Thursday, April 27, 2006


They say (whoever “they” are) that Blogging is its Own Reward.

Sure, I know some people blog for money.

Some people blog because they are on a ceaseless quest for adoration from people who don’t know them. And some people are constantly on the prowl for ways to waste time and aggrandize themselves.

But most of us just like the idea of throwing our shit up on the wall to see if any of it sticks. [Ego, meet Creativity. Creativity, meet Ego.]

And, speaking of Matters Fecal, several months ago I conducted a poll to see who was the Best Crapblogger. Being the good sport I am, I recused myself from participation in the contest...not that it would have affected the outcome any.

Gut Rumbles ran away with the prize: the Shit Heard ’Round the World. That should be no surprise. Rob Smith has a colossal readership, but more importantly, he’s a talented writer...especially when it comes to writing about Excrement.

And so it comes down to this: Tonight, at a Barbeque Dinner at the Salt Lick in Driftwood, Texas, in the company of about 40 Blown-Eyed Blodgers from around the country, I presented Rob with a Most Special Award during the Blown-Eyed Blodgers debauch-fest this weekend...

Golden Plunger detail

The Golden Plunger

Rob was surprised - and almost speechless. Almost, but not quite. His acceptance remarks?

“I am flushed with pride.”

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