Bill, a reader who lives in Florida and who never misses an opportunity to send me news stories about people being eaten by alligators, sent me an e-mail informing me that I am a finalist for one of this year’s Weblog Awards. I thought he was pulling my leg, but it turns out he that he wasn’t.
Yo, Jimbo, what’s da category? “Best Farookin’ Hair”? No; there is no such category, which is too bad because that would be a cake walk, and it would easy to explain to the non-blognoscenti. The category in which Parkway Rest Stop is a finalist is “Best of the Top 1751 – 2500 Blogs”, which is based on the blog’s ranking in The Truth Laid Bard Ecosystem. Quite a mouthful, that, no?.
Anyway, voting is scheduled to commence some time today, and it will last for ten days. You can vote once every twenty-four hours. Kindly do so. Oh, and you’ll have to scroll down close to the bottom of the categories to find me; pretty much where you would expect to find the nominees for dog catcher in a real election.
Yo, Jimbo! What’s an election without some slogans? I’ve been giving it some thought:
So, there you have it. Vote early, and vote every farookin’ day. Make it a part of your morning ritual: shit, shower, shave, vote for Jimbo. Simple.
NOTE: It didn’t take much sleuthing to discover that I was nominated by Sgt. Hook and endorsed by Blackfive, two nice guys and two of the best military bloggers in the ‘sphere, which in my mind, makes me a winner already. Thank you, gentlemen.