We respect and value the social media editors who share the links that make our job easier. But sometimes, we have no idea what they are talking about. So after a long day spent staring at Twitter, we're sharing our favorites.


A good question, though the timing is slightly off. Which is curious, because Slate could've ask the exact same thing about American sitcoms and Valentine's Day episodes where someone forgets (!!) to buy a gift for their sweetheart. But you haven't heard the turn yet: the sweetheart -- who has been the responsible one for the first 78 episodes -- also forgot to buy a present. So really, they're even: but they don't know that, because it's a situation comedy.

Also money in your pocket: Skipping the dental implant altogether. Or finding someone who can be persuaded to part with one they already have. That's right: we're talking about going up to the head of Amalgamated Implants -- his name is Ted -- and asking if he has any prototypes in his briefcase he wants to get rid of. And if he says yes, say, "Terrific! And it's only going to cost you $6,800."
 


Bruce Greenwood is a pro's pro. And let the record show, he was the only one in Thirteen Days with a serviceable Boston accent. When you do something like that, you're entitled to share a few stories about how Mickey Rourke is still so far out of the race he thinks he's winning. Not Greenwood: he's got a show to promote, he's going to promote it right. It's called The River, and while the buzz hasn't been great, we're not going to challenge Bruce Greenwood when he says it's an enjoyable piece of high-concept television.

But high tea with her stepmother-in-law and Queen Elizabeth isn't until March. Either something's amiss or she's trying to give Richard Lawson a much-needed third-act plot twist for Noble Blood.

"Down with the White Pages!" they say. What about the Blue Pages? We've never needed to place a call to a government listing. And even if we did, the economy is still too unsettled for blue paper. It's white or nothing until further notice. It goes without saying, that your hands, forearms, and face can be used as scrap paper.

Typical media types: always wanting to know more about a famous person's hidden and horrifying side. Just because Jeremy Lin is entertaining America, it doesn't mean he's not entitled to cultivate a completely different persona in private. It's his right to keep whatever he wants hidden from view. This is the United States of America.
 


This is an interesting story actually. Though, right now, it's more of a chilling reminder that you're out of wrapping paper and the CVS in your building closed at 5:30 p.m. today for restocking.
 

Wow! Wow! As strained tweets go, the only way for this to be topped would be for the Italian prosecution to lure Amanda Knox back to Europe via the Got Your Nose! gag.
 


You heard your English sitter. Be good, be formal, and drink up. We have plans for tonight, so until we get back, The Guardian is in charge. Do what he says, even if it means writing 'colour' when you mean 'color.' We'll know what you mean.