Pensees: Finally Blogspotted!

Finally Blogspotted!

This is funny. (At least for a guy with a blah sense of humor like mine).

I have been blogspotted!

For blog-eons I have tried to be blogspotted by Phil Johnson ever since he first started this amusing self-absorbed exercise. I have done everything from putting multiple links into one blog post to obsequiously groveling in my compliments and agreements (except for one notable occasion). I had even come very close to buying two t-shirts from the Pyro store to double as Christmas gifts for my wife and daughter as well as a not-so-subtle attempt to get blogspotted.

But do you think I got blog-spotted? Nope. Not one time.

However, last weekend I make one simple complaint, mildly overstated and sprinkled with occasional hyperbole so subtle and nuanced I thought it would be bland, and I get noticed. I was actually concerned that my fawning praise for the site (particularly Dan and Phil) would obscure my gentle grievance but POOF! I get blogspotted and scorned as a puritanical party-pooper.

Touchy. Touchy.

But, hey! It’s a dream come true. The 1689-ish evangelical blogger’s biggest dream, the holy grail of bloggers, was realized and attained by me so suddenly I haven’t even decided how I am going to celebrate. I think I’ll break out the Pyromaniac sticker I have and put it on something; maybe my briefcase or my Franklin.

But here is the amazing thing, ladies and gentlemen. I am now on the Pyro’s blogroll! A whole new category of blogs has been ascribed to me, the pictureless, graphic-less blog: Bland. Of the millions of bland blogs in the blogosphere, I reign supreme and ALONE in the distinguished Pyromaniacs’ blogroll under this category. (I am truly pleased. I have been wondering how to get on this roll without begging). This might mean that my traffic will so increase that I may actually have to write something or the thousands of curious readers that I am likely to have now will think that I am, well, bland.

Of course, maybe the Pyromaniacs actually are criticizing my content. Hmm.That would be fair, I guess. I am pretty bland generally. Ask my wife. My favorite kind of icecream is vanilla. And, besides, I don’t have a consortium of geniuses to contribute pithy posts, doctrinal diatribes, and colorful cartoons on a regular basis. I’m just me; plain, midwestern, and average typist. So, even after winning the lottery, I shall persevere in my nonchalence about being anything for anybody but a blog for Bob’s usually bland, but occasionally astute (if I may say so myself), and always bodacious blithering. Handling the recognition is going to be hard, but I must not lose my head.

However, I admit that my normally cool, unflappable indifference toward the praises and curses of men has given way to a frenzied gaga over my fifteen minutes of fame. *******If you like I will print a copy of the famed TeamPyro’s graphic of me and autograph it for free!!!!! (not including shipping and handling).*******

If you are so other-worldy as to be able to turn down this good offer, go read Phil Johnson’s articles on Lordship. (In response to another commenter on another thread, yes, I am basically alligned with the MacArthur view of this hot debate.)