UPDATE: For a year-end wrap-up, the Post bloggers of D.C., Maryland and Virginia were asked to write about their colleagues’ best work, and those pieces appeared Wednesday morning. When I thanked my co-bloggers for their posts mentioning The State of NoVa, the proprietor of Rosenwald, Md., responded: “No problem, except I made it all up.”

The following item about Rosenwald, Md. (note the PROPER use of the comma) is hereby RETRACTED, and war is DECLARED on the so-called “Free State (Except when you drive on our new highway)blog.”

ORIGINAL POST: When they told me The Post was launching a blog about Maryland (blech), from some tech-mad, food-loving town called Rosenwald, I immediately planned a fake counter-attack: A pro wrestling-style feud, an overhyped shouting match between the blogs of the two states, complete with smashing chairs and predetermined outcomes. (One editor actually signed off on this.)

Then, just off the campus of George Mason University in Fairfax City, I spotted this historical marker:

Julius Rosenwald did great things, such as build 5,000 schools for African-Americans and sell things from catalogs. Mike Rosenwald writes a blog and orders things from catalogs. Somehow, the two men apparently are NOT related. (Tom Jackman/The Washington Post)

And there could be no feud. Plus I really detest pro wrestling.

Read Mike Rosenwald’s and Mike DeBonis’s assessments of my blog.

Mike Rosenwald says he isn’t related to Julius Rosenwald or the Sears empire. If he was an heir to the Sears empire, he wouldn’t be down here in the muck with me writing a blog. He’d be writing florid catalog copy about beltless slacks and family karaoke machines.

Instead, we are gifted with such gems as these:

A movie about a crab shack and life, about a Maryland filmmaker.

A start-up with a potential way to avoid sickness, about a website that maps illnesses.

In Maryland, a turkey shortage, about locally grown turkeys.

The coming squirrel famine, which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.

The story of a criminally induced payphone, about a lucrative scam.

For my top picks of 2011 from the District of DeBonis, and my angst over HIS blog (too), read after the jump:

Then The Post decided to make Mike DeBonis the D.C. blogger. This is bad because this guy is a machine. He cranks out stories, blog posts, tweets, and twice daily collections of links to every story you might ever want to read about the District. I’m not sure when he eats or sleeps, but his production makes the rest of us look horrible.

Not only that, but the life of a Post blogger is a solitary one. You sign on to our, uh, “quirky” content management system and create a file. Then you write your blog post. Then you write the headline. The digital summary. The digital summary headline. The search engine optimization data. The metadata. You find a photo and insert it. You fill in six more boxes of data. You write the caption. You geolocate your blog item. You add keywords and categories. The actual reporting and writing is the easy part.

Now look at the photo on his blog. “What did I get myself into?” this guy is asking. But for the rest of us, it’s all gold:

Some alternate Marion Barry castings, a Twitter-based list of suggestions for the biopic. Missing Dave Chappelle, I’d say.

D.C.’s potential taxi fare hike: The facts, which are a good thing to have.

Jack Evans’s mystery job revealed, a very interesting bit of reporting.

‘Mama Cole,’ soul food queen, dies at 58, a fine homage to the Anacostia cook.

The widespread appeal of Marion Barry t-shirts, which featured the slogan, “Making a great city even greater.”