What could possibly be a more fitting tribute to the King Of Pop than an 8-bit music video version of '80s hit "Thriller?" Nothing.

On November 20, 1985 Microsoft Windows 1.0 is released. The world discovers the joy of playing solitaire at work.

Alyssa Bustamante's MySpace, Facebook, and YouTube profiles are eerie in that "teen who engages in self-injurious behavior and bullshits about being tough" way. Except, when she lists "killing people" as a hobby? Police say that part was true.

Condé Nast says it is already racing to repackage its magazines for Apple's forthcoming tablet, starting with Wired, even while toeing Apple's line that the device doesn't exist. Publishers are clearly betting Steve Jobs can save their business model.

Esquire decided to SAVE MAGAZINES this month by putting another weird little "hold it up to your webcam" hologram augmented-reality gizmo on the cover, but alas: the magical doohickey is obscured by the address label. Curse you, ignoble media irony.

Marissa Mayer, Google's data-driven planner extraordinaire, has gone to work on her personal life: Friends of the VP are showing off the fancy wedding invites she just sent out — and talking about the three-day nuptials she's planning.

When is it socially acceptable to talk about all the problems surrounding your backside? During late night infomercials of course! So if you're having ass-ues stay tuned for this once-in-a-life-time offer!

Remember the storyline about a new Iranian revolution after the elections this summer? The one fuelled by the internet generation? The one that got the state department to intervene to help Iranians Twitter? Not so much.

You may not have known you wanted it, but now you're going to get it. 3D redux is here with its biggest tentpole to date, Disney's $180 million Christmas Carol, followed shortly after by the release of James Cameron's Avatar.

Drue Kataoka sells engulfing quick dips in art and culture to rich Silicon Valley workaholics. Now she's selling the ultimate fast immersion: the chance to "leave your mark" on Kataoka's art during a private jet ride.

Gawker.TV Crew: Mike Byhoff, (left) Richard Blakeley (center) and Whitney Jefferson (right) shot by Diana Levine at Gawker HQ in SoHo.

It's hard to believe that there is actually an inventor of product placement; like swine flu, it always seemed just nature's dark side. But someone thinks he did in fact invent it and is willing to sue to prove it.

For the first time, 25-year-old researcher Robert Thomas reveals to Gawker how earlier this year he and Richard Heene drew up a master plan to generate a massive media controversy using a weather balloon. To get famous, of course.

Sue Decker's tenure as Yahoo president was full of corporate intrigue. But it's nothing compared to her ongoing divorce in which her husband's lawyer is brandishing accusations of illegal drug use, "extramarital affair(s)" and secretly recording him at home.

Tracy Morgan joined Twitter. Like, mere hours ago. The microblogging service is the perfect forum for a man known for his entertainingly insane 30 Rock non-sequiturs. Plus, there's already a thriving Twitter sub-culture devoted to Morgan sightings. They are gifts.

The pictures of Barack Obama brandishing a lightsaber are making the rounds, but they shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who knows that Mr. President is the nerdiest man living outside of his mother's basement.

Sometime next month, new iPhone software is supposed to ease the way for "augmented reality" apps, which digitally superimpose data on the world, as seen through the phone's camera. Very cool idea and, so far, very boring execution. Think, people!

This may be one of my favorite gossip items, ev-ar: Lindsay Lohan ended up having to call cops to get her BlackBerry back from a bodega in Little Italy, reports the Daily News today. Where? Who? What? Why? How?

If you believe technology is rapidly turning us all into hedonistic degenerates, these advertisements for an online video game give you a perfect case study. The game, Evony, is about empire-building strategy. The ads, increasingly, are about boobage.

America's Paper of Record cannot afford to have its reporters sending text messages or calling 411 on their company phones. What a pitiful state of affairs.