Showing posts with label Award. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Award. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Kreativ Blogger


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PE Nolan, a youngster who originally hails from Texas, and somehow or other, ended up in New Yawk City, and seems to be none the worse for it...has seen fit to bestow upon me an award. The second one she's given me, I should add. I can only think that the idea came to her during one of her menopausal stoner periods, when she was taking the name of her funny, and insightful blog, literally. The name of her blog is...Menopausal Stoners. The award's name is, Kreativ Blogger.

I think probably most of my readers are already following her blog, but just in case, go give your funny bone a work out, if not.

As these awards are wont to do, or ask rather, I have to do something in return. In this case, list seven things that I like that have nothing to do with people. That's going to be an easy one, as I am often accused of being an extraterrestrial from the Planet of Uno, who basically prefers the company of moi...and this from my own family...who are people.

The other requirement is to give the award to four other people. No problem with that, I follow so many clever and inventive bloggers, that actually it will be difficult to weed them out and down to just four. So if your blog isn't one of them, please...it's not because you weren't considered. On the other hand, maybe you are basically an undeserving person in general, and why would I give it to you, without some sort of compensation...you know who you are.

Here then are my seven inane and self-indulgent pleasurable, sensuous and suggestive things which turn me on. Need a cold shower now?

1. Oops, this one is invalid, as it involves people...of questionable repute, but people nevertheless.

2. I love the play of tree leaf shadows on the ground. Particularly on a slightly breezy day, which gives the shadows a ballet of sorts. A moving, almost living thing sometimes. For me, it isn't necessary to watch this kind of beautiful show for long. Even a short session seems to free my mind, and makes me more at ease. Don't know why.

3. I have the same fascination with the ocean. But the problem with the ocean is, I tend to get lethargic. What I mean is, I lived at the ocean for a few months years ago. I found that I spent most of my free time walking up and down the beach, picking up shells, or sitting and looking at the ocean in wonder, and otherwise unable to do anything productive...like...laundry, cooking...going to the store...paying bills, etc. But, God I do love the ocean.

4. Red wine is fine. Need I say more? Interesting note...I just remembered, this was the first item on PE's list.

5. I could eat every raw oyster in the world. I love raw oysters. And I especially...even though I can no longer partake of this baby...love oyster shooters. .
For those who have never experienced one, and are curious, here is a recipe:

In a shot glass,
1 raw oyster and it's juice, preferably from Apalachicola, Florida
1 ounce ice cold Vodka
As much Tabasco as your stomach can take
Fresh-squeezed lemon juice

DO NOT SIP IT...toss it!

My mouth is hating me at this moment for even mentioning it. BTW, did I ever mention my tequila experience in Baja, on a cliff, back in '85 I think it was. No? Well...no, next time.

6. Sort of fudging, but listening only involves me, so...I love Blues music of any era... in addition to Classical music. I do listen to other genres, but mostly to these two.

7. I never really learned to "play" the guitar, but I did manage to teach myself a few blues riffs to amuse myself with. Unfortunately, when my arthritis started interfering with my finger grip a couple of years back, I had to give that up. One of my favorite things though, just sitting and messin' 'round with the guitar...back when.

8. (cause I fuked around with number one) I am not an outdoors jock guy, but I love the outdoors. I would rather be outside than in. I would rather be in a boat, or hiking in the desert, or watching the buffalo roam (yep, there are actually buffalo on the plain plains again...albeit, they all belong to Ted Turner...but, hey) But, damn do I hate the ferking snow. I don't even like books, or movies that take place in the snow...it could all melt, flood the oceans, cause Californicate to mud slide away, and old JJ would laugh, and laugh, and laugh...til I had to mow the grass, that is.

The truth of all this is, I am really a people person, and while on occasion, I like to be alone...just as everyone does, I suppose, this exercise was a little more difficult than I made it out to be. Because I especially love my family, and they are actually my favorite pre-occupations...and they give me what I can't get alone...unqualified love.

Again, thanks PE for the award.

And the four souls who will have to come up with seven of their own sans people activities by being awarded the Kreativ Blogger Award are:

Intelliwench of post-raphael sisterhood---who really is, intelligent...and witty...and just a good egg, not to mention post-raphael.

Becomingkate of Blogging Is My Only Vice. When I first read Kate's blog a couple of years ago, I have to tell you, she made me cry. Someone who has experienced a lot in her life, and much of it not so good. She has come to terms with much of it, and continues to amaze me with her good humor regards daily struggles. Kate you deserve every award ever created.

Lou whose blog is named, The Quiet Life. Lou lives in New Zealand, a place I must admit I knew not much about until discovering her blog. Lou, like intelliwench is witty, caring, and very smart. I try not to miss any of her posts...although of late, I have been amiss in that department.

Doug of The Voice Inside My Eye, is a quiet and unassuming Canadian (aren't they all, though?). With a great photography talent and a keen wit. I always enjoy going over there.

It truly was difficult to pick four. I am already feeling bad that several of you weren't on this list...and I do mean several.

Next time, amusements, funny things, and general guffawness.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Franchness Award

By unpopular request, I have taken it upon myself to create an award to end all awards here in bloggerville.

There was an entire gaggle of bloggers who were in the running. So many, that I simply don't have space to mention them all. For those of you who may be scratching there in that nonpublic place and wondering,"what's a gaggle, and does it have anything to do with Google?"...I have an answer, in my usual informative and highly succinct, educational way. A gaggle is, a whole lot. A Google is the entire Universe...somewhat more than a whole lot, but less than the girth of say...oh...Rush Limbaugh---who has been know to take a double gaggle of pain pills on occasion. But, that's another post.

OK, so maybe there weren't that many candidates. A half gaggle, perhaps...which is more than a bunch, and certainly a smidgen, or iota, which has nothing to do with the ancient Classical Grecian Column...that would be Ionic. Speaking of Ouzo...we weren't? Tell it to the Chaplin...or, ameer (sp? so sue me, I'm not Muslim.)

Ouzo: Did I ever relate the fact that I grew up two doors down/up from a Greek Family. The daughter, who was two years younger than moi, was a nice young lady...except that she had a crush on me. The fact that I didn't respond in kind, disqualified her from a life of misery and introspection, and what-the-fuck-was-I-thinkingness. She married a stable, sane, other non-Greek person in the neighborhood. I went to their wedding. And a helluva wedding it was...not fat...just helluva. It was at this function that I was introduced to Ouzo. Ouzo from the freezer...that's where they kept it...and that's where I spent the entire reception...next to the freezer. My advice to you regards Ouzo is...if your car's valves are tapping...dump a pint of Ouzo in the gas tank and...no more tapping. Do NOT drink it!

Back to the subject at Mano (don't you love my bi-lingualness?). I struggled with a name for the award. It had to reflect the classiness of the thought behind the award, and yet not appear pretentious. After wasting an entire evening and bottle of fine Merlot, I hit upon the idea of something Frenchy...something pretentious...such as, du Jeor Award, or Sock Day Blue Award, or Merlot pour Jaded Award (pulease, French speaking peoples out there---do not, DO NOT, correct my French. You may pardon it, but don't correct it. I KNOW it is correctable. And besides---I used to live with a bitch...oops...lady, who spent many years in Franch (Merlot for France) and spoke Franch Ouzoly fluent. She used to correct my Franch constantly. What the bitch...er, lady didn't know was...I DON'T SPEAK FRANCH. Ha!

But, I digress, and duress. The award.

The first, Merlot inspired, non-Grecian, uncorrected Franchy, classy, tres coveted Award entitled, "Moi Blog Award" goes to...

Moi (translation to you non-Franch speakers: Me).

As I said, I struggled with this and the only conclusion can be, I, me, moi, am about blogging. Bloggin' in the self-serving sense. A displaced Southerner, living in the Mid-west, driving a Korean van, and a Japanese car...giving my children Chinese toys, and using a German camera for auto-biographical purposes...who else could be more AMURICAN...and self-centered? Except of course, Sarah whatsher...but she doesn't have a blog...that I would want to visit (you should take note that over there on the right in my blogs I follow...there is no Sarah...Palin...Alaskan...or, Bear blog.)

Sorry all of you followers, I considered each and every, but none of you met the ultimate test: complete self-centered adoration...Narcissusness. Moi do.

Bon jour soup de day.

Oops, forgot...here's the thingy thing award graphicness:



Feel free to steal it, copy it, eat it, award it to yourself...or just go to sleep...with the help of a glass of Merlot...DO NOT DRINK OUZO! Well, maybe just a snort.