My Semi-Millennial Gush Fest

Thing is, I know I should prolly wait till my 1000th post to celebrate sumthin’ here on WF other than my own day-to-day sporadicitude, but I am feelin’ kinda

a) hubristic

b) frickin’ lame

an’

c) tearful to the pointa bawlin’ my biddy widdy eyes out.


Tellya, fact that I have been tolerated for so long with only one ban tucked down my pants an’ fewer detractors than prolly oughta be the case fills me with sucha sensa hooman warmth I gotta bare my butt over a champagne bucketa ice jus’ to stop myself burnin’ up on gallopin’ emotes.

(An’ mebbe that explains summa the tears, I dunno. For sure it’ll teach me not to leave the bottle in the bucket before I take another squat for my Big Thou.)

Anywobbles, I got no grand scheme other than to pay hommage an’ femmage to summa the cool, smart, generous people figured I am worth sparin’ from bein’ cast into an abyss howlin’ with ravenous wolves.

Prolly ya all know who ya are — unless you’re stoopider than I thought — but I am gonna say thanks anyhow.


Here in OT we got a genuine swampa quality — too many people to name — an’ ifya have been parta a mutual thankfest in any way (toon or cat, lettuce or baboon), then you are on my Loveliness List for sure.

So I will heartya en masse rather than listya one by one — partly to reflect cohesiaona your positive spirit, partly cos I do not have till like next week to type out alla your names, an’ partly cos I know if I miss anyaya out I am gonna be frickin’ lynched.

Elsewhere, in the upper dungeons, things ain’t so straightforward, but I wanna reach out to a few people scribbled cool stuff on the grimy walls along the way.

Gonna pick out Ewen Mack for his evil sensea suspense, GordonJ for his straight talkin’ & XP, Ozi for his generosity an’ bent sticks, Ray Edwards for his sincerity, Marcia Yudkin for her impeccable grace an’ level-headed advice, Rick Duris for his hot tips, Tom Addams for his equaLly hot tips, Steve the Copywriter for his masterful baitin’, Alex Cohen for his barely concealed lovea the Princess-specific deathwish, Angie Colee for her lacka nonsense, an’ that uncouth hillbilly guy makes me snort my brain outta my nose laughin’for helpin’ me clear out space in my skull to thinka noo stuff.


I truly hope I have not been so churlishly negligent as to have missed singlin’ sumone out for thanks I figure deserves it — but if I have, an’ you are the one person, feel free to check out the Seriously Flammable Effigy sectiona your local Wal-Mart an’ invest in a sootably Moi-like tanglea straw to douse in gasoline before a crowda thousands in your local mall or high school hall.

There. Gush over.

X


(K, so I went searchin’ on YooToob for a heart-themed Thank You ballad — an’ I found this. Gotta love a killa singalong...)