There is yet another Blog Award contest thingy going on. This is not The Bloggies, which were what shameless bloggers were clamoring for last month. No, this is a new way for people who post about their cute kids, pet peeves, favorite foods, destinations, sports and lotions, politics, Geek subjects, photography, humor, deep thoughts and musings, to get attention, and congratulate themselves. I hinted, none to subtly, to Geoff that he could nominate a certain headless chicken woman we know; she's been scratching and clucking for nearly 5 years. The playing field is already so full of more boisterous, talented and popular bloggers, that there really is no point in showing up.
So instead I will whine a little. It goes like this: I will gag if I read one more nominated blogger who casually refers to their nomination saying something like:
'Oh, who cares? I never pay attention to these silly things, and by the way here is a link where you can go and vote for Me in 5 categories, but only if you really think I am amazing, which I'm sure you don't, and it really makes no difference to Me anyway. Oh, and purely by coincidence, while I am mentioning it, here are more links to Me and My earlier posts when I was particularly witty, cute or talented.'
These people are so full of $@!* and false modesty! They have many followers and readers and people who regularly comment and sing their praises, so who are they kidding when they act surprised or humble? There is not a blogger out there that doesn't desire attention or recognition or validation. DUH! Or why would they have their words, talents, interests, photographs, links, recipes and drivel posted on public forums, on the World Wide Web?
Not me. If I were nominated I would be shocked, because even after 5 years of faithfully sharing and unabashedly vying for attention and feedback I still only know of 5 people who read Chickenblog. I would be shocked, because even when I, none to subtly, ask to be considered for possible nomination, it falls on deaf ears, and I only half think it was a good idea anyway, because Chickenblog is one of the longest running and most under the radar blogs out there. This isn't false modesty or sour grapes. I have been practicing self-deprecating humor, earnestly and faithfully, most of my life... I have no need of pretending I am unworthy of a big honking blogger trophy. If I were nominated I would be giddy and tickled. I would hope for lots and lots of votes and I would post a big icon button to the voting booth for the reader's convenience. And I absolutely would not pretend that I don't care.
Now, just in case that other stuff means nothing to you, I have included some highly significant and interesting pictures for your viewing pleasure, because even though I am ready to throw in the towel, I always think of just one more thing to share.
Like a truly huge strawberry. Just look at the size of that berry! Must be one of those San Onofre Nuclear Power Chi-Chi berries. A glow in the dark mutant.
Mutant berries make strong thumbs.
Anne and Adam came to our picnic and we brought Mitchell too. You missed a good time. You. Whoever you are. We saw turtles and ducks and skinny, fast moving squirrels. Maria and I loved the wholly wholesome muffins Anne brought. There was some hiking, exploring digging, laughing, and even a little lazing about... just the right balance of activities.
The ducks were pairing off and squaring off. One man duck in particular was very territorial and protective of his duck woman. He chased off the competition several times.
Sigh. It's back to school time now.