My NY1 colleague Jamie Shupak is in the New York Post this morning. She’s profiled in the “At Home With” Real Estate feature. Jamie’s search for an apartment “she could cook in for under $2,000 a month” led her to a 300-square-foot studio in the West Village.

The Spider-Man reviews are in—take two. They are better this time though fall quite short of rave. In general, the critics seemed to be giving the troubled show the benefit of the doubt despite it’s many false starts and foibles.

I imagine zoo animals get very tired of eating the same thing, day in and day out. So who’s to blame this lion for looking outside his cage for a little amuse bouche? The Sun Sentinel caught the hungry lion licking his chops on tape as a small boy toddled by, unperturbed that he was being contemplated as a menu option. Hilarious.

It’s bad enough that the tabloids come up with half a dozen deliberate “Weiner” puns every day. Do we need CNN to add to it? I assume this “Weiner Faces Mounting Pressure” headline was not intended to be funny.

Today’s Starbucks Alter Ego comes from Eliot. He says he’s received so many cups with alternate spellings of his name that he finally broke down and bought a customized Starbucks card with his name and preferred drink printed on the front. That’s why he was so surprised to hear the barista call out, “I’ve got a Grande Soy Chai for Denzel!”

Today’s Starbucks Alter Ego comes from Dean. He writes: I’ve gotten ‘Din’, ‘Dene’, ‘Dien’, etc., but this is definitely the most interesting spelling of Dean I’ve encountered so far. Needless to say, it was a bit awkward walking around the office holding a Starbucks cup labeled ‘Beer.’” We can imagine.

There’s more proof this morning that bike thieves will stop at nothing—not even a tree. A surveillance camera video, posted on YouTube, shows a group of men in Brooklyn stealing a bike by chopping down the entire tree to which it was chained. And after going to all that trouble and ruining the tree, they left without the bike.

Today’s Starbucks Alter Ego comes from a woman named Tracy. She writes: “Every day when I go to the Starbucks on Broadway and 37th. They ask my name, I respond with ‘Tracy’ [and] this is what I get in return, every single time…..like seriously, why would that be my name!?” We agree. It would be crazy it that was her name.

Start with a brilliant Daily Show fake press conference. Add an unintended (and thankfully not too serious) injury.