I am not going to take place in any blogger popularity contests. Please do not: email me and ask me to link you and not link someone else; ask me to remove someone from my blogroll so you can achieve a higher ranking than them in any of the blogging ranking systems; send me emails detailing some slight another blogger has affronted you with, asking me to publicly flog that blogger; try to get me involved in blogging cat fights over hits and stats.
Blogging - as well as reading blogs - is a joy to me. Don't make it into something it's not. Being at the top of the blogging food chain will not put food on your table or get you into Spago. It will not get you laid or make you prettier or make your dick bigger.
It will, if you let it, connect you to people you might otherwise never have met. It will, if you let it, give you knowledge about the world around you and tell you stories you might have never heard otherwise. It will, if you let it, turn you into a teacher of sorts or a student or a friend.
Thousands of people read and write blogs every day. You have the chance to entertain, to teach, to learn, to write, to help others. You have the ability to laugh or make others laugh, to cry along with someone, to feel outrage and write about that outrage, to make a difference, no matter how small, to someone who has read your blog and was touched by something you wrote.
You can play games with others, listen to their music, laugh at their jokes, click on their links and talk about inane subjects such as tampons or action figures or movies.
You can read what life is like in a city, state or country other than yours. You can seek out information or relay information or just find another person who shares your love of zydeco music.
Blogging and reading blogs can be a wonderful thing. Don't drag it down into a grade school level schoolyard contest. Well, do it if you must, but don't ask me to step in.
I just want to write and read and connect. I don't want to play your stupid reindeer games.