We invite devoted Defamer readers to think back now, to almost two years ago to the day. The U.S. dollar dominated global free markets. Whitney Houston was in the middle of a liquor-store-robbery crime spree that left dozens dead. And a little show by the name of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip had captured the imaginations of the American working class, caught up weekly in its by-turns harrowing and inspirational tales from the front lines of the network sketch comedy wars. If you're still with us, you'll too recall Defaker, the Defamer-inspired mock gossip site that attempted to promote the series on NBC.com by opening itself up to visitor comments. Several harsh insights followed ("Aaron Sorkin, I'll be seeing you soon! Posted by: Crack | September 21, 2006 08:30 PM" springs to mind), the site was quickly shuttered, and the ill-conceived exercise was chocked up by the lauded series creator as yet another example of the ugliness that will inevitably spring forth from the anonymous blogging wilds.

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Well, perhaps that headline is a touch hyperbolic, but when I got online this morning to check my pokes work really hard, I was greeted by the banner ad you see at the left. (Suffice to say it was a pleasant change from the usual "26 And Still Single?" varieties.) Anything combining the words "Alan Fletcher" and "musical" is bound to snare my attention - because we all love it when Dr Karl brings that old guitar out of the shed and Susan rolls her eyes - so I clicked through. Cop a load of these highlights from the cast!

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There's nothing we like better here at Defamer Australia than a faintly idiotic human interest story (Cat stuck in tree! Man carries BBQ on motorcycle! Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are still married!) and today's might just be the best ever: introducing Ivy Bean, the world's oldest member of Generation Facebook, at a sprightly 102! That's right, she might have been born in 1905, but Ivy is going to poke you like there's no tomorrow and hit 'Maybe' on all of your event invites - and just wait until you see how many Slayer points she has!

Although Mrs Bean currently only has nine Facebook friends, she said she 'loves being online' and is hoping for many more.

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If you ever wondered whether the politicians who pop up on Facebook are real or just puppets run by glasses-wearing lackeys eating Cheetos, this latest snafu should sort things out for you: a number of Australian pollies have ended up red-faced after the dirty laundry they aired on Facebook inadvertently ended up broadcast to the whole world. Sadly, said dirty laundry was not quite of the "snapped vomiting while doing a backflip at the office Christmas party variety" but, well, beggars can't be choosers, can they?

As sites like Facebook and MySpace become increasingly popular, more politicians are creating profiles to engage with constituents and the community at large.

But, without knowing exactly what they are doing, MPs are getting themselves in to trouble.

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Social networking phenomenon Facebook, everyone's favourite online poke-orgy, was quickly adopted by Hollywood types. As such, buried inside its various features—its Status Updates, its "Wall-to-Wall" graffiti nonsense—there are thousands of showbiz stories just waiting to be discovered. We think of College Road Trip director Roger Kumble, who admitted he was "trying not to hit refresh on Rotten Tomatoes" the day reviews came out accompanied by their dreaded green splat. In that vein, we bring you a screengrab fresh off the home page of comic Orny Adams, best known for being the younger, hungrier ying to Jerry Seinfeld's richer-than-God yang in the stand-up doc Comedian. His status updates—one at 8:12 a.m., the next 6:50 p.m.—tell a whole Hollywood story unto themselves:

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First the 21st birthday debacle and now this - Nikki Webster's heartache at a recent split with a fellow has been splashed all over Facebook, although it's Nikki who is doing the splashing...

The self-styled "gay icon" has had a recent run of bad luck having split with her mystery boyfriend and endured a nightmarish lost luggage incident. As a result the former Olympic Games princess has been pouring her heart out on her Facebook page.

Nothing wrong with that! Isn't it what social networking sites are for? Spilling your guts and picking up virtual strangers?

I loved this piece of Anthony Robbins-esque inspiration one of her Facebook chums left on her wall, too.

But Nikki, who describes herself as "looking for a relationship" on the site, has been flooded with messages of support following the break-up: "I'm sure whoever that mean boy is is wishing for your sweet, SWEET strawberry kisses Nikki," writes one Facebook friend.

Note to self: add Nikki Webster as a Facebook friend, and then make countless Strawberry Kisses based gags on her wall.

Hot on the heels of the recent Art Monthly cover debacle (shame on you, K-Rudd! You made a little girl cry!) I am saddened to report that the seemingly endless and totally tedious Art World versus Moral Australia battle appears to be continuing, and this time Olympic champ Michael Klim is the villain!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THIS PICTURE, KLIM? THAT'S A NEKKID BEBBEH ON YOUR BARE ADULT CHEST!

If you're as outraged as I am, you can join the Facebook group "Protest Michael Klim's Child Pornography Photo Shoot", created by decency watch dog, Triple J breakfast host, and all round cheeky monkey Lindsay "The Doctor" McDougall.

While you're at it, you may like to also sign up to the "Oh DO Fuck Off, Hetty Johnson" collective as well.

Good morning, and happy Monday tidings to you all,

Just a quick note to let you know that our wonderful Associate Editor Clem "Clam Bestof" Bastow has established a Facebook page for this very website, because we are always looking for ways to "embrace the web" and something something 2.0.

So if you're on Facefuck and feel like telling the world "Yes, internet chums, I have nothing much to do during the day and thus spend far too much time on a pop culture obsessed blog, often only logging off when my eyes begin bleeding and I start having nightmares about Nikki Webster!" then click on this link and become, as they say, "a fan".

Your humble Editor,

Jess

Day by day, his totally hip and groovy credentials slip away - now Kevin Rudd has taken a leaf out of Channel Seven and Swimming Australia's book and banned his staffers from using Facebook!

Well, he's asked them - probably politely - to remove themselves from the social networking site, but still. Exactly what for isn't made entirely clear by this article, though we are left to assume it's a preventative measure in order to avoid potential "embarrassment".

The request follows the publication at the weekend of pictures posted on Facebook that were taken by Mr Rudd's executive assistant Mr John Fisher while he was travelling overseas with the Prime Minister.

Seriously though, can't Kevin just update his privacy settings and go about in a flurry of de-tagging? Make a friend list, Kevin!

When Lindsay Lohan falls off the wagon, she falls hard. So hard, in fact, that she spent this past weekend traipsing around New York in what appears to be a long and eventful whopper of a bender. As we reported yesterday, Lindsay spent her Saturday night downing Grey Goose with new roomie Samantha Ronson before promptly (and nostalgically) passing out in a car. But today's NY Post informs us that the night before was far more eventful. Tagging along with Ronson to the Beatrice Inn on Friday night for one of the chain-smoking DJ's gigs, whatever mysterious substances were floating through Lohan's system manifested into a screaming match directed towards teeny tiny Ashley Olsen:

"Ashley Olsen said hello to Sam at the Beatrice, and Lindsay screamed at her, 'Get your 15-year-old Full House arse away from my girlfriend.'"

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