Four of Them

So, y'know, my lovelies, I comment a lot on other people's blogs. At first, this was a practice in subtle-ish self-promotion. Bu then it crossed over into me actually saying things. Which, you know, is awesome. Especially when you inadvertently enter a million commenting contests. For instance:





(pictures now linkable, yay!)

This, of course, says nothing towards your abilities as a commenter/writer/whatever. I'm just a winner.

Recently, though, I won an epic commenting war, my major competition being the above Marshall (ahem), at Anomalous Material. There, I won a free Blog Blustering (in which people come over and bitch about your blog)(...), where I learned that I am basically their God, but they don't think I'm colorful enough, or something. Also, I don't link pictures on the sidebar enough. And I don't have a very good banner.

Why can't you just let me be me, ya'll?

Anyway, I also won a 10 dollar giftcard for Amazon. This, naturally, brought back horroriblke flashbacks of my birthday, where I made an account, ordered a million books with my fifty dollar giftcard, then promptly forgot the email (I have many emails) and password used to make the account, and could never enter the accound, and all the things on hold there, again. You can imagine.

But I soldiered on. I bought me Strangers on a Train and Pi! I know! Excitin'!

(a hearty thank you, Castor, El Gringo, and darling Marshall)

And so, kids, I am exhausted with commenting and being awesome and all. I am also watching Deep Red. Peace out, home skillz.

(what was the point of this post? We'll never know)