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Well. So that happened. Interestingly, it's all basically true: This is my last Gawker post; whatever direction the site takes in the future, I won't be along for the ride. So just a few quick words on my way out, if I may. My year here has been a blast — the most fun I've ever had in a job and, in the last four months, the best traffic the site has ever had. I owe lots of thanks to Lockhart Steele, for bringing me in and subsequently becoming in many ways the best boss I've ever worked for, and to Nick Denton, for signing the checks. Jessica Coen is the perfect partner in a gig like this — smart, hilarious, on top of everything that's going on, and entirely unwilling to take any shit, whether from the outside world or from me. The rest of the Gawker Media crowd — the other sites' editors, the tech guys, the interns, even the ad-sales dude — are the sharpest, most fun group of pros around, and I'll miss having excuses to get drunk with them. Most important, though, is to thank all of you, who not only read the damned thing every day and correct the typos but who also provide the scores of invaluable tips, observations, gossip, and gags I blithely stole and posted as my own. Without you, the whole house of cards comes tumbling down. Finally, before I go, I'd like to say one last thing to Anderson, Maer, Alessandra, Laurel, publicists, Nikki, Philadelphians, Kruc, and everyone else I've mocked from this perch: Denton made me do it. —JKO