My friends. I’m here today, not as a wrinkly Senator, but as your humble servant, graciously accepting another award, passed along by an anarchist with the word “Punk” in his title. Nobility? Hardly. Rabble-rouser? Certainly.
And here’s how he defaced it like an abandoned underpass leading to Section Eight housing:
He sent me this simple email: “Hey if you get a sec please stop by and pick up your award on my site. Do it quick; that shit is cluttering my living room.” Classic.
I don’t particularly like the rules we’re supposed to share when getting awards, so I’ll let y’all check them out here instead of posting them. I’m supposed to name 5 addictions. I’m not sure I have 5 addictions, but I’ll try:
2) Maker’s Mark bourbon. I’d be downing it on the rocks right now if we weren’t out. I love it. To discouraging levels.
3) The Blogosphere. I’ve never had a hobby, pastime, or extra-curricular activity I’ve enjoyed more than I have blogging the past 7 months. Sure, I’ve kept journals since I was 10. And when I discovered email in undergrad, and my friend Jeremy printed my daily messages to him at the end of each semester, bound the pages, put a cover sheet on them, and handed them to me at Christmas or summer break, that was cool. But the immediate gratification, instantaneous dissemination, and audience interaction blogging allows has me absolutely addicted. I probably lose 10 hours of sleep per week exclusively to reading and writing blog posts.
4) You. It’s the chaps. I just can’t quit a man who wears chaps, be them for that buckin’ bronco you keep tied up in your bedroom or that steel animal you keep corralled in the garage. You know who you are. And we both know we can’t quit one another.
5) Winning. I was going to stop at 3, but I threw in 4 to amuse myself and then asked Pretty Bride if I had any addictions, and she said this one right away (followed by Maker’s and blogging). I’m competitive; I hate losing; and once I start a project, I have an impossible time stopping it before it’s seen through to completion (again, Pretty Bride’s words, but I don’t disagree). This has led to an occasional label: “asshole.” But not too often.
And now for the passing on. I also don’t like the “you gotta pick ___ bloggers to whom to pass this” part of awards, so I’ll pick one: A Free Man. I found him through Maggie’s blog and have, since then, enjoyed the photography, stories from his younger days, rants about college football, anecdotes about parenting, and references to a life as an expat that can’t be found in one place anywhere else in the blogosphere (to my knowledge).
So, there you have it! Go back to your bars, your temples, and your massage parlours already.