Long live the King (or Queen) it is not us

Well, the reviews are in.

And we suck (which is why we get so many dates).

In the King of Blogs contest we finished dead last. I could bitch about some of the rules being, uh, a little vague (they mean PG-13 to mean family friendly, I took it literally and used awful words such as "assclown" which somehow became some new violation of the Taliban rule) and all the judges were right-wingers. Oh, and we're too mean.

I also thought that the entry post had to be freshly posted within the contest week, and wrote up a fresh, steamy new one, whereas my competition dredged up rancid old stuff from June or something. I would have used that one about little Billy and the puppy, and how they get lost and then found by some kindly firemen. And then all of them get killed drug-crazed bikers. That was heart-warming, well, sort of, right? Probably better than the Dr. Assclown stuff.

At the end of the day, though, it just wasn't fair. To them, that is.

This slimy little blog is the process of evolving from a crappy Blogger-hosted mess into a true portal, with user forums, newsfeeds and all kind of other goodies,and these poor people were trying to judge us before we came out of the cocoon.

On New Year's Day, we'll you show why 2005 won't be anything like 1984. 1884? Sure, but not 1984, except for the odd news about leggings coming back into fashion. Ick.