The full effects of the Paris Hilton sex tape's Internet arrival last month have yet to be calculated. How many office hours were lost to labyrinthine Googling? How much bandwidth was wasted on spurious files involving dancing monkeys, a '90s Hilton-look-alike porn clip or, in one ingenious example, a weirdo in a fake mustache and wig cooing into his webcam: "I'm Paris Hilton! I just had sex! I hope the meeeedia doesn't find out!"? And how many copies of the latest version of Windows Media Player had to be downloaded once the real... More >>>