When Spiers didn't post on Gawker until noon today, most of her readers jumped to the logical conclusion that she was dead. I was just dialing in to send flowers to Nick Denton when miraculously she reappeared and posted a few items. Apparently the Gawker laptop died.

Note to Spiers: get a Thinkpad- you can drop it off a roof on to Anna Wintour's head and the thing will keep ticking.

The upside of Spier's near death experience is that she's become funnier than ever- take for instance her send-up of NY Press Editor Jeff Koyen:

Dear Reader:
I was sitting on a cracked red vinyl barstool in an anonymous Polish deli in Greenpoint flipping through the latest issue of 'Zines 'R' Us, which I must admit, is a fairly decent effort, although the paper quality lacks much to be desired. Ever the contrarian, I'll take a good card stock over readable content any day. Content is a commodity; paper is not. I remember walking through the Dresden train station three years ago, distracted by the thought of the Chechen hooker I'd just fucked in a grimy phonebooth a few feet away from that eight story tenement house with the cracked oak doors, and coming across a faded yellow booklet that had three words printed in block letters on each page. How unnecessary those words were—the ink polluting the page! I don't speak German so I have no idea what they said, but it was the single most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. -Jeff Koyen