Never let it be said that I don't emulate Gawker Founding Editor Elizabeth Spiers. Yes, I also have pin-up posters of Christopher Hitchens in my girlish bedroom. But I don't mean that.

Like Lizzie "Borden" Spiers before me, my trusty laptop exploded this weekend. So it's not that I'm ignoring your emails, or discarding your incredible Gawker Stalker items. It's merely that everything is... difficult to access right now. Also I'm busily trying to convince a number of media moguls to buy me a G4 laptop so I can mock them with it. See how that works?

As Neal Pollack put it this morning in an email, "What is it about Gawker writers and their crashing computers? Are you people poor or something?" Dear God no. We just don't understand that cocktails and laptops should be kept separated.

And the interns are no use! The moment technology goes haywire, whether it be computers or metal in the microwave, they start screaming and flailing their arms. Gawker HQ looks like a crackhouse. In any event: just have some sympathy for the devil today and tomorrow.

Many airkisses,

Choire Sicha, Editor