I have no one to blame but myself.
Actually, that’s not true. I have many of you to blame.
Well, again, that's not totally true either. The people I have to blame likely aren't reading this.
Yes, I have been eliminated from the Blogger Idol competition after making the final 6. I'm sorry. I know this is hard to take. It's okay. You'll get over it. Eventually.
The toughest thing for me to come to terms with is why I got the axe. I obviously wasn’t eliminated because the judges didn’t like me; they didn’t always get me, but get real: everyone likes me. And I clearly wasn’t eliminated because my writing wasn’t good enough; don’t make me laugh: my writing is fucking phenomenal. The problem is, so was the competition's. And sure, the assignments never quite seemed to hit my sweet spot, but that’s one of the challenges of Blogger Idol, so that's a non-starter.
The real issue here is that I might have been able to linger for another week or two if I had any friends, because I was eliminated because no one voted for me! EVER! I realize I am yelling this into the wind, since those people that didn’t vote for me certainly aren’t ever going to read this, but I am entitled to a rant! I wanted to win the Samsung Galaxy tablet. And I wanted to represent for all the so-called Dad Bloggers out there. Instead, I’ve accomplished neither. Thanks to you.
It's not all bad, though. I’ve made some new friends in the bloggerverse, and I’ve learned some new things about myself (mostly that I don’t have enough friends in the bloggerverse). I think that by making the final six (by the skin of my teeth, it seems), I may be asked back to judge next year. In which case I can only hope that all those assholes out there that couldn't be bothered to click a button next to the name "Dad and Buried" enter the competition themselves so I can take a big dump all over their entries every week.
It's been fun, thanks for reading my posts (all three of you), and good luck to the remaining contestants.