Well, it’s time for this week’s Blogger Idol post. But before we get to that, I want to update you on a couple of other blogalicious developments:
1) If you haven’t noticed, but you still care (and that reduces the audience for this item to zero people right there), I’ve availed myself of the Blogger ‘Atom XML feed’ option. I’ve had an RSS feed and a Klip file for a while now, for all of your auto-updating subscription type needs, but frankly, the Atom feed is formatted much closer to the way I’d like it, so I wanted to point it out. If more tools start supporting Atom, I’ll use it as the subscription feed going forward.
If none of this means anything to you, but you wish it did, check out the links to my various feeds on the bottom of the left sidebar, and then click through to the people making each one possible. It’s pretty cool stuff, and can come in pretty damned handy.
On the other hand, if none of this means anything to you, and you don’t want it to, then just skip along to the next item. Which, as it happens, is coming up right now. Convenient, no?
As I type this… wait, lemme check to make sure I’m not accidentally lying to you; I think there’s enough premeditated fibbing around here without doing it accidentally… yes, it’s still true. Okay. So, as I type this, the race to move on in the Bills Bracket is tied between me, checking in with Can I Buy a Damned Clue, Please?, and Today’s Shoes, with Back Home. Have a look, read ’em both, pick your favorite, and rock the vote. It’s your civic duty, after all.
Remember, only you can prevent forest fires. (Or some other marginally relevant slogan… look, I don’t know. ‘Have a Hote — Go and Vote’? I’m no good at this political shit, people.)
iii) For those who are still interested, the King of the Blogs is under way again, and the first week’s judging is done. And, to my considerable shock and jaw-gaping amazement, I made it through to week two! Go have a look at the judge’s comments if you like, or just read this summary, if you’re attention-deficient like me:
A couple of the judges really, really seemed to like me.
A couple of them don’t completely get me, but gave me a few points for making an effort.
One judge just doesn’t think I’m funny at all, and another pines for the days when Cosby was king.
And frankly, I’m pretty thrilled with those results. For one thing, based on those opinions, I advanced in the competition, which is cool. Even better, out of five people, two of them seemed to really enjoy their stay. And given that most of the blogosphere is comprised of personal diaries, political arguments, religious musings, and, well, boobs (more or less equally distributed among every sense of the word), I’d be nipple-pokingly thrilled if 40% of the people who came here got a chuckle and a grin out of it, and maybe came back to visit again. Hell, Letterman never got those kinds of numbers, even back when he was funny. I’ll take it.