Last night I was not in the best of form.
It may have been a bad pint, or I may just have picked up a bug somewhere but I was a bit achy, with a sore throat and generally felt a bit washed out. It was not a night for going out, that was for sure.
As usual there was fuck all on television, so in honour of Earth Hour, I left it switched on, but tuned to a blank channel. I didn’t feel like reading or talking. Herself had come out in sympathy with me and was complaining of a sore throat too [but of course her throat had to be worse than mine], so the silence was mutual, and punctuated with the occasional moan from Herself.
I switched the laptop on, and put it on the table beside me. I had the Twitter thingy running so I could see what was going on.
For the laugh, I first tuned into Earth Hour to see if anyone was saying anything about it.
There were quite a few people prattling on about it, and the level of intelligence displayed was about on par with a cabinet meeting of our government. There were actually fuckwits out there saying how amazingly romantic Earth Hour was. Do these gobshites not realise that it is possible to switch off a light anytime they like? Do they have to be led like fucking sheep all the time? I despair of the human race sometimes.
I got bored with that and switched over to the Blog Awards.
I reasoned that with the Blog Awards, I would at least find a modicum of intelligence, and at first I was not disappointed.
Eventually, the awards got underway. There were a lot of categories, so progress was slow. I played a wee game with myself, placing bets on the winners. I really did very well. I now owe myself over €400, which will come in handy for the holidays.
There were a few winners that truly delighted me. I gave a wee whoop when Eolai picked up an award for Bicyclistic and gave a loud yell when Xbox4NappyRash also won his category. There were quite a few other winners that cheered me immensely too, I might add.
The night was ruined for me though.
There is a certain blog that has irritated me for a very long time. I avoid it like the plague, as I find it insufferably shallow, pink, fluffy, and quite frankly, insulting to women. If I didn’t know better, I would say it was written by a twelve year old, during detention. What is worse, it has an enormous following, and the following seems to be as shallow as the site itself, judging by the comments [the last time I looked – I daren’t go in more than once a year for the sake of my sanity]. Are we really breeding a generation of girls whose primary objective in life is to find the right hair conditioner, and who have nightmares about their skin cream?
This site consistently picks up awards. My argument [with some justification] is that they always win in the one category, which is a corner of the market they just about hold for themselves. If there were a category for cranky old pensioners, doubtless I would win fairly consistently too?
There is no love lost between us, particularly since the time I beat them to the Best Blog Golden Spider Award back in 2007, which they bitched about for quite some time after. Heh!
Up until now, I have been quite happy to leave them in their little corner of the Interweb, while I stalk mine. Fair’s fair. If they have a readership then someone must like them.
Last night all that changed.
They won Best Blog of 2010!
Best fucking BLOG?
What in the name of sweet suffering polecats were the judges thinking? Were they on crack cocaine? Were the judges all pre-pubescent airhead girls? What the fuck is going on?
Without thinking too hard [in fact, without thinking at all] I could pick thirty better sites from the finalists. Actually, I could pick 110 better contenders from the list of finalists [I am not counting my own entry in the interest of fairness].
I am baffled. There are sites out there that are innovative. There are sites that are insightful. There are sites that show intelligence. There are sites that give hope in a dreary world. There are sites that are extremely well written.
Yet that wins Best Blog.
Irish Blogging may not be dead, but it needs one hell of a blood transfusion.