Now's the part of the day where we all join together and reaffirm our mission to defile the temple of celebrity, one innocuous starfuck at a time. Sightings are sent in by readers and then posted to Gawker Stalker Maps. Send yours to tips@gawker.com.

Another reminder that we're still waiting for a reader to send us a camera phone picture of George Clooney; we'd love to unload these copies of Ocean's 11 and Ocean's 12 on a winner. Instead, as we sat and stared at our inbox yesterday, praying for a citizen paparazzo to heed our call, we got the following:

Sightings are sent in by readers and then recklessly, dangerously posted to our Gawker Stalker Maps. Contribute to the cultural apocalypse by sending yours to tips@gawker.com.

Sightings are sent in by readers and then posted to our Gawker Stalker Maps, where they are then available for any deranged fans who are otherwise hiding in the bushes outside their beloved's apartment building. This is our occasional, old-school compilation of some of our favorites. Send your sightings to tips@gawker.com.

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It's time to recap our day's accomplishments in terrorizing celebrities who have nothing to fear but human interaction. All sightings are sent in by readers and fact-checked by George Clooney's publicist; send yours to tips@gawker.com.

It's time to upset every celebrity on earth with our hideous Gawker Stalker Maps. Sightings are sent in by readers and George Clooney; send yours to tips@gawker.com.

Sightings are sent in by readers and then posted to Gawker Stalker Maps. This is our occasional, old-school compilation of some of our favorites. Send your sightings to tips@gawker.com. This week, stalking has been brought to you by Vh1's So NoTORIous, starring Tori Spelling.

• Teri Hatcher and Ryan "Not Gay" Seacrest enjoy an intimate moment. You better believe it — they'd never, ever stage something like this for the press. This concludes the swallow-your-own-vomit moment for today, brought to you by Us Weekly. [Us Weekly]
• If the thought of minivans and picket fences weren't horrifying enough, another reason why Connecticut should be avoided. [1010 WINS]
• Kate Moss lashes out at paparazzi. Coke makes you edgy and angry like that. [LSE]
• Just like bears, attractive New Yorkers hibernate during winter. [Logged Hours]
• There's not a lot to say about Vin Diesel. Thank God for small pleasures. [Fawny]
• And finally, who's the real victim in the Duke lacrosse team gang rape incident? Duke alum Dan Abrams. The poor thing must be crippled with grief. [MSNBC]

Sightings are sent in by readers drunk with bloodlust and posted to our maps faster than the speed of light, so that we may harm luminaries more effectively. Send your sightings to tips@gawker.com.

Sightings are sent in by readers and then posted to Gawker Stalker Maps. This is our occasional, old-school compilation of some of our favorites. Send your sightings to tips@gawker.com

Beware the Astoria lesbian bar: Manhattan Offender reports that this weekend, Scarlett Johansson's brother was in attendance and kicking some wild game. Specifically, he approached a potential score — bold, given the surroundings — with the following pick-up line: "Hi, I'm Scarlett Johansson's brother." Suave just doesn't cover it.

It's time for our daily exercise in bullying celebrities and generally contributing to the decline of the free world, all based on sightings sent in by readers who dream of stealing Julianne Moore's mail. Send yours to tips@gawker.com.

Before we begin today's roundup of the Stalker Maps, a brief admonition: Maps only work when specific coordinates are provided. If you're going to go to all the trouble of making up a celebrity spotting, how difficult is it to make up a full address for where the spotting took place? For future reference, submisssions should include the spottee's name, the specific address (or name, if landmark) of the spotting, and when spotted, both date and time. Help us help you stalk your celebs more efficiently, people.

Sightings are sent in by readers with malicious hearts and vivid imaginations. Send your NYC sightings to tips@gawker.com.

It's time for our daily exercise in ruining the lives of many a hardworking, earnest publicist: the Satan-sponsored Gawker Stalker Map. Items are posted before readers even have the chance to make the actual sightings — we're that instantaneous, that paranormally dangerous.

Since we've launched our bid to terrorize celebrities until they are literally paralyzed with fear, the Gawker Stalker Maps, we've had more than a few requests to bring back the original format. Seeing as we have to edit down your submissions for the sake of our maps program, and often your ramble-tastic accounts are the best part, we can't find any reason not to keep the old format around along with the new. So your original, beloved Gawker Stalker will remain reasonably intact, and you can also be satiated daily with new version. Now let's all hug it out and get on with our obsessive-compulsive lives, shall we?

Sightings are sent in by readers who want nothing more than to inflict bodily harm upon Jane Seymour. Send your NYC sightings to tips@gawker.com.

We do so love our new Gawker Stalker Maps. And we know you do, too. (Especially you, Ken Sunshine!) But we also know that sometimes you also want a quick, easy-to-scan roundup of all the best recent sightings. So we're pleased to introduce a regular Stalker roundup, giving you all the funnest, funniest, juiciest, and, naturally, most life-threatening reports. The sightings, as always, are sent in by you voyeuristic little sickos and verified by absolutely no one.

Sightings are sent in by readers and fact-checked by no one. Some may, yes, be fabricated — it's up to you to smell a rat. A reminder: Mapped pinpoints are posted anywhere from 15 minutes to a couple of hours from when readers first send them in, which provides an ample window for celebrities to move about before facing certain death exacted by their violently obsessive fans. Send your stalkings to tips@gawker.com.