I'm off to Des Moines (home of soybeans, corn, and the Vanity Fair demographic) for two days and Gawker Publisher Nick Denton will be blogging, but before I go, I leave you with the condensed version of my roman-a-clef about my three days at the New York Post's Page Six last week. (If the success of Lauren Weisberger's Vogue novel, The Devil Wears Prada, is any indicator of demand for this sort of thing, I expect a bidding war to erupt immediately):

As Liz (ahem) "Smith" walked hurredly toward the door of the News Cor Media Corporation building, she thought "I'm working for a Ruper Mupert Rurdoch publication..."

"Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it..."

And she didn't.

The end.