The Duck went from 2nd-to-last place (~1%) yesterday evening to 5th place (~10.0%) this evening. Ummmmm....kinda odd, ya know.
(Stop pimpin the other guys!)
No shit. I cry foul, cheater, neener neener, all that stuff.
Since each vote takes roughly 30 seconds to cast (and since I'm too lazy to really violate ethics and vote-bomb the thing, preferring the manual-intensive pseudo-proper method), I calculate that it would take until roughly Wednesday for me to vote enough to get you to 5%.
And that, sir, is an indication of just how unfair a world we live in. Scott Ott is good, but really should be in a class by himself, such as "Best Totally Made Up Bullshit News Stories", and Frank J belongs in some Under-30 category of his own, because the votes he gets must be skewed to those with less eclectic taste. Funny as hell, granted, but not in the league of you and Jeff G.
No. I meant phlegmatic. Phlematic isn't a fucking word.
I still suspect that Duck character is fucking with the votes because Wizbang's using Diebold voting servers and I didn't get a receipt to show it counted my vote correctly and Rumsfeld's second cousin's college roommate married a roofer and the skunk apes are pushing over trees in Tennessee and...and...
Oh wait, there's my medication...
Incidentally, what happens if the final results match the current standings? Does that mean the tagline changes from "Where the half-rubber meets the road" to "One step up from an ingrown brain stem"?