I can’t quite believe this is happening, but — after nearly five years at New York Magazine, almost 3,000 posts, and countless bathroom crying sessions — today is my last day at Vulture. (I’ll be blogging at Grantland’s Hollywood Prospectus starting on Monday.) I know everyone always says how much they love this place when they leave, but I swear to God I love this place. I’ve gotten to see and do and write things I never thought I’d get to see and do and write, and I am deeply, deeply appreciative of every opportunity I’ve ever gotten. More important, I’ve gotten to work with so many super-smart, super-funny, super-nice people. A big huge thank-you to Joe Adalian, Claude Brodesser-Akner, Kyle Buchanan, Amanda Dobbins, Sarah Frank, Patti Greco, Alicia Kennedy, Margaret Lyons, Ben Mathis-Lilley, Willa Paskin, Jill Weiskopf, Ben Williams, Josh Wolk, and basically everyone else here, because you’re all crazy good at your jobs but aren’t dicks about it at all. I could link to so many posts that I loved doing, but instead I’ll just point you to this, the very first thing I ever got my byline on under the New York Mag umbrella. (Amazing! It’s about some minor rap thing no one cares about.) Okay, I’m gonna go now before things get any more emo. And again: thank you, thank you, thank you.