I just heard the other day that I’d been shortlisted for ‘best blog’ at this year’s BIMA awards. I don’t really know how I feel about it to be honest.
It’s a bit odd, because I don’t think that I could really ask for anyone to vote for me against the mighty Boing Boing or most of the other shortlisted blogs. Especially given that I’ve hardly had time to do anthing apart from whang on about babies for the last few months.
Obviously my blog is far superior to Faris’ piece of shit ‘Talent Imitates, Genius Steals’ ;-) so maybe I’ll sneak in at second last ;-) [just in case my double winkys haven’t registered I love Faris dearly and the previous is a JOKE]
But regrettably, there is a competitive streak that exists buried somewhere deep inside me which really wants you to click here and vote for me. Even though I instinctively know the only reason that the ‘blog category’ exists is in the hope that people like me will blog posts like this and ultimately make people aware that the BIMAs still exist.
And just in case it helps I’ve got 1,000 Google Wave invites for people who vote for me (that’s an inappropriate joke by the way).
I feel so dirty.
i love you.
I truly do. I would wake up in the middle of the night and drive somewhere in pajamas if you needed me. I respect and admire you, you put the word ‘nice’ back into my vocabulary, for which I am grateful every day. One day I would like to work for you.
But it is ON LIKE DONKEY KONG my friend.
;-)
I was about to say something nice. Then I saw Faris’ comment. And he’s nice too. And gosh-darn-it I feel as though I’ve walked in on you both during foreplay. I’m just going to leave.
4play is good for you ;)