Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Ok, so, the awards are really just a stupid popularity contest, and i don’t think anyone is disputing that. But, honestly, the best content does not lie within the most popular blogs. Without naming any names (and believe me, that’s not easy for me to do), many of the most recognized blogs are complete and utter tripe with no engaging writing or humor or anything that makes for a fun read. Will these people be nominated? Sure! Will they win? According to Matt, their popularity statistically ensures their win even if nominated against less popular and more deserving opponents.

The way to make this all interesting is to not vote for those insanely omnipresent popular weblogs. I call it my Nader Theory of Weblogs: some of the big names are a clear choice for some of their eligible categories, but for some of them (best blog of the year, best blogger.com blog) you know they’ll get nominated by someone else, so you can afford to pencil in your alternate favourites. So, i implore you, Go!, wreak havoc on the voting process!

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krisis: go and nominate me!

sus: ill nominate you for best gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgendered weblog

Actually, i’m eligible for best tagline of a weblog (Yearns, burns, and other concerns.), best non-weblog content of a weblog site (Trio @ Crushing Krisis), best-designed weblog, most humorous weblog, best blogger-powered weblog, best-kept-secret weblog, best new weblog, & best weblog overall. I’d especially like to see Trio get nominated, because it’s what i really work on and care about. More comprehensive coverage soon to come! Thanx!

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So, in true Krisis form, i was chatting with this incredibly cute inebriated girl last night, and she was sorta hanging on me more than i typically expect any person to want to hang on me. However, seeing as she was drunk, i just continued to have a conversation with her and eventually (after shaking my hand no less than 10 times) she left to go hang on someone else while i reflected that she was terribly cute and that it’s a shame it felt as thought it would be morally bankrupt to flirt with her.


Twenty minutes later we found her in a bedroom with the lead singer of the band. I had to open the door with a broom to make sure i didn’t get entangled in their little tryst. Eventually we locked her in a bathroom (she was gonna be in there a while anyhow, trust me) while the lead singer desperately tried to find her and then left in a haze of rock’n’roll.

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krisis: Well, i was totally coherent, but i lost all ability to reason. Like, i’d get to a corner and i wouldn’t be able to decide which way to cross.

matt: i see

krisis: So, if i saw any cops i was just gonna chuck my drink into the snow and avoid trying to cross any streets.

matt: My guess is with your ability not to reason you would have thrown it at the cops.

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I was jogging at about three minutes to midnight.

You see, i started off the night at Amy’s house, where there was a live band but where i knew hardly anyone. At about 10 i left Amy’s, promising to make it back for the ball drop, and headed to a second party at Karen’s. However, when i reached Karen’s house i found that i really didn’t know what floor she lived on, and stood on the porch dumbfounded for a minute or two, thinking i’d have to go back to Amy’s. Luckily, my friend Carlos showed up with no less than ten people in tow and proceeded to ring all four of the doorbells repeatedly until Karen came to the door to let us in. I knew slightly more people at Karen’s, but i found out that Carlos had arrived from his house party where nearly all of the Drexel Players had been stowed, so i eventually wound up there.

The Players were a blast, as always, and the highlight of my night was definitely a rendition of “Silent Night” done with a “Yo MTV Raps!” keyboard patch. However, when i looked at a watch (not mine, cause i didn’t wear one) i saw it was five minutes to midnite, and i had exactly five blocks to travel to make it back to Amy’s. After losing a minute to wrestling my way past a drunken gorilla-shaped acquaintance who wanted me to stay, i hit the streets at a jog. I nearly gave up halfway there, but i didn’t hear any shouting or anything, so i figured i still had a chance to make it. I go to Amy’s (almost breaking poor Tim’s nose when i flung open the door) with 15 seconds to spare on the countdown clock. Winded, i plopped myself down on a couch and joined the countdown.

That’s a story about jogging, which gets your blood pumping.

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