Steve A of DFW Point-to-Point was kind enough to nominate me for a Liebster award, a kind of "I really enjoy your blog" chain letter post thing that bloggers give one another. I really appreciate the thought, but there is a problem.
Most of the blogs I would "nominate" have already been listed for Liebsters by others before me. Plus, one of the things you have to do is list 11 facts about yourself. Then, you're supposed to answer 11 questions supplied by the nominating blogger. Also, you're supposed to produce a list of questions for your nominees to answer.
When I tried to get started, this is what happened:
11 facts about me:
1) I am lazy.
2) I am selfish.
3) Ach du lieber Liebster, I don't feel like doing any more.
I sure hope I'm not hurting Steve's feelings by being like this; he has been reading my stuff ever since I started, or close to it. I like reading his stuff too. But I'm lazy. And selfish.
Yer Buzz Killin`Pal,
R A N T W I C KPS - I am quite fascinated by how bad this post is making me feel. That`s the creepy power of the personally relevant chain letter, man. Crazy. I`m gonna publish before I lose my nerve...
7 comments:
We might be related.
In the immortal words of Rantwick; "+1!"
We blog for ourselves, not to be part of a creepy secret society. Good call. And 11 facts is too much information... keep the aura of mystery
Steve - Thanks brother. I love you, man!
You said it, Rantwick. I am having the same struggles. I sometimes think that the last thing I want to do bore the few readers I have with information about ME. If I was as interesting as you and Steve, I might think differently.
I have not bitten on that either. Either I would bore someone with meaningless details about myself, or get myself in trouble with my employer for revealing too much.
I've been putting off responding to a Liebster post because it seemed like it would require a lot of time and consideration. Consideration I have in abundance. Time to exert it on my blogging life not so much.
My blogging universe is small; I spend more time thinking and writing than luxuriating in the words of others. Had I unlimited time I could read all the things I think I should, plus impulse items as they come to my attention.
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