Annie is celebrating her one year blog-o-versary. (Yeah, I said "blog-o-versary." So what? You wanna fight about it?)
What was I doing one year ago? Oh. I know. Dusting off the Millenium Falcon, boo beeping R2’s holograms, and learning codes and 'a ref-hef's = things and shit" to wage war on the boys in the Blogosphere. I was trying HARD to keep my end of the bet with Duke Nickerson and King Wheaton but shit, they were tough. They blogged HARD! Retorts, replys, even replays of bad dance moves set to animation. (Thanks AJ). Man, I tried to anti-blog their bloggity blog vlog iblog bullblog eggblog blogdog clogblog flogblogrog, but truth be told, I lost. Even my ghetto photoshop and secret spy tactics didn’t have a shot. I got nailed by the nerds. Nailed! And not in the hot way. (Nerds who by the way, recently spent an evening together under the starry LA sky listening to the romantic sounds of video game theme songs).
‘Dude, I hope to God they play the theme song to Ms. Pacman for the encore!’
‘I know, Wil. Man, if they play Dig Dug then Paperboy I’ll lose my shit!”
'HIGH FIVE!!! UP HIGH, DOWN LOW, IN THE MIDDLE… HUG ME!!!!’
But alas. The bet ended. They officially won. Rock, paper, elbow, send, beep beep, red wine, tap dancing, good times, leg warmers, score cards, blackmail pics, action figures, poker talk…AND…scene. It was super fun times. Times in the yearbook. Times not forgotten. Cue Saint Elmo's Fire theme song.
Despite all her efforts to avoid it, Annie became a wonderful blogger (duh. she's a talented and brilliant writer, why wouldn't she be an equally great blogger?) and I'm glad that all it took was my perfect read of her RoShamBo strategy, combined with Nickerson's power of Hawesome to start her down the path.
Happy Anniversary, Sertich. Next time I see you, I'll give you the appropriate merit badge for your nerd cape.