Newsmakers: Rainn Wilson, Donald & Martha

Rainn Wilson plays Dwight Schrute, the office nerd that everybody loves to hate in "The Office." He spoke with NEWSWEEK's Nicki Gostin.

Rainn Wilson: Absolutely. In the episode we're shooting, I'm singing at the top of my lungs Tom Petty's "I Won't Back Down" with my fingers in my ears and I'm thinking, "Oh my God, I am such a p---k, but I'm getting paid lots of money to be an ass."

I've always really felt a connection for the outsider, alienated, outcast type of person. I feel for those characters and I don't mind looking dorky and ridiculous.

Yeah, on It's called Schrute-Space. I write it when I'm sitting around on the set doing background work. I'll have 20 minutes, and I'll pound out a blog.

Not a dime. I do it for my love of the art of blogging. It fits in perfectly for Dwight because he loves to lecture to the world. He has his theories about Valentine's Day, the show "Lost," robots. He holds forth on a number of topics.

My real name is Randy. I'm lying. Yes, it is very pretentious. I had hippie parents, dude, come on!

Uh, yeah, they did. I was scarred because of it and I play all these weird, retarded characters because of the emotional scars, Nicki!

Holiday. I know it's crazy. I should have married a Debbie. But our son is named Walter. Went back to old school.

What did we start? The celebrity smackdown between Martha and the Donald all began when she told NEWSWEEK that her "Apprentice" show failed because Trump wouldn't let her fire him on the air and clear the way for her to take over the boardroom. Trump flipped his wig, er, blew his top. In a venomous Dear Martha letter (released to the media), he accused her of lying about the plan to dump him "just as you made up your sell order of ImClone," which sent her to prison. Ouch! But wait. Is this real or just reality TV? Here's a hint: while Trump ranted to us about Martha, he managed to mention: "You know, my show opens on Monday night." There's really only one person who can resolve this: paging Dr. Phil.

Someone should have told Prince Charles that royals are just supposed to wave serenely from gilded carriages. Now he's gone to the High Court to stop a London tabloid from printing his jaundiced journals. So far we've learned that he called Chinese leaders "appalling old waxworks" and bemoaned flying business class while Tony Blair rode up front. Maybe next time he'll keep a stiff upper lip--shut.