I was surprised to see that the Canadian Blog Awards are back.
Because after last year's fiasco I thought they were dead and BURIED.
Which is why I'm so amused to see that those who created the biggest fuss over the awards last year, are the ones most eager to be nominated this year.
But who really cares eh?
If it was a serious contest, where the nominees were chosen by a jury of other eminent bloggers, it might be worth something. But it's not. It's just a popularity contest where those who win have the most Facebook friends.
And besides I can never forget how two years ago, when I was nominated, a friend told me he wanted to vote for me, but couldn't because somebody had used his office computer to vote for somebody else.
Oh sure, I guess the "contest" does serve some purpose by introducing me to some blogs I'd never heard of before. But like most other Canadian awards, it's usually the same people nominated over and over again.
Who then bombard us with posts BEGGING us to vote for them, because they need to show us how much better they are than the rest of us. How annoying.
Or how BORING.
And as far as self promotion goes, well I don't call my dog Kerouac for nothing.
You know just do it eh? Write as honestly as possible, and leave it at that. If people want to read you they will, and if they don't too bad.
After 1,775 posts, all of them written by me, if I depended on the encouragement of others, I would have quit long ago.
Which reminds me, you don't think there is something we can do something about cross posting do you?
So two identical posts from some blogging conglomerates, don't force two other humbler ones into the blogging basement, before we have a chance to read them.
No. I didn't think so.
Oh well. To all the other bloggers out there who didn't make the short list, don't be discouraged, because it doesn't mean ANYTHING.
Well I managed to cram fifty four bottles of beer, six big bottles of vodka, and a mickey of rum, into my igloo in preparation for the Big Party.
The humungous bash and drunkathon that was supposed to celebrate my night of glory at the Canadian Blog Awards.
In fact I was so confident I would be crowned Gay Blogger of the Year, I had even designed a simple but stylish..... and tres gay crown.
Like the one Stephen Harper wears these days.
You know the mad King of the Canadian Banana Republic. The democracy without a Parliament.
But alas, all my party plans and my dreams of blogging glory came crashing down, when due to unforseen circumstances.....or some dreadful mistake.....the party had to be cancelled.
And I was forced to drink all the booze myself. *sob* *hic*
Seriously though, I just want to say I'm honoured by the award I received, I'm grateful to those who voted for me, and I think the organizers deserve a big pat on the back for all their hard work. Now I don't think the CBA voting system works, since it's clearly open to manipulation. It should be replaced by a jury system. But I do want to say that I am extremely happy that my buddy Mark won, because he's not just a nice guy, he's BRILLIANT and he deserves it.
And furthermore I wish to state that despite the grinding humiliation of getting only twelve more votes than Uncle Fred at Gay and Right *gasp* I intend to keep on blogging. Because as the great blogger James Bow wrote recently, it has been quite a journey.
I’ve noticed a change in Simon’s writing since he came into the blogosphere a couple of years ago. When he emerged, he startled a number of us with the depth of his passion, speaking of his painful experiences dealing with bullying and homophobia. Today… well, I would hardly say that he has mellowed, so while he continues to advocate passionately for what he believes in, and gives no quarter to those people espousing views he disagrees with, I sense that he is more at home with himself. It’s hard to put my finger on it. But I’m reading a blog where, if I may be so bold as to say, someone is getting happier.
And because the guy most responsible for the happy part, gave me a brand new laptop today to replace the one that has been dying on me.
Along with a little note...in French: "To my favourite blogger...as long as he's happy I am. Love Sébastien."
What more can I ask for eh? My friend wins the big award. I get this one...
Along with a good review from James Bow, and a laptop and a special note from my favourite guy.
Is it any wonder I LOVE blogging?
Who needs next year eh? Now where's that mickey of rum? *hic*
