Whaaaat? No, really, what? I somehow slipped in and was nominated for the Eleventh Annual Weblog Awards, or The Bloggies for short. Now, um, these awards go to, like, actual big-time blogs like Dooce, Boing Boing, PostSecret and Go Fug Yourself. So, yeah, I don’t know what I’m doing there either. But there I am among an amazing group of queer bloggers up for Best LGBT Blog. Crazy, I know. Scanning the list, I am in beyond impressive company:
- Lesbian Dad – Thoughtful ponderings on gay parenting.
 - Queerty – Really, really gay news
 - Effing Dykes – Hilarious ruminations on lesbian life.
 - AfterEllen – The Mothership
 
Yes, that’s right, I am campaigning solely on pity. Because, when you look at my accomplished competition, there’s really no chance I’ll win. So, therefore, please take pity on me. Though, seriously, it is – as the cliché goes – just an honor to be nominated. I’m fairly certain some sort of clerical error was involved. But I’ll take it. And, as always, I thank you wonderful people for coming around day after day and putting up with the random, sleep-deprived ramblings of a gal and her laptop. You, kittens, are the only award I need.
OK, that’s a lie. I’d like actual awards, too. And prizes. Possibly a pony. But I’m a realist. I mean, where would I even put a pony?
Right, so if you feel so inclined, please pop over and throw a bone to yours truly for Best LGBT Blog. The polls are open until Feb. 20. You can vote once per person/email. And don’t forget to click the link in the verification email afterward or your vote won’t count. Operation Pity Vote is nothing if not a stickler for the rules. You can click here to vote.
p.s. You don’t know how relieved I am that the awards were announced yesterday when I attempted to write a semi-intellectual post instead of my normal semi-literate prattle about tank tops. You’ve got to fool the new visitors somehow.







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