romancing means blogger-on-blogger dating has officially jumped the shark.

Anyone can be found online, but only a few people can be "Internet famous." And Jakob Lodwick (cofounder of College Humor) and Julia Allison (notorious bed hopper and self-made Gawker "celebrity") appear to be the online couple of the moment.

Along with running a Web 2.0 powerhouse and writing a column for a magazine that Gothamist made irrelevant, the two have a knack for documenting and digitizing every moment of their lives—which seem infinitely better than yours.

For starters, their sex life is better than yours. In this week's Time Out New York, Allison claims that geeks are the best in the sack. [Ed: We prefer swimmers.] In case you missed the first allusion to her boyfriend who designs Web sites, she goes on to make a reference to College Humor T-shirts. Oh, cross-promotional young love!

Meanwhile, while you went to see Superbad this weekend, they were off in Amagansett, having a pseudo-public lovers' quarrel and eating corn that tasted like "someone cumming". Sadly, despite footage of Lodwick lip-syncing and putting in eye drops, his videographer doesn't include the fight.

So how will this drama unfold? Who can say! Fortunately, it will probably be documented on Flickr.

And somehow their constant coverage of Julia Allison is evidence of such. Then again, it's Jon Friedman making the argument. But hey, at least they're raking in the cash! Just not as much cash as previously thought. [MW, NYM]

Forwarded via email from a former staffer, the following supposedly appeared on Craigslist for a short while, though we can't find it.

Even more fun: Some people are said to have believed it was fo' realz.

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Finally, a reason to watch Jimmy Kimmel Live! Just kidding, we downloaded this on YouTube, obvs. But it's definitely the best thing Kimmel and his rag-tag team of writers have ever done.

With the possible exception of this. And, of course, this.

Because DailyCandy can't fill every girl's need to obsess about her waist size, Gawker is launching a blog today-ish to fill the void left by all those uneaten calories. Jezebel.com is the much-mongered-about ladies site that, supposedly, will mix women's fashion and media. (Us? We turn to Katrina Szish for that craving, mostly because she'll have a great Jessica Simpson anecdote to go with.)

But the new launch isn't sitting well with everybody. And by "everybody" we mean Atlanta's Jezebel magazine, the luxury glossy from Dickey Publishing. We checked in with an industry soldier over there, who hasn't heard of this "Gawker" thing, nor its "Jezebel blogsite," but is pretty certain Dickey won't be terribly pleased to learn "Dick Denton" is encroaching on their copyright.

Jossip advertiser and ABC late night show host Jimmy Kimmel stepped in for Larry King over the weekend and, among the more rousing topics (of which there are many when compared to King's lazy fare), was the subject of paparazzi and celebrity stalking. Enter Gawker's Emily Gould, guest talking head and liaison between viewers and Gawker Stalker, the site's celeb mapping feature that accounts for a decent portion of the site's measured readership.

Despite what you may think, not all New York bloggers – and not all New York media bloggers – know each other. But we've heard at least two, maybe three, unsolicited compliments about Ms. Gould since her tenure began steering Nick Denton's ship of new media celebrity, so it pains us to say: The most worthwhile part of the interview – besides witnessing a host of Larry King Live ask questions not prepared by the guest's publicist – takes place somewhere between Gould's face expressing disbelief and amazement.

At not having the right answers.

• New Marie Claire style director Cleo Glyde struggled to stay thin. It only took two lipo surgeries later.

• Andy Richter is back on TV. Which explains why we didn't know what the hell that NBC show was in the on-screen guide.

• Portfolio is not doing the Louise MacBain story. Let's hope they're reinvesting their energy in that big Tribune tale.

• Former Page Sixer becomes Post biz editor. Sadly, it's not JPS.

• Us Weekly reporters party with drug addicts. For the sake of reporting.

• New Time has more white space. Less cowbell.

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Hopefully, there is where our coverage of media bowling ends. Last time, it was Josh Stein, of Gawker travel blog Gridskipper, whose face painting caught our attention. Now it's the Comedy Central pizza man, who chimes in to remind everyone that CC "KICKED GAWKER'S BUTTS BY 200 POINTS" last night.

Though, this note grabbed our eye:

We're happy to report that the Comedy Central bowling team (which includes no blog writers — we would have left Logo out of it, personally) …

Is that because Logo staffers have limp wrists and can't throw a ball worth a four-year-old girl in phys ed? Or because their bowling shoes were slicker than your average?

Sometimes you just want to say: Give it a rest. And put your clothes back on. Gridskipper editor Josh Stein brings us the opportunity today to say say just that.

Remember that time when Page Six's newest reporter, Sarah Polonsky, crashed a Daily Newser's birthday party and then barked "don't you know who I am?" when a waitress audaciously brought her the check?

Well, Gawker had a field day covering the Posties' embarrasing new hire, and ultimately Polonksy got the sack after it turned out she was somewhat of a social liability.

Unfortunately for Gawker, the tables have turned, and Page Six had the pleasure of returning the favor this morning:

DON'T expect to see Gawker.com editorial assistant Heather Snodgrass crashing local media and fashion parties again any time soon. Sources told Page Six that because of her behavior at recent events, Snodgrass has been reassigned to an "internal research" project. "She did not last too long under the new watch of [Gawker managing editor] Choire Sicha," said the source, who noted the young event-hopper "would cover Team Party Crash [a regular Gawker feature] events by getting drunk, belligerent, and amorous with the guests." The insider said Snodgrass, an Australian brunette, also made a habit of declaring that she "determined who Gawker hangs out with" when discussing her job description.

And, in more unfortunate news for the Aussie, pictures from Heather's Flickr account have already found their way into our inbox. And while we won't reprint the web addy for you, we will tell you the girl likes her camera…almost as much as she likes her Jim Beam.

• Producers of I Think I Love My Wife wisely encourage Chris Rock not to dump his spouse until after the film's release.

• Kimora Lee Simmons and Djimon Hounsou made out all night at Boulevard 3; other restaurant goers suddenly lose their appetites.

• Is John Mayer dating Jessica Simpson because she's just a dumb blond?

• Paris Hilton faces the possibility of 90-days in jail for driving with a suspended license. Naturally, she won't actually get any jail time because she's very, very rich.

• Pete Doherty is living in sin with Kate Moss and smoking doobies with penguins.

• Someone stole Cate Blanchett's $100,000 handbag before the Oscars, which would have been far more interesting had she actually won.

• American Idol potty-hottie tops an umbrella-wielding Britney Spears as #1 on AOL's Most Searched, Least Talented list.

• Meanwhile, the Barefoot Asian Guy and Karaoke Lounge-Lizard were voted off the show along with two boring chicks.

• Jessica Simpson is the newest "Cheesy Bites" spokesperson, despite having a near-fatal allergy to all things cheese. Snarky guy says, "Wouldn't that make her allergic to her own music, too?"

• While Paris may only be famous for being famous, her social-climbing friends aren't even famous by association.

• Gawker lies about bowling win. What's next, dick size?

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• Jimmy Fallon hopes to become the next Conan O'Brien. All he needs is the official go-ahead, and "much, much funnier" jokes.

• Getty buys WireImage, the Monopoly Man laughs and Jossip editors wonder if this means they'll have to change their password.

• Gawker editors challenge Anne Slowey to an eating duel; sadly, Slowey's too busy getting blitzed on white wine spritzers to even notice.

• Nick Cannon elopes for a quickie wedding in Vegas, prompting many people to ask themselves: who in the hell is Nick Cannon?

• Who will be America's Next Tabloid Trainwreck? You decide.

• More proof that the Jersey Girl on American Idol has great rack, shitty vocals.

• The National Journal thinks media is too obsessed with rich people. "Not true!" shrieks unemployed hotel heiress, Paris Hilton.

• Good news for advertisers: DVR users don't fast-forward all the commercials—just the ones on the programs they've remembered to DVR.

• Times' style editor proves he's "already over" Gawker by dissing Thursgay styles and comparing the blog to "your grandfather."

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