So, my work blog is nominated for a Weblog Award in Best Media/Journalist Blog. Which is cool. I’ve been blogging for six years and the best I won was sixth place in a stupid weblog game. Puppetmaster 2. Any of you been reading long enough to remember that?

Murfreesboro’s own A.C. Kleinheider nominated me, which was quite nice of him. I fully didn’t expect to be a finalist, but I kept refreshing that page Sunday night anyway. F5 F5 F5 F5. On Monday morning when I saw my name I got pretty excited. Then I saw the words "Raw Story" and "Michael Yon" and realized I’m totally outclassed.

Michael is doing original reporting in a war zone while I drag in at 9 a.m. and enjoy candy from the vending machine. I go to freakin’ Raw Story every morning because they’ve got the pinko-commie, Che Guevera-lovin’, Christian-hatin’, George Bush-bashingest news I need. So I should have voted for one of them.

Instead I voted for myself. And you should go vote for me, too. Micheal Yon may be dodging bullets and ducking bombs. And Raw Story may be scooping the corporate media all over town. But neither of those sites has a Cute Baby Alert.