Here in Gotham City, this is the weekend of The New Yorker Festival . It's been a lot of fun before, though you'd never know it from this not-very-engaging slide show of previous fests. Will somebody please clue The New Yorker folks into the technological wonders of the Web? They make the party look dull, like snapshots from a rumpus room circa 1955.

All of today's Fiction Night readings are sold out, except for three pairings — Donald Antrim and Robert Stone's, Charles D'Ambrosio and Richard Price 's, and Maile Meloy and Thomas McGuane 's. Poor kids ... left at the altar. I'd bet they'll be SRO by the time the doors open. Meantime, since it's Friday, let's go out on a low note with laughs: If you haven't seen it yet, "The Gospel of Supply Side Jesus" is just the ticket.