Many thanks to all those who sent in tips on local burn units, but Gawker HQ exaggerated just a bit in its account of yesterday's computer meltdown. It did not catch fire in a freak bourbon-and-lube accident. It just slipped off the bed. (So hard to balance the laptop and type with one hand!) And there was no bourbon involved. That came later. Anywho, we're now esconced in what must remain an undisclosed location, and trying to get used to the fact that we're dressed and showered before noon. Posting will resume as soon as we figure out how to hide our drinking from the new officemates.