Like a loyal animal you try to shoo away because you think it’s in their best interest even though you love them, they just keep coming. That is, our second blogaward just padded its way over to us on furry feet. Apparently our enemies’ attempts to encircle us in a blogo-ward have failed, and the “Tell Me About Yourself” commendation was able to break through the barrier and alight on our egos.
Which means that we’re slapping together another slip-shod shoddy slip of a Thursday post to acknowledge the kindness of one of our fellow bloggers. Thanks Book Snobbery! Now, it may technically be Friday, so I’m just going to pretend I’m posting this from Hawaii. Also, it has just been brought to my attention that a second award was able to pierce the force field. What I Meant 2 Say has bestowed a second 7×7 upon us. Huzzah! If we have two 7×7 awards, that’s 49 square units doubled, so 98 square units, which means our new award is 9.89×9.89. With all these awards, it’s starting to get a little crowded in this chainmail. But if we’re going to have any hope of defeating the Orcish brutality of the Uruk Hai of the blogging world who want to horde all the internet readership for themselves, banding together and donning the armor of these self-perpetuating awards is our best bet.
This particular “Tell Me About Yourself” award may not increase our Armor Class much though, for it doesn’t even seem like praise, per se. It’s not a “Best Blog” award, or a “Moderately Entertaining” award, or even a “I Read This and Didn’t Immediately Bleed From the Eyes.” Which is totally one of the craziest defense mechanism ever. Anyway, this award doesn’t seem to have any descriptors or qualifiers of any kind. It’s simply a command that I must follow, and I fully intend to climb down from the Mount Sinai of the blogosphere and obey it. It may be just a drawing on the internet, but ever since that one bush caught fire, I’ve treated every award’s demands as if it were etched on a pair of stone tablets.
So here come 7 things about myself. Hopefully they’re not too revealing.
- Sadly, I have almost certainly coveted my neighbor’s wife, but in my defense, you should’ve seen her. Oh man.
- I haven’t committed murder or adultery, but I’m not making any promises.
- My team won the co-ed Intramural Softball championship four times, and I wear the shirts ALWAYS, just to prove to that cute girl at the checkout counter that I’ve done something with my life.
- I’m actually SAM! I just hijacked this post right now. Whatcha gonna do about it, sucka?!! Russ can’t have all the fun.
- Jeez, what should I say? Damn, I didn’t think too far ahead on this one. I guess…I like to draw. That’s something. But that’s sort of obvious, huh? Man, I’m bad at this.
- Um….I’m terrible at the game 5 Fingers. I can never think of anything I haven’t done that would be fun to say in the context of the party. Like, I’ve never been to Africa, but that’s not the kind of thing you want to hear in a game of 5 fingers. You want something juicy! And then I just get self-conscious that what I’m about to say reveals something horribly embarrassing about my psyche.
- SAM GET AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER! Do I need to get out the flyswatter? Okay let’s make a deal. Since there’s an odd number of details we’re required to provide and an even number of the two of us, let’s make the last one into a sentence at a time story about our lives. We’ll take turns writing sentences and see what happens. I don’t guarantee its accuracy, but I do guarantee its creation method. Here ya go:
Once, when I was just a young lad, I found myself in a complicated situation. I wanted to play video games and watch cable television, but my parents thought such activities would rot my brain. I soon realized there was only one thing I could do to achieve my mind-rotting dream. I wrote to Santa Claus, telling him how stingy my parents were. That night, which happened to be the night before Christmas, I heard the pitter patter of reindeer hooves (a very specific and recognizable sound) on the rooftop. I immediately panicked, because I realized Santa did not know my house had no chimney. But I had an iron will and a similarly metallic shovel, and given just a few minutes, I knew I could dig myself a path to Mr. Kringle, and to video game fun. So I got on a stool and began stabbing the roof, with…my…shovel? I’d never expected such success, but the roof collapsed in a perfect rectangular prism, allowing Santa to shimmy down with nary an obstacle. I literally squawked with glee. At first, Santa seemed taken aback, but he must’ve been used to childish bird noises of surprise and delight, so he quickly recovered and handed me the most amazing present of all time. At least, I assumed it was. Santa himself had given it to me! But he made me promise to wait until morning to open it.
The next morning, I opened it.
It was socks.
You can see how that’s the kind of story that informed the rest of my/our life.
Now it’s time to pass this award on to some other unsuspecting blogs. To make it more flattering, I’ve tweaked it slightly. Here are the blogs I think deserve the “You Are Good At Telling Me About Yourself (I Presume, and Hopefully Your Post About This Award Won’t Make a Liar Out of Me)x9.89” Award. It’s up to you guys to tell the world 9.89 things about yourself, then pass it on to up to 9.89 more blogs you deem worthy.
- Allenavw. She’s a charming, risk-taking risk-taker, who, like Sam and me, loves alcohol. She praised us recently, so now I love her forever, and I have a feeling she’ll be good at revealing interesting details about herself because her about page pleases me. Also, she has some photos of herself that I find very compelling.
- The Problem with Young People Today is… I’m sure Crabby Old Fart (a.k.a. Mr. Mills) is already fully aware of how awesome he is, what with his huge following and everything. I trust that he’ll be able to tell us a great deal about himself because he has two about pages, and explaining the geriatric details of his life is pretty much his modus operandi.
- Boggleton Drive. I’m not sure ol’ Boggy will let us in on his secrets, but his amusing examples of grammar faux pas prove that he deserves at least a large percentage of the 98 square units of praise.
- The Ruminations of Jess. She’s so supportive! Her blog is highly amusing, and it includes quite a few personal stories and details. She can tell us about herself any time.
- Love the Bad Guy. Since she gave us our first award, it seems only fair that we reciprocate. Plus, I’ve already learned that she’s a garfield-collecting cat person, so clearly some of her secrets are out there.
There you have it! And so, like a virus, the award moves on to a new host, and I move on to bed, a place I find myself in all too rarely.
Reasonably Ludicrous 
I love the math. Thanks for that. 🙂
I wonder what the THACO is for chain mail awards?
P.S. Bonus nerd points will be awarded to anybody who knows what THACO is.
Well I know now! Sadly, I didn’t start playing D&D until 3rd edition, so I am woefully unaware of the old-school lingo.
Did that burger fit?
Sam, did you realise your blog post has dandruff? It’s like snow falling from the URL cloud.
I’m worried. It appears to be contagious.
Oh no! What is that horrible stuff?!
Yeah, it’s getting to be a problem. I had to cut my hair today and buy some moisturizing shampoo.
By the way, if you’d like to contribute to the anti-Santa campaign, head on over to http://aletheakinsela.wordpress.com/ and join in the fun.
Flattered! But… High school teacher + potential student readership + intimate details about my life = awkward Monday morning.
…I’ll try to think of something for my next post, though.
Cheers, Russ & Sam!
Haha yeah I figured you would rather avoid the awkwardness, but I couldn’t resist praising you, if giving this award is indeed praise.
I might start sending you guys awards just to squeeze a couple of extra posts out of you. 🙂
Sam! I don’t think we’ve actually talked, but I feel like I know you. You and Russ should switch spots for a blog post sometime, or maybe each do you own interpretations of the same drawing?
Thanks, Rae! Likewise, I love your blog! I don’t venture out of my burrow to write too often, but I at some point I will take up the keyboard again. Russ has already tried his hand at some drawing, but I try not to encourage it for fear that it will render me obsolete.
You guys continue to NOT disappoint! Everytime I read a post I laugh so much! This was so great I had to share it with my sister, especially number 7 on your list.
Haha I love not disappointing people! I’m glad you liked the story. We had no idea how that was going to turn out…I suppose by definition.
Another one? I couldn’t be prouder if you were my own son! Wait a sec…blondish hair, maybe not so blue eyes…you sure you’re not a high school senior planning on majoring in English before going to Med School? I told YOU we’d talk about what this thought of an English degree would do to you! Seriously, Russ, and Sam, congrats! I always look forward to my Tuesday smiles!
No! You weren’t supposed to find out about this, mom! I guess I should go tell that nice lady who’s been pretending to be my mother that she can drop the act.
Nawww, now I feel all warm and fuzzy. 🙂
Thanks for sharing! And seeing at you’ve rehashed the entire award, it’s like I’ve win THREE different types!
*basks in self-glory*
Also – why exactly IS your blog snowing? 😐
Ha ha, well check you out!! Well done 😉
So, first of all, great job. As always. Secondly, I know you won’t believe this, but socks were at the TOP of my daughter’s Christmas list a couple of years ago. And Santa delivered. And she was thrilled. She told everyone how great they were – which probably made them wonder what kind of a horrible mom I was for my daughter to be so thankful for socks.
Haha. That’s great. I can imagine getting stoked on a really cool pair of socks. Especially now that I realize I only own socks that I bought at Costco. That’s not going to help me woo anyone.
I can honestly say that when Cap’n Firepants was wooing me I never paid attention to the brand of socks he was wearing.
I hope that when I graduate high school and move on into the big pond, I’ll find a kick ass illustrator, metamorphosis into a literary super-sayan and be just like you guys. You’ve got yourself yet another subscriber. Check out my blog if you’ve got the time, I’d be curious as to your feedback.
Congrats.
I think literary Super Saiyan is my new favorite description ever. Maybe I’ll put that on my business cards haha.
And I like your extended weevil simile. I’ve never seen one in real life, but I can safely say that I am part of the freaked out collective.
Thanks! When you put it on your business card you’ve got to put it in speech marks though. And you haven’t seen a weevil? They’re little black insects that live in grain. I used to pick them out of my porridge when I was child living in the slums of South Sydney.
+10 cool points for the super saiyan reference. Good job Russ! The internet folk love you! If only you could express yourself verbally as well as you do through the written word… “I like it when stuff does things!”
I hope those cool points went to my tally board…
Thanks Russ & Sam! UR the sweetest….well maybe plum pudding is sweeter, but not by much. I’ve been internet deprived the last few days and am Ludicrously behind on my Reasonably Ludicrousness so I missed this till now. Apologies for my belated thanks 🙂
Now on a more serious note…Sam, where is exactly is Russ’ hand meant to be in that first pic? Bahahaha.
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