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Perfect sixes for this week's sponsors, whose dedication and support helps outfit us in swan unitards named Camille. Want to join our Olympian — if not quite Olympic — team? There's info here.

We are, as you might imagine, chronically discontented. We're always looking for something new and different and better, and our current plan is to find a job where we get things like a computer the boss provides and perhaps a water cooler and — call us nutty — maybe even dental. So today we've been taking advantage of the fact we work from home, and we're spending our free time searching shiny new Gawker Jobs for some ticket out of this hellhole.

Today Gawker and Defamer proudly announce our latest attempt to distract you from your real life: Gawker Mobile, in which subscribers receive a daily text message sent to your mobile phone from either Gawker or Defamer. Why? Because we're not musically talented enough to compose a Gawker theme song and sell it as a hot new ringtone.

Gawker is looking for an unpaid intern to take Gawker Stalker to the next level (more on that soon). Before any overeager college students start tidying up the resumes, let's clarify: We need a warm body to plug some data for us a few times per day (depending), starting ASAP. It could be very little work, it could be a slight pain in the ass — but it should never total more than 1.5 hours of your time, spread throughout the day. The position isn't necessarily permanent, but if you work out, we'll definitely keep you around and buy you beer and candy.

Because as far as we're concerned there's no better way to celebrate the spirit of Valentine's Day than by remembering everything that makes us hate the idea of romance — and also because a sponsor is paying us to do so — we're very proud to present a Valentine's Date Worst Date Contest. Brought to you by the star-crossed folks behind Date Movie, for people who love date movies and people who hate them, the Worst Day contest wins promises a dinner at Balthazar for the Gawker reader with the very worst bad-date tale.

This is Nia, the twin sister of Top Model winner Naima Mora. They're both equally "famous."

Floria Sigismondi always accessorizes with an Interpol member.

Thanks to this week's sponsors, who keep us looking like we own Bryant Park. Interested? More info here.

Bruce Benderson, Erica Jong and Naomi Wolf resist the urge to start an orgy.
Something truly special happened last night: a book party that actually didn't suck. Granted, it was totally Gay — but still! Penguin imprint Tarcher celebrated the release of Bruce Benderson's The Romanian — a homo-hot account of his affair with a Romanian street hustler — by throwing down at Nubla, courtesy of hosts John Waters and Blackbook magazine. It was a surprisingly glitzy affair, with Waters doing his adorably creepy thing, Benderson being leashed by a "minder," and Blackbook EIC Aaron Hicklin spinning like Pete Tong circa 1999. After the jump, staff photographer Nikola Tamindzic captures the sexually liberated literati.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful. But this week's sponsors are so delightful. Care to join the huddle under our umbrella? There's info here.

As part of Gawker Media's ongoing quest to keep people of every persuasion from doing any real work, we proudly announce the newest member of our family: Valleywag, a tech gossip site focused on the trials and tribulations of Silicon Valley and San Francisco. Valleywag is penned by a "hungry little monster" by the name of Nick Douglas (formerly of Blogebrity), who we've saved from his silly undergraduate education so that he might rest safely in Nick Denton's bloggy womb. Covering the money, excess and private jets that the mainstream press ignores, Valleywag hopes to inhibit Google's productivity by at least 2%.

So apparently there's this big football game coming up on Sunday. (We know this now, because there was concern it could somehow scuttle our brunch plans.) As part of Gawker Media's new video initiative, jocky little brother Deadspin has enlisted failed Oddjacker A.J. Daulerio, armed him with a DV cam, and shipped him out to Detroit and Super Bowl XL. For FULL VIDEO COVERAGE! Yay.

Photo by Nikola Tamindzic.

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Are you tired of all the same old t-shirt slogans for sale in the Gawker Shop? We certainly are. They're devilishly attractive, of course, and side-splittingly witty, but, as happens so often when we're off our Ritalin, we're ready for something new. And, thankfully, the Shop gods have obliged.

Free cigarettes for this week's sponsors, who help us buy loosies when we're not finding free packs on the street. Care to huddle around an ashtray with us? There's info here.

Because we all like to watch, Gawker is looking to develop some original video content. Think mini-documentaries on crack: watching the media wanks slide in and out of Michael's, screwing with the Condé security desk, or going undercover to document the horror of a book party.

The cast of Love Monkey: Just like you and your friends, except for that black guy.