• Harriett Miers has withdrawn her Supreme Court Justice nomination. Let's hope Bush's next pick has much better hair.

• A British army sergeant suspected cadet Prince Harry had the name of his girlfriend inked on his royal arse. So Harry was shouted an order: "drop your pants and show me your backside!" Funny enough, this was all part of a fantasy we had just two nights ago.

• Word is Siegfried abuses and drugs up his tiger-clawed boyfriend, Roy Horn. Roy has even resorted to concealing a secret cell phone and knife "to protect himself." Why didn't they incorporate this kind of material into their sleep-inducing Vegas show?

• A Pennsylvania student is being punished for writing that gays are "subhuman" on his blog. We're sure he meant superhuman.

•Mr. Star Jones, Al Reynolds, was left to suffer in a confined jail cell with other masculine convicts for 12 hours. 12 hours we say! And despite phone calls to his beard, um, wife, she never showed up at the police station. Star always did struck us the compassionate type.

• The anti-gay flyers showing up in Texas are great reading material. The line that reads queers "troll for homo sex at 'gay' bars" made us snort out or morning latte. It also left us wondering what goes on in all of those chaste "straight" watering holes. Bible reading and gospel singing? Um, no. (via Andy)

• The Princeton Review ranks the most gay-friendly and least gay-friendly schools in the country. Not surprisingly, Starbucks cup-banning Baylor University ranks pretty high in the "get those queers away from us" category.

• Lady Bunny has some makeover tips for Harriet Miers. We hope her suggestions help but we fear the only effective solution involves a face lift and lipo.

• Kansas sex offenders who commit gay acts on underage victims will no longer be more severely punished than their hetero counterparts. Fair is fair now, people, so stay away from juvie tail!

• Hellbent isn't the only gay horror movie out this Hallwoeen. There's hunky competition with the indie October Moon.

• Dr. Who's bi sidekick is getting his own show which we just know will be titled Dr. Q.

There aren't many places we'd rather be for Halloween than West Hollywood's annual Carnaval. L.A.’s Boy's Town puts on quite a show for about half a million costumed queens (well, vanilla straights are allowed, too) spread out over one mile on Santa Monica Boulevard.

Tinseltown is filled with movie make-up artists and FX specialists so be prepared to be blown away by highly elaborate costumes, many of them creative and timely. We predict mascara-smeared Harriet Miers drag queens to dominate this year amid a sea of old staples like giant dildos and bare asses.

Out-of-towners will need a place to stay during this Halloween romp and our first recommendation is the sinful Chateau Marmont where John Belushi got a little too friendly with his little buddy, heroin. Rooms and bungalows can be pretty pricey so a much cheaper (and closer) option is the Wyndham Bel Age. It has a rooftop pool with a breathtaking view of the Sunset Strip and the Viper Room, where adorable River Phoenix took his last breath.

If you get thirsty, you’ll want to duck into a bar and in WeHo, there’s only one place to go: The Abbey. This Vatican-loving hot spot is right off the main Carnaval route.

Quite fittingly, this year's Queen of the West Hollywood Carnaval is repressed American Idol host Ryan Seacrest. For him to take on that title he must either have an incredible sense of humor or he might finally make a big announcement that night. We’re crossing our fingers for the latter.

•So Miers isn't that bad. More than we can say for most Bush appointees.

•We knew they were gay. What we didn’t know was that the Teletubbies are cokeheads. Makes sense. Via Popbitch.

•“Playing dual piano?” Is that Condoleezza’s way of saying, “carpet munching?” We think so.

•Queen has a new lead singer. The thought of replacing our #1 gay in heaven Freddie Mercury did not initially sit well with us. But after listening to Paul Rodgers’ take on "Bohemian Rhapsody" we’re no longer skeptical. He manages to sound himself while honoring Mr. Mercury at the same time.

•Where does Sean Cody find them? Seriously. We need to know. Not safe for work.

•Hell. Where does Michael Lucas find them? Seriously. We need to know. Not safe for work.

The second Queerty heard that Harriet Miers had been nominated to the Supreme Court, we Googled. Her name, and “gay rights.” 310 hits, not a one without Harriet’s name together with a phrase like “Gay rights groups promise vigorous scrutiny of next justice.”

Yes or no; are gay rights the salient civil rights question of our era? Yes or no: even if gay rights were below importance to rebuilding levees and making the nation energy independent, would they still be essential?

What kind of a throwback nominates to the Supreme Court somebody who has not spoken in favor of gay rights at a time like this? Could it be the same W. who spoke in favor of amending the constitution to ban marriage for gay people? This Harriet lady did, after all, serve as a key legal advisor to Bush on legislation such as the anti-marriage amendment and the Marriage Protection Act. Pardon us, but we’d like to know where she stood. Wondering what you can do? Contact your Congress-people and Senators. Let them know you don’t want your rights Mier-ed in a retrogressive Supreme Court “justice.”

We can’t imagine why you’d want to look at a scripted Q&A with Harriet in which most of the Q’s begin “Congratulations to the Bush administration” but the farce is available here.

• Bush nominates spinster Harriet Miers to the Supreme Court. Honestly, how many dykes does the Court really need?

• You've seen the grainy pics, now see the shaky grainy video. Kate Moss + Coke = 4 minutes of snorting fun!

• We helped liberate Poland from the Nazis just to end up with the possibility of having homophobic twin brothers in power?

• Margaret Cho announces on her own blog that the gay-free All-American Girl DVD will be out in January. Let the bitch-fest commentary begin.

• Who needs marriage legalized in all 50 states when we can all just skip over to Massachusetts and get hitched? Well, sort of.