Dear Gawker,
The Spunker removed Gawker from our blogroll. With the insularity of Kruckoffgate, the 'gee look it's a story' of Braunsteingate and the ceaseless banality of drunken blogger parties, coupled with your refusal to link to our posts--Gawker, it's over.
Staring into the pixels, we realize our love died a long time ago but the rose-colored woolen blinders finally lifted when you ignored our TV Carnage party tip. That would've been fine, we know you're busy, but then you posted a "night-life to-do list" topped by a 3-day Kwanzaa party at the Museum of Natural History??? Not cool. We're sorry that made us say, "I thought an entertaining video romp...would've superseded [the Kwanzza party]. Perhaps Gawker should start a new 'Kidz Korner' page? Call it,
"Peekaboo." Syndicate to Yahoohilgans. Distribute on gen2 Tamigachis.
AOL Keyword: poopyinthepantsNYC," but we felt vulnerable. You'll always have a special place in our sitemeter log-- we'll fondly remember that illicit evening when you linked us all night long with 8,000+ visits... sigh... We'll still cruise by and sling comment rocks through your window, albeit, with diminished frequency.
Despite our best efforts, this relationship is going nowhere. It's time to move on, for both of us. Accept our sincere wishes for your bright future, we're sure one day you'll get that rich media McDonald's popup ad you deserve.
Regards,
TheSpunker.com
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UPDATE: Gawker writes in a trackback, "Dudes, I’m sorry! Please love me and welcome me back! The barrage of email is harder to keep track of than you’d think" - only demonstrating they're just not ready for a serious relationship.