Like some kind of alternative paper Terri Schiavo, The New York Press continues to cling ever so tenuously to life. (Also, it's completely brain-dead.) While we're sure that most of you are shocked to hear that the paper still publishes at all, we're semi-shocked to hear a rumor that Jim Knipfel, one of the last Pressmen to have written for the paper when it was more than just Charmin for the indigent, has been let go. We're not sure about this (we've been wrong before), so if anyone out there has further information, please let us know. We'd pick up a paper ourselves, but we'd just as soon not have a hand full of tramp turds.