The Weblog Awards & The Shack
Whoa, just experienced some major Deja Vu. Oops, that is not really the word I want to use. Suffice it to say that I went to school with a guy who adored Rickey Henderson.
He, like Rickey had a proclivity for referring to himself in the third person. Anyway, I managed to remind myself about an experience that I once had with him.
So here is what I really meant to say. I am losing…Badly.
Part of me doesn’t care at all. I blogged before the awards and I’ll keep blogging after. I don’t need the validation. But that doesn’t mean that my fragile male ego doesn’t want more. And the reality is that I am pretty competitive. It is not easy to see the Empire get smacked around.
So here is what I propose to do about this. If you are new to the blog I recommend that you take a few moments to look around. I have more than 4,000 posts so you might want to look at the drop down menus on the right side of the page. They have links to some of the stuff that I think was pretty good.
If you have the time and wherewithal feel free to peruse the archives. Not all of the good stuff is linked in the drop down menus, there are a few nuggets to be found.
Beyond that all I can ask is that you give me your vote. I could give you a list of reasons why. I could try to campaign for it, but why waste your time. Just vote for me here. You won’t get anything out of it. No tax reduction, no cushy government job, no fancy slogan, not even a car.
“Carl Spackler: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald. striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one – big hitter, the Lama – long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga gunga – gunga galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.”