Um...
Eek! Everybody wants to evict me from Big Blogger!
It's a weird feeling. I find myself thinking about everything I've done online this week, and whether I've been particularly objectionable. But to be honest I think practically everything I do is intensely irritating. Well, I irritate myself, at any rate.
And of course, now the straw-clutching starts... maybe it's tactical voting! Maybe the voting software's broken! Maybe it's because last week I sent out an email to half my address book, encouraging people to follow a link and vote for me in Big Blogger, and then forward the email to others... and I didn't specify that it was only valid for one week!
Hmmm, thinking about it like that, that email was a spectacularly stupid idea...
The weirdest thing of all is that there are weird rules in place this week, which mean that if I get the most votes I won't be evicted. But there are also bonus votes to be subtracted and penalty votes to be added and it's well nigh impossible to work out who'll actually get evicted, which could leave me with the dubious honour of being the person the public most wants to evict, but staying in anyway.
I'm trying to find a way of convincing you I'm more fascinated than bothered by it all, but I don't think you'll believe me. Or when I say that BB is exhausting and it'd be a relief to be let off the hook and go back to my 'normal' life.
Life isn't very normal at the moment, though. And I still can't say why. Which is annoying.
Anyway, I have to cook two giant curries and a birthday cake, as I seem to have invited 20 people to a Big Birthday Dinner tomorrow night, and I spent all day today working on an Exciting New Website to be launched on Monday, which is when I will tell you all about it properly. Oh, and I've also organised a Birthday Treasure Hunt in the park tomorrow afternoon, and I haven't made the maps yet. Except of course that it may well rain. And it's fucking freezing in Manchester at the moment.
When I came in from my exercise class this evening, it was to howls of laughter. I found Felix literally rolling aroujnd on the floor and clutching his sides while his dad did a Dad Dance any dad would be proud of, to the new Chemical Brothers single. "We're having a disco!" said Felix, in between gasps and wiping the tears from his eyes.
Aww. Bless 'em.
___
It's a weird feeling. I find myself thinking about everything I've done online this week, and whether I've been particularly objectionable. But to be honest I think practically everything I do is intensely irritating. Well, I irritate myself, at any rate.
And of course, now the straw-clutching starts... maybe it's tactical voting! Maybe the voting software's broken! Maybe it's because last week I sent out an email to half my address book, encouraging people to follow a link and vote for me in Big Blogger, and then forward the email to others... and I didn't specify that it was only valid for one week!
Hmmm, thinking about it like that, that email was a spectacularly stupid idea...
The weirdest thing of all is that there are weird rules in place this week, which mean that if I get the most votes I won't be evicted. But there are also bonus votes to be subtracted and penalty votes to be added and it's well nigh impossible to work out who'll actually get evicted, which could leave me with the dubious honour of being the person the public most wants to evict, but staying in anyway.
I'm trying to find a way of convincing you I'm more fascinated than bothered by it all, but I don't think you'll believe me. Or when I say that BB is exhausting and it'd be a relief to be let off the hook and go back to my 'normal' life.
Life isn't very normal at the moment, though. And I still can't say why. Which is annoying.
Anyway, I have to cook two giant curries and a birthday cake, as I seem to have invited 20 people to a Big Birthday Dinner tomorrow night, and I spent all day today working on an Exciting New Website to be launched on Monday, which is when I will tell you all about it properly. Oh, and I've also organised a Birthday Treasure Hunt in the park tomorrow afternoon, and I haven't made the maps yet. Except of course that it may well rain. And it's fucking freezing in Manchester at the moment.
When I came in from my exercise class this evening, it was to howls of laughter. I found Felix literally rolling aroujnd on the floor and clutching his sides while his dad did a Dad Dance any dad would be proud of, to the new Chemical Brothers single. "We're having a disco!" said Felix, in between gasps and wiping the tears from his eyes.
Aww. Bless 'em.
___
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