Jim: On the theme of Wonkette’s new Time gig and her huge advances (and not-so-swell-selling book), here’s more news about those who have gotten huge advances and not-so-huge sales:

HBO is plowing ahead with a sitcom based on “The Washingtonienne,” the D.C.-set novel inspired by Cutler’s blog of same name in which she discussed her exploits with a boatload of men around town in such glorious detail.

The pay-cable network project is being developed by Sarah Jessica Parker’s Pretty Matches production company.

(BookStandard noticed that The Washingtonienne has sold 14,000 units, as tracked by Nielsen BookScan, since coming out June 1.  14,000 x $23.95 = $335,300. Her advance was $300,000, according to an invasion of privacy suit. The advance is taken out against the author’s share of profits from sales; my back of the envelope calculation of Cutler’s share of the sales is between $40,000 and $50,000. Unless I’m missing something, her publisher must have taken a loss on this deal, and a pretty big one.)

But anyway - of all the tales of Washington that HBO could tell, we need to hear the romantic troubles of a woman who sleeps around Capitol Hill? I know lots of people who work on the Hill. By and large, they’re decent, largely boring, often idealistic folk who have come to D.C. to make a difference, and are willing to work long hours for low wages in order to make some impact in the political world and legislation. It’s not sexy or glamorous.

I dread this program, and I cannot understand why the world keeps throwing more fame and fortune at a woman best known for sleeping around and putting her exploits up on the web. I’m not quite sure who was reading her blog anyway; who wants to hear about the sexual adventures of an entry-level Hill staff assistant doing the horizontal mambo with committee staffers? I mean, I’d rather read the ramblings of three guys who used to meet at a bar…

(briefly passes out from irony)

By the way - the woman herself once said, “I was only blogging for, what, less than two weeks? Some people with blogs are never going to get famous, and they’ve been doing it for, like, over a year. I feel bad for them.”

Cam: What’s not to understand? Hollywood loves a whore. If you, Jim Gerahty, had been Condi’s boy-toy, you too would be well on your way to being a millionaire. If Marshall had been selling his body to the likes of Elizabeth Dole, he’d be rolling in the bucks. If I got caught sleeping with Sarah Brady… well, you should slap me upside the head, but you get the idea.

It’s all about sex and scandal. Hollywood loves it, the book publishers love it, even though the jury’s out on how much mainstream America loves it. I know that I personally have better things to do than to watch what the latest celebrity whore is up to these days.

Jim: My relationship with Condi is NONE of your business!

 No Secretary of State ever looked this good in these boots. Sorry, George Schultz.