Let's take a look back at the Gawker week that was. May 9-14: one of the lesbianiest, softballingest weeks on record.

This week, many things happened. Funny things, sad things, happy things. But mostly dumb things. Lots and lots of dumb things.

This week, Oprah canceled prom because John Cook left. Here are Gawker's scientifically-determined posts of the week, sorted by new visitors in the last hour.

Relive the week that was on your Magical Giant iPod while waiting at the impound lot for ACORN to return your towed non-Subaru car.

Let's take a look back at the Gawker week that was, from health care to Sandra Bullock to drugs.

This week, we attempted to replace a word, we sexted, and we revealed Martha Stewart's hunger for rodent flesh.

We began the week with Oscar fever, and we ended it in a big ol' tickle fight with salty sailors and substance-abusing slut babies.

Merry Oscar Weekend! Your usual compendium of death and sex and television is below.

This week, the Olympics and the political career of our accidental governor both slowly, painfully ground to a halt.

Honestly, who the hell knows what went on this week? It was a weird one!

This week was the usual mix of death, TV, weather, and tax evasion. Plus, the governor didn't resign! Let's relive it together.

This week, everyone had awards fever, imaginary orphans were adopted, and famous scientist Jenny McCarthy was proved wrong about something.

This week, everyone made a lot of jokes about "goddamn phonies" and all that kind of stuff. Also: some journalists got in a bit of trouble with the law, and a guy gave us a giant phone, for elderly people.

This week: everyone took advantage of a crisis for their own gain, someone sold Gay Paradise, and a naked guy won America's heart (and higher legislative body).

This week began with delightful showbiz scandal and quickly turned to unimaginable devastation. For the most part, though, we just talked about the usual shit. (Plus Ke$ha.)

What a week! They feel so different, these 2010s! So fresh, and new! Also, as usual, there was death and terror and crime and greed.

Are you working, still? Seriously? Get to the bar, ASAP! But before you go, click on some of this stuff, maybe?

Even all of your favorite bloggers have taken sweet, sweet Sulzberger severance deals and will no longer be working after 6pm today. Luckily fictional freelancer Betsey Morgenstern was skulking around looking for something to do. She had quite the week!

Everybody's Fine is out! Who's psyched, guys? America is psyched, that is who. Also: this week was about love. The bad kinds of love, with golf clubs and such.

This week, everyone was naked and fighting in public and also there was a book no one read but everyone kept talking about.