Ma! Ma! Look! I have just been selected as Time Magazine’s Person of the Year! Well, it’s actually “You” (which also means me) but only if you have generated some form of useful, admired, widely-read content online.
And for seizing the reins of the global media, for founding and framing the new digital democracy, for working for nothing and beating the pros at their own game, TIME’s Person of the Year for 2006 is you.
What does that mean? I don’t even care! Recognition! Finally! After all these years (ok, ok, “year”) of:
- silently writing blog posts that no one else reads
- adding a sitemeter, feedburner feed-management, and links to other blogs that no one reads either (come on guys, own up … atleast now!)
- letting people know that I am a Multicellular Microorganism in the TTLB Ecosystem although most sane people just barf when they read that because it makes no sense
- letting creepy strangers know what movies I have been watching and even what web-links interest me.
- writing weird titles to posts just so I can be the first result on google for search-terms like unakkum enakkum anandam, nageswaran road, and refill cadrige.
See ma? It was not in vain – I am finally someone famous. My name is up in lights. I am in seventh-
What was that? 5-year old Bunty who lives next door? The kid who blogs about his dog’s daily poop count? Yes I know him. What? He is claiming to be Person of the Year too? He is wearing a crown and a sash that says what???
Sigh.
Yes ma – I’ll stop all this nonsense.
Yes ma, I am eating well.
Sigh.
No ma, I don’t hang out with that guy because he was arrested last week moved out of town for awhile.
Ok ma, bye.
Damn you TIME magazine. Thanks for being so specific!
[tags]time magazine, person of the year [/tags]