​Only one third of singles expect to get laid on Valentine's Day -- about the same number that Facebook stalk their exes, a new study reveals.

The survey of 515 self-identified singles, conducted by Facebook dating app Areyouinterested.com, finds that 33 percent plan on winding up in bed on what's marketed as the most commercialized romantic day of the year. (Gross.)

Apparently, singles are not deterred by blind dates -- 74 percent would totally meet up with a stranger "indicating singles are not intimidated by the romantic pressure the holiday typically brings."

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​Love is supposed to be everlasting. Unfortunately for many, the only permanent thing to come out of a relationship is an incurable sexually transmitted disease.

And that's why Cyrus Sullivan, of Portland, Ore., claims that he runs STD Carriers Disease Control and Prevention Services, a website that lists claimed and confirmed carriers by their names, locations, descriptions, and sometimes their photos.

The database is completely open to the public -- you don't have to login to browse the listings, and many of the recently added carriers' pics are displayed prominently on the site's front page. Users submit photos freely. There are about 1,500 listings.

From the workmanlike design and sluggish flash slideshow and bizarre comparisons between Pearl Harbor's "hostile Asian men" and STD awareness, you might get the impression that Sullivan, who also runs an online reputation-management business, operates with a tongue-in-cheek M.O.

And you'd be wrong: Sullivan is for real and his work (for better or for worse) is heartfelt, -- and he has updated his site just in time for Valentine's Day.

From the mission statement: "It is our goal that by promoting the sharing of information that we can ultimately protect you health from dangerous diseases while protecting your civil liberties and providing quality entertainment."

Oh boy.

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​As Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark prepares to reopen Tuesday in a -- as the promos boast -- "reimagined" fashion, former director Julie Taymor is gone, but not forgotten. Or at least she doesn't want to be forgotten since she's apparently owed $300,000 in royalties. The Stage Directors and Choreographers Society filed an arbitration claim yesterday against the Spider-Man producers for Taymor. According to the New York Times, the union's executive director said in a statement that producers have not paid her any royalties and they have "absolutely no right, legally and ethically, to withhold royalties that are due to her." Taymor is still listed on the show's revised Playbill as a book co-writer and with "original direction by." The saga continues, and maybe the new version won't elicit as many bad words. One only hopes that someone soon writes a musical or a comic book about the making of this comic book musical. [NY1, NYT]

​Hunter S. Thompson went so you don't have to:

The rest of the day blurs into madness. The rest of that night too. And all the next day and night. Such horrible things occurred that I can't bring myself even to think about them now, much less put them down in print. I was lucky to get out at all. One of my clearest memories of that vicious time is Ralph being attacked by one of my old friends in the billiard room of the Pendennis Club in downtown Louisville on Saturday night. The man had ripped his own shirt open to the waist before deciding that Ralph was after his wife. No blows were struck, but the emotional effects were massive. Then, as a sort of final horror, Steadman put his fiendish pen to work and tried to patch things up by doing a little sketch of the girl he'd been accused of hustling. That finished us in the Pedennis.

Tune in to the Kentucky Derby today at 5 p.m.

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​It's summer, and as we all know, many businesses get slow in the summer. Media is one of these businesses, and in media, you have to diversify in order to stay afloat, or something. It's bad enough you have to concern yourself with the terrible fate of blogger burnout in this heat! But making that extra summer scrilla, too? Well, we here at Runnin' Scared have found a cool way for us to avoid putting ourselves in danger of anything but helping you look cool.

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​Every four years, Americans adopt the rest of the world's favorite pastime. And this year for the World Cup, Puma partnered with South Street Seaport restaurant Red to create New York's booziest soccer cash cow: Puma City, a pop-up soccer amusement park, which opened today to throngs of unemployed or work-ditching soccer fans.

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We'd like to welcome our new office neighbor for the day, President Barack Obama, who got started speaking at the Cooper Union about five minutes ago. In the meantime, Cooper Square and the East Village has turned into a bona fide shitshow.

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