(Yeah, we wanted to keep up the show-tunes theme Jesse Oxfeld left you on.) Good morning. It's a pleasure to see you all here, so bright-eyed, so bushy-tailed, so eager to avoid work. It promises to be a week full of wonder and mystery: Will Radar launch its long-promised online presence? Can the poor paparazzi make do on a mere $15,000 a shot? Is anyone really going to register to read The Post online? All to be answered in the fullness of time, and after the jump. (Except maybe the Radar one.)

Meanwhile, the biggest question of all: Why would I, the famed TMFTML, agree to devote a week of my life to early-morning perusal of The Daily News and assorted gossip blogs? That's no mystery: I've got my eye on a box of Jujyfruits, and Gawker Media's generous pay rates are going to put me halfway there. You'll be in my slightly-capable hands all week. Unfortunately, young Ms. Coen is on another one of her frequent absences (rehab), so, as if to make this whole thing even more ridiculous, I'll be joined today and tomorrow by special guest-guest-blogging-co-editors. Here's a brief word from today's J-Co stand-in:

"Hi, my name is Lindsay Robertson and I'm babysitting the fluffier parts of Gawker for the day while Jessica is at the opening of an envel-, performing at a bachelor part- uh, at a conference. I was the first Gawker intern back in '03 (heady days, man, heady days) and now I'm a writer at Comedy Central. (No, I can't get you Daily Show tickets or Chappelle news - but let's just say Angelina Jolie knows what she did.) I'll try not to bring down the whole operation in the brief time that I have. Again."

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