One of the ongoing grouses about the (bollocks horrid jargon phrase alert!) blogosphere (all clear!) is the (supposed) existence of an ‘A-list’ of bloggers whose combined popularity has spiraled ever upwards, to the (supposed) disadvantage of ‘the rest of us.’
Well, basically, get over it sunshine, some people are just better at it than you are. That argument aside – and speaking as somebody hovering just below the D-list of the blog world – the conference-junkie peer-respect thang is simultaneously both appealing and irrelevant.
So I won’t pretend not to experience a little thrill every time The Daily Grind here happens to pick up a stray comment or link from somebody whose blog I read. I find it quite scary – as I’ve mentioned many times, I tend to assume nobody reads this shit, and the thought that People Of Note might, in fact, do so is probably enough to put me right off it, if I really thought about it. But I also find it gratifying. It’s nice to be noted by people I respect.
But here’s what I suspect’s been going on of late: I think, at some recent bloggers’ shindig – which I could have attended had I been in London/San Francisco/wherever the hell BloggerCon was – a bunch of A-listers got drunk one night. Collectively, they decided to all show up at some poor unsuspecting obscure blogger’s site, and start linking and leaving comments. Just to, you know, freak them out.
I’m being A-bombed. It’s the only rational explanation.