It’s that time of year again.

Time for the always-entertaining, feverishly-sought-after, not-worth-jack-squat-diddly-poop Weblog Awards! Yay! for awards that are slightly less meaningful than winning Miss Wasilla Unwed Mother of the Year and slightly more meaningful than anything that Ryan Seacrest has ever done or will ever do in his lifetime.

For those of you have been keeping score at home, you may remember (check your notes) that I won one last year beating out Steve Benen who, in his shame, was forced to go to take a paying job blogging at Washington Monthly. I also beat out some jewish guy and McMegan’s old blog where she advocated beating hippies with two by fours . How did I win? Puppy pictures. Lots of dog and puppy pictures, like this:

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Cute, hunh?

This year I’m nominated for Best Major Blog (Authority over 1001) and, no, I don’t have any fucking idea what that ‘authority’ thing means. I mean, when I won that 2007 AVN award for Best Actor In A Scene Without Amputees, we had a fairly good idea of the criteria involved. This year in BMBAO1001K I find myself up against PostSecret which won Best Blog last year and 2007’s Best Individual Blogger The Ole Perfesser who proved that all you need is a dream, a "heh", and a "indeed" and the world is your oyster… if you happen to like slimy bivalves that breed vibrio vulnificus like a Duggar on a hot summer night when the kids are away at Jesus Camp. Oh, that reminds me,  I’m also up against a Mormon chick this year.

Always with the religion, these people….

Since I have little hope of winning this year, I have a simple goal: get more votes for Best Major Blogger (Authority over 1001blahblahblah) than Chris Muir gets for Day By Day in the Best Comic Strip competition.

I deserve nothing less.

No really. It would suck to get less votes than Muir. Horrible. Awful. Embarrassing. Like being Erick Erickson for a day. That kind of bad.

And remember: last year George Soros gave everyone who voted for me a Miata. I happen to know that he’s got a bunch of Segways just sitting in a warehouse. You… a Segway… 12 miles per hour? Need I say more?

I think we understand each other. Oh yeah. You. Me. Wavelength. We’re on it…

This could be you. But way way cooler….