Just yesterday morning, I got word that a blogger I know is up for a bloggie award. I was talking with a friend of mine and I said something along the lines of, “well, they’ll never give ME an award.” And, it’s true, they won’t.
I’m not bitter about getting passed over for these type of awards. I realize that my blog is probably just as good as some of them and, frankly, some of them really blow mine away. I don’t think “quality” is really too much a factor in awards for blogs-I think it’s more of a popularity contest and, frankly, I’m just not all too eager to go out and pimp my site or get along and nominate myself for this and that all over the web. (Deep down inside, I do this for fun and don’t really care who sees it-though it’s nice to know some folks, like the folks in the armed forces, enjoy it. That really makes my day.)
I think part of the reason I don’t get any recognition for my blog is that, well, this is really a blog about nothing. I’m like the Seinfeld of blogs-I yap freely about what I want when I want to yap. I kind of view this site as an ultra exclusive “yap and snap” club, a place where I talk about what’s bothering me, photography, American Idol, or the price of tea in China. If my Tivo picks up something weird, categories be damned, you’re going to hear about it. If I went on a crappy shoot and didn’t get any pictures, you’re going to hear about that too. I don’t fit into any of their nice “categories,” you know, stuff like “Best Canadian Blogger” or “Best Teen Photoblog.” I’m not any of that. I’m just one person, with a camera and a pen. Crap, I’m probably the lowest form of blogger on the planet-the only low tech one around. Everybody else has a laptop, a camera phone, and runs me off the information superhighway. But, I just don’t care. I putter along in my jalopy, enjoying the scenery and the breeze as others blow on past.
So, yeah, this is a blog about nothing. Don’t look at it. Nope, nothing to see here, move right along. There are no clowns, parades of elephants, marching bands, or party balloons. No face painting for the kids. Just me and my shit pen, my worn camera, and a whole lot of snark.
If they ever gave out an award for “Snarky Most Seinfeld-ian Blog That’s Really About Nothing in Particular and Everything in Between” why, I’d be all over *that* one, I’m sure.
Until next time…