Sometimes the stars align. Or at least the flakes.

Here I was, pondering my 13th place showing in round 1 voting at the 2006 Canadian Blog Awards. And there it was -- snow. Right here, in my little Vancouver suburb, heaps and heaps and heaps of snow.

And we all know what a guy needs to work out his political future: a long walk in the snow.

And so I walked. Well, I got a ride down to the pub, threw back a few, had a couple dozen wings, then wrote my name in the parking lot. Dotted the "i" and everything. Thing of beauty. But I walked home. Staggered, anyway.

Point is, I figured a couple of things out. One of those things had to do with foreskin and frostbite, but I'll spare you the uncomfortable details. The second thing I figured out is that I'm not about to give up this fight.

Sure, my blog has been "eliminated from future rounds of voting". Yes, I've been "resoundingly rejected by blog readers". Absolutely, I "have no chance of winning within the rules of the competition."

But, in the words of Gandhi, anytime somebody reminded him that he was an untouchable -- so fucking what?

My mission to be voted the Canadian Blog Awards Best Humour Blog of 2006 is bigger than the mere fact that I cannot be voted the Canadian Blog Awards Best Humour Blog of 2006. My dedication to serve as your democratic choice for humour in the blogosphere is not weakened by your decision that you'd rather I didn't. My commitment to this process will not be stymied by its results.

And so, I formally announce that my campaign will continue. With this announcement, I am unveiling my first in a series of campaign ads directed at some of the front runners in round two voting, whom I view to be my most serious competition, given that they made it to round two and I didn't.

Remember: vote for me in round two... even though you can't.