Closing Time
Just a reminder that nominations for the Irish Blog Awards "long list" are only being accepted till 11.59 p.m. tonight. If you haven't yet submitted your faves then you can do so here (new nomination form allows multiple nominations).
Due to a fairly hefty amount of spamming, Damien Mulley has had to remind people not to indiscriminately vote for a blog in every available category. For example, voting for an exclusively English language blog in the "Best Use of the Irish Language in a Blog" category is, obviously enough, taking the piss and just makes Mr. Mulley's job that bit harder.
So please – even if you madly consider this blog your dearest friend – don't nominate fustar.info in categories like "Best Podcaster" or "Best Group Blog". Stick to the relevant categories (Arts & Culture, Design, Sport etc) and all will be well and hunkus dorus.
If you can't think of any blogs to nominate in some of the listed categories then have a root around on my links page: There are some good 'uns there.
On a completely unrelated note I direct your attention to the latest "face " on Jess's lovely Kind I Like photo blog [and while you're there, sure why not drop her a nomination]. If it doesn't scare seventeen hues of poo out of you then you must have nerves of the strongest steel.
January 26, 2007
10 responses to Closing Time
That post title has put me in a Tom Waits mood.
Nothing wrong with that. The Waits mood is usually accompanied by a few glasses of whiskey and a tear or two of loss and regret in the eye.
Good ol’ Tom…
Damien,
There’s a little pic to enhance the mood for you.
Oh, Tom! Would make you regret for its own sake, really.
Yup, Kevin. Quite often when I’m pissed I’ll pop on the headphones, lie on the couch, and have a late night session with Tom. I usually sob drunkenly…though I’m never sure exactly why. Thankfully my wife tolerates such maudlin behaviour.
…to a degree.
Well fústar, I can’t let it go without saying that your habitual sessions are, well, just a little worrying. It’s the word ‘sob.’ No one denies the satisfaction of a few, somber tears, but sobs are loud. Loud and wet.
I’m not too happy about your headphones either. Get a grip, you comic-book reading, internet dwelling drunk.
And as for you, Jess…
I like things that are “Loud and Wet”, Kevin. I like them very much.
By the way, hope to see you at the Blog Awards. I’ll be the one wearing headphones, sobbing loudly and wetly on your shoulder. Can’t wait!
Oh, it’s a deal!