The mystery of who sent the anthrax letters may finally be solved, and it's like the most random plot twist to a James Patterson novel (not that either of us has ever read a novel by James Patterson, but the advertisements for them on the Metro make it seem like a good simile). Steven Hatfill gets his millions, his apparent nemesis kills himself and we dissect it all! Also, for good measure, we check in with Thailand, Pakistan, Daniel Craig's abs, the Dead Milkmen, Spencer-in-absentia, the pill that eliminates exercise, earnings numbers that Moe, naturally, understands better than me, parties that I really should've been invited to, and my hidden emo streak. What do I have to get emo about? Well that's after the jump.