Cry Havoc!

Quite frankly, I’m disappointed in you people.  Oh, maybe not you, but you, well your mother and I expected better from you. We really did.

All I asked is that I get enough votes in the stupid  2008 Weblog  Awards to beat out Chris Muir, and now look: Muir is like 1000 votes ahead of me. I mean, we’re not even in the same category and this happens.  I mean, I can understand losing to the Ole Perfesser or a blog about a dying industry , or even  a blog where people anonymously admit that they have sexual relations with jelly-filled donuts when the Miss World competition is on. I can even accept people voting for this blog

…because she writes about using blocks to build altars to Magic Underwear God and, you have to admit, that’s pretty fucking adorable particularly when her commenters write things like:

I build incredible structures with my kids all the time and I even let them knock it down over and over. I love it. Block building is the funnest!!!

Just try finding that kind of stuff over at Glenn Greenwald’s. Yeah. I don’t think so.

But, no.  Losing to Chris Muir is completely unacceptable.

Under normal circumstances, like the days before the world got all hopey changey, I would put up some cute basset  pictures and life would have gone on and we could have gone back to pretending that there weren’t any "issues" that our little family chose to ignore  like the secret alcoholism, the tawdry affairs, the overdue library books, and the bestiality. But this is a desperate situation and desperate situations call for, if not desperate measures, then THE BIG GUNS.

Shakira’s Ass.

Now get voting, because there’s plenty more where that came from.