The new website that lets you announce your good luck in bed immediately. A sportswriting legend may be a child molester. And could North Koreans really be all that sad?

This is one of those “I cannot believe this guy actually thought this was a good idea” kinds of stories.

There’s a new iPhone app out there called “I Just Made Love.” What it allows men to do (and really, only men would do this) is to immediately tell the world that they just had sex, with whom, and where the coitus took place. Users can also tag whether it was indoors or outdoors (always key information), what position the love was made in, and, my favorite part, whether protection was used or not.

As disgusting as this sounds already, wait till you hear this: It’s already been downloaded and used more than 200,000 times.

Ladies, if your boyfriend or husband uses this thing, I think it’s legal grounds for breakup or divorce in all 50 states. Well, maybe not Nevada. Everything seems to be different in Vegas.

**From a silly story to a horrifying one. Bill Conlin is a sportswriting legend, a man who for four decades was the most influential and powerful voice in Philadelphia.

A big, blustering blowhard of a man, Conlin made few friends thanks to his gruff manner but was a sensational, blistering writer. I loved reading him when I was at school in Delaware and got the Philly papers regularly.

Well, I’ll never think of Conlin again after Tuesday, when it was revealed that he may be just another Jerry Sandusky. Four people, three men and one woman, have come forward and said Conlin sexually molested them when they were children. It’s a despicable tale that sadly has become awfully familiar in the sports world in the last few months.

The horrifying details are here. I so admire the courage of the victims coming forward, but again I am disgusted that, according to this story, so many grownups knew about this abuse and didn’t go to the police.

**Finally, I want to weigh in on these videos, like the one above, of North Koreans bawling, weeping, and basically crying their eyes out over the death of Kim Jong-Il over last weekend. I’ve seen lots of debate online about whether these people were really, truly broken up, or if they were acting so as to curry favor with Il’s son, Kim Jong-Un.

People have wondered how starving North Koreans could really be that broken up about the death of an evil dictator who denied them food. Others thought that maybe the North Koreans are brainwashed.

Me? I say if those people are all acting, get them to Hollywood. Because that is some damn impressive fake crying. I mean really, Academy Award-worthy stuff. It’s like they had a competition and said “OK, who can sound the most upset?”

Why Bill Clinton still fascinates and frustrates me

So I found myself thinking about Bill Clinton again Tuesday night, because once again, he has ridden into the spotlight on his steed. Apparently he convinced Kim Jong Il, our little friend in North Korea, to release the two American journalists who were captured back in March for allegedly entering the country illegally.

Clinton flies into Pyongyang, schmoozes for many hours with possibly the craziest world leader going right now (Hugh Chavez and Robert Mugabe, my apologies), and then he and Euna Lee and Laura Ling get on a plane and suddenly, POOF!, the Americans have been pardoned and all is right with the world and there’s the big guy smiling and will someone please get this man a cigar?

Now, a couple of things before I get to my main point: One, a decent argument could be made that since Ling and Lee allegedly admitted to illegally entering the country, they were indeed guilty and American power should not have been used to free them. To quote a person I know, “They knew what they were doing was wrong, did it anyway, got caught, and now, because America is America, they get to come home.” I’m not saying it would be a popular argument, but you could make it.

And before we all excoriate Mr. Clinton for hogging the spotlight, apparently many other negotiators were involved in the freeing of the “North Korea Two”, and many other statesmen were considered before the North Koreans expressly asked that Bubba be involved at the end (This made me laugh for some reason, like the North Koreans are some TV talk show show director and an agent is pitching guests: “No, we don’t want Jimmy Carter or Al Gore, give us someone bigger”).

Still, this episode is No. 4,545 in the Bill Clinton file in my mind as I try to figure out how I feel about the 42nd President of the United States. Seriously, I go back and forth on him like a kid choosing between the hot fudge sundae or the seven layer cake. Rarely do I feel the same way about him twice in a row, if you know what I mean.

Sometimes I hate him and get so angry that he wasted so much of his time as the most powerful man on Earth shtupping interns and getting bogged down in scandal after scandal. Other times I marvel at his brilliant mind, tremendous fund-raising prowess, and skillful powers of pursuasion.

I hated him when he played sewer-water dirty in the presidential campaign of 2008, showing how incredibly desperate he was to get back into the White House. I admired him when he helped Barack Obama win.

Why, I sometimes raged during the 1990s, does a man with so many extraordinary gifts have to have so many extraordinary flaws? And why now, as he does so many great things world-wide, with the Clinton Foundation raising billions to help so many outstanding causes, does he still say and so many stupid things?

One memory often shoots to the front of my mind when I think about Clinton: When I volunteered for the John Edwards for President campaign in New Hampshire in the winter of 2003-04, I stayed with a couple who had worked for Clinton in 1992 and ’96. I will always remember the sheer wonder and thrill in their eyes when they talked about meeting him, and how he made them feel important, and how I felt like for a few minutes like they were 9 years old and talking about meeting a rock star. The guy just has that effect on people.

I hate him. I love him. I hate him. I love him. I hate him. I love him.  I honestly don’t know how he’ll be treated by history, nor do I know how I’ll feel about him tomorrow.

I just know he’s endlessly fascinating, because he’s so damn human.

P.S. So for those people who think Keith Olbermann of MSNBC, who has turned into an amazing voice for liberals in this country, only calls out Republicans, here’s some proof he hates all political scumbags, Democrats included. This health care thing is making me madder and madder, as we drift further away from a solution: