Much like the crack young staff of the Hatemonger's Quarterly, I whined a bit about not being nominated for any 2004 Weblog Awards.

Apparently, however, they've gotten over their angst and they suggest that the rest of us do the same:

{...}And this brings us to another topic. It seems to us as if the 2004 Weblog Awards have inspired a ridiculous amount of e-malaise on the part of “webloggers” everywhere. Erstwhile talented “webloggers,” due to the introduction of the “weblog” awards, have been nattering on about some sort of existential crisis they are enduring.

Now that my “website” has or has not been nominated for such awards, say manifold “webloggers,” I simply can’t go on. I’ve lost that e-loving feeling. “Weblogging” just doesn’t have the beauty, the purity with which I used to associate it.

To which we, the crack young staff of “The Hatemonger’s Quarterly,” respond: Get over yourself, Sartre. You are an indigent hack who wastes endless hours penning posts that will be read by three people and a mule. And two of the people will have stumbled upon your “website” by mistake, whilst hunting for Internet pornography.

So let’s not pretend that your foray into unpaid pseudo-journalism has lost its magic just because your “website” has suddenly attracted four people and two mules.

Be done with picking the belly-button lint, says the crack young staff of "The Hatemonger's Quarterly." It's apparently not attractive and you really won't like what you find on the end of your finger.

Wiser words have never been written about the fine art of blogging.

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