I am not nominated for a Blogger's Choice Award, and I'm okay with that.
I'd rather assume I am the choice of one or two people whose opinions matter to me, than know that I'm not the choice of millions whose opinions don't.
If you think that's a pseudonym or something, you could read him, and you'll realize, holy hell, he is, isn't he?
Then you'll go vote for him.
Or, you won't. But I hope you will, for the following reasons:
He has threatened to force a busload of nuns off a cliff if he loses. And I'd be willing to bet, knowing him, that he'd pick nuns with pet puppies, just to really drive the point home.
Somebody has to win. And I'm not particularly eager to have it be the Cheezburger people, who keep rejecting my thoroughly amusing LOLCATs in favor of far less clever ones.
I love having proof that one of these crappy Photoshop button awards means enough to Fab that he is slutting himself out for votes as assiduously as I used to do for myself back when I gave a shit.
drinking: monster loca moca energy beverage non-fizzy lifting drink
listening to: The Skeletones, Do It Right
remember: fuck the vote. i mean, rock the vote