Say You, Say Me

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am in a mood.

A squinty-eyed, uneven-mouthed, color high on my cheeks mood. A mood for not using my turn signal, for fuck you, for me, yes me, why me, poor me, woe to the mother-effin moi. The kind of mood that attracts anonymean comments. And to that I say: bring it, bitches. Or don't. I'd rather you not really, if you please just don't, no false bravado here! No, all I'm saying is this: I am feeling sorry for myself. Pathetic, pitiful, spent. Poor and angry. Broken, blah blah, oh I know. I am just so tired of the economy sucking. I am tired of octoplets and resumes, the housing market, downsizing, selling off, selling short; I am tired of all this economic and other negative stimuliiiiiie.

So what does one do when in the briefest of ways one hates the world? Well, I, for one, am going George Costanza on this mood. Rather than raging further against the dying of the light, I think I'll flick a switch, turn on a lamp. Using my turn signal here, hang on people, we're flipping a bitch...

Awhile back the positively glowing poet Maggie May of Flux Capacitor presented me with a lemonade award, for blogs who are both sweet and sour. In return, I would like to give a lil' sugar to the following:

• monkey from my life as i see it. Like e.e. cummings, monkey eschews caplitalization. Read her blog and you'll soon see--monkey lives her whole life in upper case and does not need the affirmation of puncutation.
• Vanessa from the Voyage of V. Maybe you saw the full page photo of her in the Inaugural edition of People magazine? (Sorry to embarrass you Vanessa.) If not, then you must dash over to her blog to read about how she quit her job to pursue writing. Gotta' love that.
• ? from Your Ill-fitting Overcoat. Funny how I don't know her real name. But with a blog name as fabulous as that, does she need a real name? Perhaps that is the name on her actual birth certificate. If so, I wouldn't be surprised to one day see a book at Barnes and Noble by the world-renowned author Your Ill-fitting Overcoat.
• Sharen from The Blogger Queen. She's a queen, yes, true, but she's the kind of queen that would let you have your cake and eat it, too. I just have a feeling.
• Paloma from La Dolce Vita. As if it weren't enough that she has a kick-ass design blog, she just started a design forum for the www. I love a lady who knows how to work a room, and this one does. Check it out at Decorum Design Forum.

Wow. I feel a little better. Turning the frown upside down (which is okay because I have no money to fall out of my pockets). The truth is (cue Lionel Richie), I don't know how I would have gotten through this last year without all of you. Nameless, faceless, pseudonymed friends that live in the dusty whirring of my hard drive. You're my imaginary support in a world of concrete instability, and I thank you for that. Sadly, there aren't enough blog awards to go around, not enough time to recognize all of you. But know this: I know you. I hear you. I read you, and I thank you.

Happy Hump Day. May your mood be lightened.