I even got interviewed for the webcast, which I'm pretty sure only my mom watched (thanks, mom). You can catch me about three-fourths of the way through, if you're so inclined, talking with Simone Angel, who has very large lips up close.
No, {fray} didn't win. But winning was never really the point.
The point, for me, was to get the idea of personal storytelling out into the mainstream. To revel in the honor of being nominated alongside such excellent company and some of the biggest sites in the biz. And to celebrate that accomplishment with my friends and fellow frayers. It was their honor as much as it was mine.
And, in the end, that's exactly what I got. No complaints.
Photo by the wonderful and talented Kevin-John Black.
I hope that next year people treat the Webbies, and its nominees, with a little more respect (or, short of that, a pinch of tolerance would do.) I mean, really, if you think the Webbies are stupid, then just don't participate. If you think they've got it all wrong, start your own awards show. (I can only imagine how hard the Webby staff has been working the last few months. Did you know this is a labor of love for them? Most of the staff don't even get paid. Think about that.) Or, better yet, send them some email. Volunteer to get involved. Ask about becoming a nominating judge. Put your ass where your mouth is.
Remember, these are real people, with a real love for the web, trying to bring attention to what we're all building. Think about that next year, when this whole circus comes to town again.
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