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In light of the detailed "revelations" that Page Six staffers roll in giant, luxurious piles perks and payola (from clothes and dinners to lapdances and hotels), we here at Gawker think it's time to come clean about our own swag collection. In the interest of disclosure, we've accepted the following freebies from Friends of Gawker:

The Gawkerites moved into new digs — did you hear? — painted them dark and depressing, shipped a couple of sofas from upstate, and then ran out of energy. So, as usual, we're hoping for a bailout by a Gawker reader. (When in doubt, we throw ourselves on your mercy.)

Thanks to this week's sponsors, who pay us so that we won't write about how they were caught in an orgy with 12-year-old boys. Interested? More info here.

It's a bad time to get dressed. The weather is unpredictable, your closet is a disaster, and you're in desperate need of some stylish, statement-making threads. You certainly can't go meet George Clooney dressed like that.

Lots of love, as always, to our sponsors, whose free-flowing cash will one day help us irritate the entire Ocean's 11 crowd. Care to join in our heist? There's info here.

Page Six reports today that non-blogging actor George Clooney has taken action to destroy Gawker Stalker — ohmahgah he knows we exist! In an email sent by his publicist Stan Rosenfield to other entertainment flacks, "George" writes:

Vaguely interested in this whole blog publishing thing? Gawker Media's managing editor — Lockhart Steele, oh yes! — is looking for an intern to handle miscellaneous projects of the following kind: obsessively monitoring RSS feeds; achieving the dream of signing Gawker up for free subscriptions to this country's top 3,000 magazines; mucking around in an Excel spreadsheet now and then; undertaking miscellaneous office tasks; buying presents for hard-working editors. You'll need to live in NYC (and be here through the summer), be available 10-20 hours a week, and not require money (the internship is unpaid). Coffee-fetching experience a plus, but not required.

Big thanks to this week's sponsors, who will help us afford curtains to shield ourselves from those pesky gawkers. Want to join our overexposed bunch? There's info here.

Respectful appreciation for this week's sponsors, whose generosity keeps us well stocked in wiretaps, telephoto lenses, and hair product for TV appearances. Care to join our charmingly menacing gang? There's info here.

You know all those articles that talk about how workplace interruptions cost the U.S. economy x billions of dollars each year? Well, according to Slate, they're full of shit. Jonathan Spira, CEO of the firm that calculated the most widely quoted number ($588 billion, if you're scoring at home), says, "The U.S. economy wouldn't grow by $588 billion if we got rid of these interruptions. We put it this way to illustrate that managers don't really know how to manage."

Today we're launching the next step in inane celebrity drooling: Gawker Stalker Maps, in which we try visually pinpoint the location of every stalkworthy celebrity as soon as they're spotted. According to Lloyd Grove's column today, celebrity publicists like Leslie Sloan Zelnick and Ken Sunshine think our new venture is disgusting. If we were unkind people, we might say the same about their clients' work. But we won't.

Flavorpill communications director Lynnel Herrera and Kendah El-Ali of Soma discuss the underlying philosophy behind new media.

A lifetime of gratitude to this week's advertisers, who pay us in plaid pants and Vanity Fair subscriptions. Interested in enabling and advertising? More info here.

We're not sure if you noticed, but right now Gawker resembles a large load of snail dung: shitty (more so than usual!) and slow-moving. Unfortunately, we're suffering from some technical difficulties, which may or may not have to do with a plastic cup of Natty Light and one of our servers.

We always suspected notoriously cranky mediaphile Simon Dumenco is undersexed. It's the only way to explain his exhaustive analysis of Harper's exhaustive article on flash mobs and New York's exhaustive blogger article — because somehow, through some magical twist of logic, he comes to the conclusion that both stories are "very smart, but rather sexless." And in one of the most generous, unsolicited compliments ever to bestowed upon us, he ends his column with this moneyshot quote: "Reading Gawker makes you more fuckable. And who knows? Maybe Romenesko makes you a better lover. OK, probably not."

Because we would hate for you to ever be even the slightest bit productive, a reminder that the wit and wisdom of Gawker and Defamer are now available as daily text messages sent to your mobile phone. A recent example of our SMS love:

Lots of drunken hookups for this week's sponsors, who don't need any special pick-up strategies to win our hearts. Want to help join our manufactured conclusions? There's info here.

What are some of the more interesting positions listed on Gawker Jobs today? Let's take a look.

Gawker Media's GAWKER'S GUIDE TO SOMETHING OR ANOTHER, about how our publisher will be hiring freelancers to write a book so that your dear editors may continue to function as blog slaves, to Peter Borland at Atria, in a nice, significant, major, fantastic deal, by Daniel Greenberg of Levine Greenberg.