It's time to VOTE!
Go here, and decide between voting for me and making me happy, or voting for Grods and killing an angel. It's democracy baby! And make sure you state a little reason why, like 'Tommy is a sex machine', or 'He asked me to' or 'I like angels'.
If you've missed the BloggerCageFight, you can read up here and pretend your vote was an educated decision rather than payback for all the times that Tommy has posted funny videos of fat people.
Now that the BloggerCageFight is over, my shit blogs will be back here, where they belong, starting Monday. I'll also be changing some stuff behind-the-scenes with the blog, so if it dies in the arse over the weekend, it's probably because you didn't vote for me.
With my third affirmative, my part in the Cage Fight is over. Done. Finito. Kaput. Aborted like Billy Corgan's child.
I feel empty
My second affirmative post is up in the Blogger Cage Fight. The highlight is in the comments, where some poonce uses the word 'blogosphere' and I own him.
I need a job
The Blogger Cage Fight/Shameless Grab For More Hits has begun. I got voted to be the affirmative 7-2, so I went first, arguing that All Bloggers Are Full Of Shit. Go read, no voting or anything just yet. There's even a Snakes On A Plane reference. And a picture!
Schwingggg
Checked my email before, expecting to find hate mail for that last blog, only to find a CHALLENGE. As I am a man, I quickly accepted.
The challenge was from The Editor over at GrodsCorp, which is one of those fancy blogs I link to. It's kinda like mine, sometimes delving into important things like politics and television, other times bagging out nutbars. It just has fancy things like a domain name, more than one contributer, and "readers".
Anyway, the gimmick for our BLOG CAGE FIGHT is The Ed chooses a topic, readers vote to see who is the affirmative or negative, then we bag each other out a few times, then readers vote again to see who wins. It's like Australian Idol, but geekier. Our topic is 'That All Bloggers Are Full of Shit', and I think I'd make a great affirmative. But no matter what, I'm going to kick some arse.
And then lose. Horribly.
