Boob Pencil Says Nice Things About PCB!
And I Milk it Out For The length of A Post.
The very funny Clare Sudbery, aka Boob Pencil, is a lovely lady who makes me giggle and blogs at: http://www.claresudbery.co.uk/
I was reading my daily blogroll, tonight and saw that she has written a post about me that says Nice Things and directs traffic problem-child-bridewards. I wanted to record how cool I think this is, so some of today’s post is copied from the comment I left to thank her over at Boob Pencil (see link above).
My first reaction was such that bats were sent crashing into trees and dog bonded with coyote as a great howling set about in the neighbourhood. Very probably. I wasn’t a witness because I was too excited by the Nice Things. You must understand, I’m new at all this (gestures towards the laptop) and it’s very exciting.
“Dave” I squeaked, as my voice lowered back into a range suitable for his human ears. No answer. What’s wrong with Dave’s ears?
“DAVE!” I bellowed, as my children slept. I ran, slippy-socky-sliding around corners, and burst into our room, where I found my beloved gently bobbing his head to the music coming through his ipod-bud stuffed ears.
“Dave” I wildly gesticulated. He took is ear-plugs out. “Boob Pencil said Nice Things about me!”
My partner of ten years looked at me and blinked.
“Boob Pencil said Nice Things about me, Dave!”
“That’s what I thought you said”, he said.
We went to read the Nice Things. I showed Dave the Boob Pencil site and he laughed at the words and appeared to appreciate the drawings of the boobs. (Look Tombo! A place where you can have a giggle at work, and look at boobs!)
Crikey, I feel like I should be checking my hair or plumping cushions in my sitting-room or something, now that Clare’s readers might be coming. I shot up when I read her post, yelled at my husband to comeandsee, comeandsee! As he was reading I was hopping up and down on a rug, looking like a toddler that needs a piddle. Out on the edge of the Blogosphere a wee green blogger’s week has been made. Clare, you have made a problem-child-bride happy.
But what to do? Where to put my hands if people come calling? People with Expectations. It’s at times like this I wish I were a smoker. The ability to blow smoke rings between long eye-wincing drags of a slim Gauloise, right now, seems like the image I want to convey to the blogging world. You know, deeply, darkly cool – that type thing.
But I’ve been caught short in my holey jogging bottoms. And I have a spot, despite being thirty-sodding-one! Maybe blogworld will think I’m a charming eccentric with a wacky (isn’t she a dear!) sense of style. Or that I’m wearing my salsa stain from dinner, ironically.
That’s it! That’s the line I’ll take: everything I do is just toooooo ironic for words, so if anyone criticizes stuff about my site, I can roll my eyes wearily at their hopeless inability to GET IT. “It’s meant to be amateurish” and “God, it’s supposed to be that badly designed, don’t you know anything?”
Yes, I think arch hostility and sarcasm is definitely the approach to take here.
Really, thank you, Clare! That was such a generous and sweet thing to do for a fledgling blogger.
Cheers!
March 2nd, 2006 at 8:02 am
I came over as a result of Clare’s post and found that she was right about you being ace and funny. Hello. Pleased to meet you.
March 2nd, 2006 at 8:43 am
Tee hee. Well, the fact that I’ve made you so happy has made me very happy too.
I feel like one of those wotsits. A patron of the arts. My dear, come to the big city and take all your clothes off and I shall make you RICH!
And here are some sweeties.
;o)
March 2nd, 2006 at 8:44 am
And it’s very refreshing to see someone else recycle such things as emails and comments for their blog posts. I do it all the time, as Zinnia will attest.
March 2nd, 2006 at 8:50 am
Hey, Clare. Now that you’re my Patron of my dubious art, does that mean you’ll be sending me lots of money?
March 2nd, 2006 at 9:04 am
Er…
Ah. Well, you see, the way it works is this: With a bit of investment, and with the benefit of my enormous experience, we can make you rich. But we need capital, which sadly I don’t have.
So all you have to do is bung me a giant wad of cash, which I will then use to make you rich and famous, and before you know it you will be rolling in the stuff.
All right?
March 2nd, 2006 at 9:14 am
Zinnia! Thank you for visiting and for your comment! I’m pleased to meet you too.
Clare: Aaaaaaaaaaaaw! Go ooooooon! Send me lots of money! It doesn’t even have to be real. In fact, if I’m going to roll around naked and guffawing, pretend money would be more hygienic (it’s not called ‘filthy lucre’ for nothing). And I can do the whole $10 bill and zippo thing, while still guffawing.
March 2nd, 2006 at 9:17 am
That’s naked and guffawing rolling IN the piles of money. Not just general naked, guffawing and rolling. I only do that recreationally on the weekends and I’ve been substituting autumn leaves for money, with some success too.
March 2nd, 2006 at 12:39 pm
That’s the spirit. Get naked, roll around in some money, guffaw a little…
I’ll have your name in lights, my girl, just you wait and see.
March 2nd, 2006 at 2:10 pm
fledgling blogger? you’ve managed more posts in a month than i have in a year!!
k
p.s. has your side bar slipped, or is it just me?
March 2nd, 2006 at 2:27 pm
Will you be posting pics of the naked and guffawing rolling? It doesn’t even have to be in money. Clare never posts the naked rolling pictures.
March 2nd, 2006 at 4:47 pm
Hello k! Hey, Joe in Vegas! It’s nice to e-meet you both. I’ve got my large magnifying glass and I’m off to snoop you out and see who you are!
March 2nd, 2006 at 5:35 pm
I too am following the Clare link (since she is a woman of impecable taste and even puts up with my ramblings)…
… though of course ramblings are good…
as are boobs, and naked wrestling in money (i think I have that image right?!)
anyway, this is great and when I get chance I will try and remember to add you to my own blogroll. Not as impressive as making the Clare list but hope you don’t mind!
Lisa of the Rullsenberg
March 2nd, 2006 at 7:52 pm
Blimey, does this mean k’s still reading my blog? I thought he got bored of me months ago!
He never talks to me any more. Wirepeach, are you stealing my friends already? ;o)
March 3rd, 2006 at 7:14 am
Lisa, welcome to PBC! I agree. Nothing better than a good ramble, of a morning, particularly an aimless one. I like to get my rucksack and a flask of tea and wander/wonder around, just rambling on and on. And often on.
Clare, not your friends, but watch your lunch money/lollipops because I’m a bad apple. A bad, bad TOFFEE apple, that’s me.
March 3rd, 2006 at 8:41 am
Complicated-er and complicat-er I’ve just come and found you from a re-direct post to Clares from Andre’s site…and I’m not sure which way I came so I’m not sure I can find my way back. Ah well looks like I’m here for a while.
Great blog!
March 3rd, 2006 at 8:58 am
Thanks for visiting, Davies. It’s nearly 1am here, and I have two small pink alarm clocks who wake at 7 bloomin’ am promptly so I’m off to bed, but it’s nice to meet you. It’s a labyrinthine blogworld out there. Hope you make it back safely. Take a torch and some trail-mix and Godspeed. I hope you come back!
March 3rd, 2006 at 12:50 pm
Hi! also here as a result of Clare’s recommendation. No doubt I’ll be back to hang around and watch the naked rolling etc.
What Clare is far too polite to say is that she wants you to send her a (small) pot of money, in return for which she will send you a copy (or, well, hundreds of copies) of The Dying Of Delight by Clare Sudbery (“A rollicking good read” “Sets new standards in Manchester-based bisexual drug-related magical realism” “Great for propping table-legs”). After reading that (or before, I suppose, though that would be a shame) you can tear out the pages and roll around naked in them. A win-win deal.
Really lucky applicants may get themselves written into Clare’s next book, in which case you could roll around naked in a Clare Sudbery novel in TWO DIFFERENT SENSES. Wow.
Too much excitement. Going now.
March 3rd, 2006 at 12:52 pm
Hey – your site tells me that “Your comment is awaiting moderation”.
It’ll wait a long time for that, dear: I don’t DO moderation. I’m very immoderate. Excessive even.
March 3rd, 2006 at 1:52 pm
This is all mind-blogging to me!!!
March 3rd, 2006 at 6:19 pm
Well met Rob! Thank you for coming to my poorly organized wee site! People of excess are always welcome. As are people of not enough, and just enough, all sorts really. Nothing like a healthy slice of immoderation though; best served warm, with custard. Pleased to meet you!
Wes, for me, a blogged mind is a happy one.
March 7th, 2006 at 12:41 pm
Very funny style – and pomes.
Just to be different, I found your blog through your comment on Andre’s blog. Then had to check Clare’s to see her link.
March 7th, 2006 at 4:59 pm
Thanks for coming by LukePDQ! Pleased to meet you! Am off to snoop around on your site. Come back whenever the fancy strikes!