Nothing says irony like the same-day births of Brooke Shields and Tom Cruise’s babies.

“My heart goes out to you; my prayers are with you, and my hopes that my life will not be completely destroyed lie unfortunately entirely in you hards.”

– The last sentence of a letter that Martha Stewart wrote to Judge Miriam Goldman Cedarbaum just one day before she was sentenced to five months in jail.

How can one argue with her husband’s fashion choices, when he tells you, “But Carson says it’s okay.”?

Roger, pulling up in tiny Cruiser behind one big Hummer: “That’s a really big car.”

Lynsey: “Mmm.”

Roger, pulling forward six blocks: “Wow, that really is a big car.”

Lynsey: “Why the hell would you drive a car that big?”

Roger and Lynsey, pulling up beside said really big car, in unison: “Because you’re Jesse Ventura!”

One of the cooler things we saw at NPR headquarters on our vacation last week was the NPR archives. Our tour guide, Alan Stone, took us into a temperature controlled room filled with shelves and shelves of audio files (and even a toaster oven, which once the archivists used to dry out old audio reels). In the back of the room, he pointed out the “obit” shelf: box upon box, each labeled with the names of a famous person, and each containing scripts, audio files and news clippings about those who just might die in the near future. (Boxes included Liza Minelli, the Pope, Saddam Hussein, etc.) The one box our guide pulled out and opened to show us was that of John Gotti’s …. who died yesterday at the age of 61. The contents of that box made it on the air yesterday. Kind of spooky.