You may recall a while back I was nominated (after forcing one of you readers to go nominate me) for Best LGBT blog over on the Canadian Web Blogs Awards. Last month I misunderstood a message to all the contenders and thought after the last round of judging, I was out of the running. I took the badges off my sidebar, sulked into the corner and licked my wounds. I then went into a spiral that everyone does when rejected: Why why why why? I ate like a pig. I threw a Batman Snuggie around my person and parked myself in front of the TV and put Disney’s The Black Hole on repeat.

“Maximilian, the time has come to liquidate our guests.”

And then I got over it, sort of, and started to post more pictures than actual writing. Which, is valid, but not really a great way to get viewers to stick to your site. They need meatier content!

Last night I got a tweet from the site/contest owners saying I’m actually ON the finalist list. Oh. Well! So I’m back in the running I guess. I feel all cool n shit. And very embarrassed.

In all seriousness, I feel strangely small up against the other four contenders. They’re all intensely focused and incredibly interesting with their content. Me, I like to report when I fart in bed.