The Blog Olympics are over.

I didn't win.........or did I?

In a instant of temporary insanity or perhaps a moment of total brilliance I accidentally wrote an imaginary post about the opening ceremony of the Blog Olympics.

Maybe the planets were in alignment, the gravitational pull stronger in daisyworld or my adrenaline was in overdrive, but for some unexplainable reason the post came together in such a way that it even cracked me up .

In my real life.....I try to post on a daily basis. It's an outlet for me. Daisyworld is a very small patch on the planet and not much happens in my small universe. Barbara and I have been blogging buddies for several months and she is one of my daily reads. I knew she was promoting the Olympics and I had signed up for the fun. Being a regular reader allows you a glimpse into someone else's life and I knew "just enough" about Barbara and her family to be dangerous.

Since Barbara was promoting the event.....of course it should take place in her living room. All the Olympic games have basically the same sequences of events ending with the dramatic moment of the lighting of the torch. What better way to start the drama of the games than having Barbara's son (10 years old) light the torch. The rest of the post seemed to write itself and by the time I had concluded the ceremony I was laughing hysterically. (Bear in mind it was about 1 o'clock in the morning so I wasn't sure if it was really that funny or if it was just sleep depravation!)

I left a comment on Barbara's website telling her that I was playing around and had written a post about the opening ceremony of the Blog Olympics that she might find amusing. I was right...she loved it. What I didn't expect, was that she would link it on her website and so many people would check it out and leave encouraging messages .

Dave was the first to leave a comment. He had previously written a post about the Nigerian internet scam asking people to send their banking information and they would share a huge sum of money being sumggled into the US. His comment started the whole parade that followed. " I was there representing Nigeria, but they threatened to throw me out because the check for entry fees was a fake. I promised Barbara 20% of 11.5 million USD dollars if she would help me sneak the dead guys money out of the country. she told me to fly a kite, but I don't have a kite, so I flew a frisbee."

The gauntlet had been thrown. Each successive comment was encouraging and more outrageous than the last. Each comment made me a little bolder and sent me on a whole new trail to come up with a story line that would keep your interest and be deserving of your time and approval.

You complied with more comments, more outrageous storylines to investigate and even gave me interviews! You allowed me the luxury to see scandal, mayhem and controversies behind the scenes. Barbara provided the stage, Dave and the other Olympians provided the drama and I just stirred the mix and served it.

Barbara and I did not collaborate on any of this till the last few days of the competition when I begged her to give me the heads up so I could stay ahead of the flow and have a story ready to post. At no time did any of you take offense at my absurities and if anything you made me want to be a better writer to justify your faith in me.

I have never written four posts in one day on topics that never occurred or had an better time doing it. It was exhausting, it was exhilarating, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I stayed on a journalistic high the whole week and could hardly wait to get "my next fix" of tabloid drama.

Everything in my blogging universe was coming to together. I started to believe that there reallly was an "International Olympic Blogging Committee "and a "Blogger Legal Office of Gripes. " Even Oprah provided a venue to take "the Dave Rumors" to new levels of stupidity.By the time I had finished the closing ceremonies I was genuinely proud of having wrapped up all the loose ends and tied them up with a bow.

It was over! I could breath again. I could interact with my family and friends. I had instant celebrity status and numerous links on your posts. I had met new friends and bonded with you in a shared experience. I had over 1200 hits in one week!

Then reality hit!

"Oh sweet Jesus, now they are going to expect me to be dazzling all the time!"

So, if you find me dazzling good,...... the hypnotic suggestion is still at work!

But if the dazzle is dimming,...... then just appreciate all the smoke and mirrors!