It’s supposed to be about 80 here today so there are probably better things for me to do outside instead of sitting in the house monitoring the Weblog awards.

As you can see, we seemed to have passed Chris Muir’s Day By Day crapfest which was our goal from the start. Remember: the Weblog Awards are not about winning. They are about making other people lose and then  sitting back and watching  as their disappointment over the loss of a meaningless award sends their lives into a downward spiral of depression, anxiety,  alcoholism, and anonymous degrading sex in a Minneapolis airport bathroom stall. Or as I call it: Saturday Night with Ace of Spades.

I want to thank all of you who have put your personal lives on hold (sure you missed grandma’s funeral, but it’s not like she noticed)  so you could dedicate hours to voting, deleting your cache, and then voting again and again. Also I want to thank the guys at Balloon Juice and Sadly, No! for pitching in. For John Cole, may the Steelers do well against the Chargers, and for Brad at Sadly, No!… uh, maybe next year.

Again thanks to you all. Don’t quit now. We may not get the gold, silver, or bronze in our category but I hear fourth place gets Naugahyde which is pretty sweet. We’ll be back later after going to the beach.

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I mean, not now. Later. When the sun comes up…