Q: What are you doing right this minute?
A: Nothing! Nothing important! With that in mind, I urge you to run not walk to The Best Stuff in the World and vote for T.A.M.S.Y.!
The Best Stuff in the World, by the way, is the totally awesomeest way to waste time I've ever seen in my whole life, and I've seen a lot of wasted time. It's sort of like its Web 2.0 brethren digg or del.icio.us or YouTube, except instead of aggregating your favorite articles or Web sites or amateur guitar videos, it aggregates everything in existence -- like, for instance, these things...
-- and then lets you vote for those things as "the best" in any category that you can find and/or think of. Like, for instance, these things:
- The Best Director.
- The Best People to Have Crushes On (vote for Starbucks Baristas, obvs).
- The Best Beatles Song
- The Best Breasts.
- The Best Web 2.0 Site.
- The Best Moustache (vote for Mario, obvs).
So anyways. Last night, I noticed that the Best Blog category was looking a little anemic, so I racked my brain to think of a good candidate and then realized, Oh, right, MINE. And then I noticed there were some other categories that seemed logical choices, like "The Best Site For Answers," and "The Best Humorous Blog," and "The Best Thing To Do After Sex." And then I voted the shit out of them.
The problem is that I just checked my tally and it now looks like this.

Oh God, the embarassment. The shame. The weeping and gnashing of teeth. It's bad enough to spend 10 minutes voting for yourself in a popularity contest no one's heard of without some jerkoff
The good news is that I'm still only two votes behind Gawker. So please, readers, let your voices be heard! So that my voice can be heard of! By 20 people in Australia!




