I haven’t figured out yet whether it’s okay across the pond (I’m US based) to be a guy. Or a bloke, for that matter — we don’t have any of those here, so I’ve never actually laid eyes on one.
Um — well, I don’t think I have, anyway.
Gee, what if I’ve passed a tourist-bloke or an exchange-student-bloke just that close on the sidewalk and never even known it!
I wonder what their distinguishing characteristics are. Hmmmm.
Well, from the evidence at hand it seems that they, like guys — as the terms seem here to be interchangeable — are witty, open-hearted, affirmative, community minded, and on top of all that, damn good writers!
I mean, you should go over to this site, which is run by a guy and a bloke, both in one person, who invites you to call him either at personal whim, and dedicates massive numbers of his own posts to talking up the posts of other people.
We could really use more like him, say I.
Besides, he had the scintillatingly awesome over-the-top-taste to recommend yours foolie for an award commending the kindness, passion and compassion of her poetry.
No, really — here’s the blurb for it:
So, hmm. maybe her perceptions are skewed now — I mean, maybe she’s seeing unfunny, badly written, self centered cra — um, doo-doo — as really very excellent work! Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
Well, you decide:
A Guy Called Bloke:
For the Versatile Blogger Award
Here’s what I gotta do:
Thank the person who gave you this award.
Thanks a whole lot, buddy. Um, bloke. Um…
Include a link to their blog.
Please see (hopefully live) link above and click through to better comedy by far than my own — if only for some sweet relief…
Select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.
Now that I took this schtick you will have to come up with real stuff about yourself, haha!
Inspire Someone Today
Leading a Life of Purpose
Art of Quotation
When Women Inspire
Discovering Your Happiness
999 Roses In My Life
Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.
Seven? About my-self?? I don’t think I even know that many, dude. Um, guy.
Well, for you, anything. Let’s see.
Ooh. This is really hard.
Oh wait, oh wait — I got one!…
Ah, nope. That didn’t turn out to be me.
Maybe I should ask my friends for input.
No, on second thought, maybe better nix that idea also.
Have we got to seven yet?
My head hurts now.
Hey — that’s ONE!!
And where there’s one there’s just got to be more, doncha think? I mean, they have to mate or they’ll die out…
No — no, I’ve read too many profoundly effective motivational posts on WP to give up now. In fact, besides my poetry site, I’m also a writer for a motivational site.
Wahh! That’s TWO!!
And here’s the (hopefully live) LINK for it:
That counts as number THREE, right?
Lalalalalaaaa — I can’t HEAR you…
Four. Four, four, four. Calling number four! Number f-o-u-r. Four? Last call… Number four… Anyone?
Oh wait, ohwaitohwait… One’s coming…
No, it really is. I can feel it.
Sometimes, patience is a virtue on this type of thing…
Aaaaaand, sometimes it’s not. Oh, THERE it is:
One of my nostrils clogs up way more than the other.
Does that happen to you?
I mean, I know that can’t be number FIVE or anything, because it’s a question, but still.
O-KAY! That just leaves six and seven — we’re making good progress!
Okay, we’re just making progress.
Hey, to a learning handicapped foreign exchange refugee student infant it would be GREAT progress, okay? Jus’ sayin’.
Where were we? Oh, yeah — the big number SEVEN!
AND I ACTUALLY HAVE ONE!!!
Jeese. I know I put it here somewhere…
Hey, that was IT! Yeah, yeah — it! Um, like I said — that I PUT it somewhere! Somewhere the SUN don’t shine, probably.
But none of it EVEN MATTERS NOW!!!…