Burningbird

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

Vote on the Bloggies — the weblogging awards. People do this for free; least we can do is tell them we like ’em.

During the awards voting period, visit your favorite weblogs (nominated or not) and drop a note in the comments about how much you like the weblog, and how much you appreciate what the weblog is providing. Or drop the weblogger an email. Provide them with your very own personal Bloggie — a brief note of thanks. A quick note just to say “Hi. I’m here. I appreciate what you do.”

I know my life is richer thanks to the weblogs you see to the left and elsewhere on the web. Least I can do is spread that wealth around a bit.

Folks to the left, I’m on my way!

<edit> Mike Sanders of Keep Trying took this all a step further back during the interesting Scripting News Awards early days. He created a do it yourself awards system, with associated humorous results.

Now, darn it, I’m going to have to add another weblog to my Plutonians list, and I just had it nicely rearranged — Mike, you’ve got my award for man with the best sense of perspective!</edit>

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

What a great idea — a blog index. Now you can look under ‘B’, and find me! And a whole lot of other weblogs that start with ‘B’. Nicely done! Wait until all them Blogger blogs start pinging weblogs.com. Then we’ll see some real action!

Blog indexes. Blogstickers. Blog/Google games. Awards. A Blogging Lexicon. Are we heading over the edge? If so, how far will we fall? And will we have a fun time falling? Life’s mysteries.

Thanks to TX Meryl for tip. And she got it through Gary, who got it through the ether. Gary gets a lot of things through the ether. Come to think of it, so does TX Meryl.

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I was having so much fun with Googlewhacking today that I didn’t realize until tonight that I called David Weinberger, JOJO the Blog Faced Boy.

My apologies.

Ahem. Ladies, Gentlemen, the correct nom de plume for Mr. Weinberger is JOHO — the Blog Faced Boy.

Mr. Weinberger is of course free to mangle burningbird as he sees fit – verbally, of course.