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It was a week of bizarre, embarassing headlines at DCist. The trial of the local administrative law judge who sued his cleaners for $54 million over a pair of missing pants left everyone shaking their heads. Then the capital city was nearly brought to its knees, twice, by poop. Finally D.C. contemplated taking Vermont's place as a state and marveled at the GOP lessons learned from the "Macaca Moment."

Due to some sad shootings in the Western Addition neighborhood, SFist needed to engage in a little escapism. They also got some kicks by making fun of an embattled member of the SF Board of Supervisors. They reviewed Mike Daisey's phenomenal (and long!) show, playing in Berkeley. Then, back to sobering: a conversation with San Francisco Chronicle editor Phil Bronstein about some of that paper's troubles. McSweeney's, whose home base is in San Francisco, announced some money troubles of their own, and an associated sale. Luckily, no matter the locale, folks can find out where it's safe to pee.

Compiled and edited by Jillian Ashley Blair Ivey.

Photo of the bomb squad trying to gain entrance to the Postal Museum earlier this week by DCist reader and Flickr user Diggin, used by permission. Apparently the man in the bomb suit is throwing up his arms because the doors were locked.

[The rest of the -ists after the jump!]

Holy smokes! Giant fish on the MTA, Paris Hilton in jail, then out, then in again, Al Gore, goatses, blumpkins, Matt Damon, and baby art critics! It's been a busy week across the Ist-A-Verse, and here's a smattering of what's been going on.

In Gothamist's neck of the woods, they found out that many things are possible: A man caught a 40+ pound fish off the Rockaways and took it home on the subway. Graffiti artists got mad at a man who compiled a book of their work, claiming their works (on public spaces) are copyrighted. They learned it's possible to order drinks besides [fill-in-the-blank] tonics, and that energy drinks can cause three-day erections. And also that people can even get arrested when asking for a cop's badge number.

It's been one of those Hollywood weeks for LAist. Forget that Paris Hilton is going back to jail for part two of her stay. The important and sad thing is that Bob Barker of the Price Is Right is leaving! No tears were wept as LAist live-blogged from the MTV Movie Awards, but there were some when the Stanley Cup ended up in Orange County. Helene Elliott covered the games for the LA Times and LAist covered her with an interview. Also on the interviewing block: Editor Tony Pierce for his one-year anniversary with LAist, and the star on HBO's John from Cincinnati, Austin Nichols.

Phillyist was told they were horny by hilarious stand-up comedian Paul Mecurio (to whom they introduced themselves with great confidence) and happily watched the Phillies win one, for a change. They worried that some local fuel-oil purveyors were engaging in unwise activity, wondered about the fate of an early-90s band, marvelled at the accomplishments of some local engineering sstudents, and caught live music with teenyboppers – of sorts.

SFist was out, about, and active all week – notably, with a contest where readers' ideas to fix AT&T Park could earn them Giants' tix! They're also hoping San Francisco wins Yahoo's Greenest Cities contest, and the ten hybrid taxis that go with it. They talked to Kevin Rose: "Digg that!" SFist's "Blocker" kept examining the city on a micro-level. Finally, SFist got a photo and had a small discussion on a gated community with a not-so-multi-ethnic history.

Compiled and edited by Jillian Ashley Blair Ivey. Photograph by Rodney Calhoun, via Gothamist.

[The rest of your -ists, after the jump! A new panda in DC? They are so lucky!!! Also -- mocking OUR spelling bee champ? That ain't right. Well, maybe it is. --SFist eds.]

Seattlest has a talk with the photographer from last week's "Segway Mom" and then experiences some dissension in the ranks over the question of wine vs. beer. It's not West Side Story, but about as close as they'll get. They're also still waiting on some inbox relief after a spammer is arrested.

As Chicagoist counts down the days to its third anniversary party, they found all-organic pizza to be underwhelming amidst the hoopla, tried to stay on the good side of Jack White (unlike a DJ who played the unreleased new White Stripes record on-air), detailed the rules and regulations behind sidewalk cafes , and beat up a little more on their favorite political whipping boy.

Phillyist denied the sudden onslaught of summer by taking a look at their snow-covered downtown. But, as much as they may deny it, they know that it's warm outside, and that means baseball, even if it's not particularly good baseball. When the Phillies aren't depressing them, though, they're catching awesome live shows, eating awesome Spanish food, admiring responsible dog owners, and reminding their readers to support small bands.

Torontoist had one hell of a busy week. Besides being the first media outlet to get photos of the interior of the gorgeous Daniel Libeskind redesign 0f the largest museum in Canada, they found their prime minister on Facebook (sorta), and interviewed the brain behind PostSecret, Frank Warren. They launched a new feature, Touch Up Toronto (inspired by Londonist's project over the past year). Finally, they decided to give up on Amato, their (now ex-)favourite pizza place in the city.

DCist spent the week asking the tough questions, like whether cops on Segways are hilarious, or helpful, and whether the good people behind Esquire magazine actually know where the best bar in D.C. is. More seriously, they also questioned a plan to close a popular nightclub because a shooting happened outside it, and a heated debate emerged after they wondered if unsupervised kids were back to throwing rocks and attacking people in the Columbia Heights neighborhood. Finally they launched their new wine column, because the real question is, what are you drinking tonight?

Austinist was thrilled that a local landmark finished renovations, but saddened that another classic watering hole might close because of zoning problems. Tickets for the Austin Film Festival went on sale, and a bunch of extraordinary students from the University of Texas embarked on a 4,500-mile ride to Alaska. Local police turned down a chance to be on "Cops", which was still not as disappointing as the Texas House failing to get rid of its speaker. Austinist finally learned what $335.9 million worth of assorted drugs looked like, and are awfully fond of a local buzz band.

If you wear Hooker shoes at Dodger Stadium, LAist is going to catch you (and no Kosher Hot Dogs? What's with that?). Huge news in town is that Kobe Bryant is leaving the Lakers (or maybe... not). In other sports news, bikini races at Hollywood Park anyone? Unfortunately at the Silver Lake Trader Joes, you need to race across the street if you want to stay alive. To rest off all those sporty activities, Los Angeles has another movie theatre full of posh fun including alcoholic drinks, assigned and cushy seating and free parking.

A lot of things to watch at SFist this week. There was a little whale watching, with a mother and calf that had lost their way. With shock, awe, and amusement, they checked out Google's new "street level view" maps. SFist watched and positively reviewed the RiffTrax show. They saw an L.A. paper's take on perhaps their most famous 'hood, The Haight. The whole nation watched on pins and needles as a Bay Area resident won the national spelling bee. All of this while the city ran from zee-oh-em-bee-eye-ee-ess.

Bostonist watched as the Red Sox' Kevin Youkilis continued his consecutive game hitting streak to 23, and started up his very own blog (they even created a slick "has a posse" graphic), took a lesson from Chicago voting (vote early and often) and figured out how to make those 25 all-star votes count best for the Sox. Baseball isn't the only sport in town - the Patriot's Tom Brady is on the platform of a candidate in the commonwealth, or, more precisely his "equipment." The Mooninites attack Boston again, this time using fax machines. And Passim is named top hub club, but it's not the 70's anymore.

Londonist are beginning to think they live in the world's most surreal city. First, there's the High Court judge who speaks in poetry. Then, there's the man who ate a corgi to protest about Prince Phillip shooting animals. And if the royals aren't killing foxes, the suburban giant cats are.

Gothamist marked the final week of May with Manhattanhenge, that day of the year when the sun is lined up with streets perfectly. Gothamist wondered if a Harlem minister's suggestion that the way to save Harlem would be to boycott businesses made sense and thought about the many faces of Rudy Giuliani. The hungry Big Apple blog also enjoyed a delicious meal at Bo Ssam and was impressed by a middle school's noble fight against graffiti. And then there was the City Council fight over naming a street after a radical black activist, that prompted a number of verbals fights, including "jokes" of assassination and criticism of Thomas Jefferson.

Also, check out other favorite stories from Houstonist, Shanghaiist and Sampaist!

Photographs, top to bottom, from Torontoist, Chicagoist's third anniversary invite, Dapper Dan J for SFist