The finalists of the 2007 Weblog Awards (the Bloggies) were announced last week.    As you may have noticed, I haven’t mentioned this until today.  My reason has nothing to do with the fact that Citizen of the Month was not a finalist in anything, not even “The Best Blog Written by a Jewish Man Living in Redondo Beach,” which was beaten out by “The Surfing Orthodox Rabbi of Redondo Beach.”  I was glad to see that Dooce was a finalist in FIVE (!) categories, including, “The Best Blog that Neil Kramer will Complain About When he Goes into Therapy.”

Several of my pseudo-fake friends are finalists  — like the beautiful Laurie of Crazy Aunt Purl, the glamorous Deb of Smitten Kitchen, the fashionable Elisabeth of La Coquette, and the stunning Jay of Kill the Goat, none of who I’ve actually met.  Their blogs are so popular already, and since I’m passive-aggressive, I’m not even going to bother to link to them.   Suckers!

Instead, I’ll link to the graceful Tamarika, my blog crush of the day, who paid money to go on a date with me.  Also, let’s be honest, since she is not a Bloogie finalist, she is much more likely to “make out” with me in the backseat of my Hyundai than the four other “bigshots.”