blue girl: Friends to the Bitter End

The Weblog Awards go on way too long. I am growing tired of hyping it. I realize now that I could never be a PR guru.

But, I'm losing!

Will has been good for about three votes. He even put up a special Vote for Blue Girl button on his blog.

But, did he copy and paste the message I so conveniently wrote for him in his Facebook status thingy?

No. He just thought I was drunk.

Pinko Punko over at 3Bulls! has been good for some votes. Maybe. His readers might've considered it a joke they didn't get.

Bobness! Where are those 10,000 votes? Do you realize that if I got 10,000 votes, I would be so far ahead that I wouldn't even have to consider doing what Larry Jones suggested?!

Not that I would anyway. I don't care if Bobness did that for knicker time or not.

I am G-rated!

And lucky.

Not only have my buddies from all over been lobbying for Blue Girl, I received this very special email message from a very special friend that made my whole day:

Dear Blue:

We at the “Sorrow and Pity Department” are pleased to have selected you as our favorite diarist for indeed your plangent, bosky prose (leavened with the tears of Sofia) daily marks the path to the sinister unconscious. We recall James Joyce’s apt phrase: “He was Jung and Freudened.” Your daily or wil-o-the-wisp catechisms of domestic terror and its unforeseeable joys keep us at the S and P department in a constant state of playpen howlings. Why, we read your posts and shake our slats. We toss our rattles. We—well, never mind. As Cicero once said: “There’s only so much pity to go around.” (Cicero by the way is a nickname. Cici is Roman for garbanzo bean. The man had a nose like a bean and wags called him Cicero which meant “bean shnoz” and you can look it up. Talk about S & P. The poor sod. And we made that quote up. We’re always doing that over here. If we were real bastards we’d have translated that into Latin for the full effect. Still for all our reprobate hobbies we do have what Oscar Wilde used to call “taste” and we therefore, by virtue of the power and authority invested in the venerable traditions of S & P are pleased to give you not only our vote (which we shall do as soon as we can escape the pen) but also this lovely Waterford crystal sling shot which you can display atop the TV set that won’t go digital no matter what apparatus you’re tricked into buying. As another sage philosopher (who we are making up) once said: “Pity is the maiden of the dropped mitten, sorrow is the other mitten.” Ohio people tend to understand this we’re told.

Yours,

ErskineQ. Donkey Ears

Of course, I received that email when I was all hyped up (jazz hands!) at the beginning of this fiasco, after I had sent out a mass email entitled: A Pitiful Plea, begging for people's votes. Which not only resulted in a lovely Waterford Crystal sling shot but also helped me to reconnect with friends I hadn't talked to in a long time.

Much, much more meaningful and fun than winning some old Best Diarist Award.

Might be costing me votes, but I guess it's not so bad to be G-rated.

Not when you have friends like I do.

But, remember!

I am losing!

Keep voting 'til the bitter end. Once every 24 hours. Write posts about it! Email your friends and family! Set up a special button in the sidebar of your blog! Include this link in your Facebook status area, asking them to vote for Blue Girl! Twitter me! Delicious me! Drop this link into the comment threads of high traffic blogs!

Just a few ideas cuz that's what friends are for.