Hopefully you're enjoying the fantastic new redesign here at Gawker. We're aware that there are still a few unresolved issues, but rest assured that our tech team is working diligently to address them. On the less diligent side, nobody is doing shit about our fucking servers, which hinders our ability to post in anything approximating a timely schedule. You might have noticed the tons of clips today? They are all we can get out! If you are actually reading this post it's some kind of bloggy Christmas miracle. Anyway, there are a couple of things we do during the twenty to thirty minutes (that is not at all an approximation) we spend waiting for a new window to open: Doree goes for a manicure. Emily pickets funerals. Stein does some sort of complicated ballet routine around the office. Balk and Choire engage in conversations like the one that follows on a daily basis.