Uh-oh. I Suppose I Shouldn't Mention That I Won the Nobel Peace Prize, the Pulitzer, and the Pritzker This Weekend

At first I presumed that a little Puck had created BestDCBlog purely as a vehicle to get bloggers and commenters sniping about one another. Upon further review I see that I am, happily, correct. (I say "happily" because it's a niche market just not being served elsewhere on the internet and I think they're onto something fresh.) Anyway after three long weeks, the cognoscenti have finally given me my due by nominating me for "Worst DC Blog." While my nominators go for the obligatory feces reference (yawn) and the linguistic legstretching of "she sucks," it's the following gem that emerges as the clear leader from the Bunched Underdrawers Brigade:

I'm so sick of hearing about Brunch Bird, Brunch Bird, Bunch Bird. You'd think she just gave birth to Jesus. She's the worst because she's overexposed. Blech.

Irony has no better footservant than the one who complains about your blog being overexposed by nominating it (saying the name three times) on what is apparently becoming quite the popular blog. And I can allay my benefactor's fears that the misperception exists that I've done something akin to giving birth to Jesus. Rest assured: anyone who knows me knows I don't want to have children.