Friday, October 31, 2008

scribbling toward ecstacy

An enormous crow was perched atop the streetlamp this morning, watching me warily as I crossed the street. It was still there when I returned a half hour later, but let me pass unmolested. This time.

Perhaps it was waiting for more tender flesh. Or perhaps, it was simply basking in the glorious morning. We have been enjoying an actual autumn this year, something that almost never happens in this part of the country. Usually we go from summer to blizzard in about a week and a half, but we have been hovering close to 20C for weeks now. And still no snow. I am expecting loads of little Iron Men and Jokers to crowd around the door tonight and have sensibly stocked up on approximately 17 million mini chocolate bars.


The gigantic anniversary slash birthday bash is tomorrow night, and the insane cleaning frenzy that began with an ill-fated attempt to remove greasy strings of dust from the kitchen ceiling has continued unabated since. I figure we might as well put this place on the market while we
are at it, because it is never going to be this clean again. I'm not sure why I have this compulsive need to clean the hell out of the place whenever people come over, but I am pretty sure that the origins are pathological.


Recently, the sumptuous and sassy Phlegmfatale, of Fatale Abstraction, bestowed a Superior Scribbler award on me, and while I am naturally overwhelmed and truly honoured, I do feel unworthy. However I can partly see her rationale for naming me, as "scribbling" does pretty accurately describe my ramblings.

But now the hard part - passing the
Superior Scribblers crown over to the exulted heads of five others. Not that I can't find five worthy bloggers, oh no, quite the opposite. Rather how do I possibly narrow the list down to a mere five?

But choose I must, so please join me in honouring these scribes:

Jen, of Cherished Misery, who has a way of getting past the bullshit to the truth. She is usually irreverent, often blasphemous (much to the annoyance of the Jesus-freak stalkers), and always entertaining. She makes me cringe sometimes, and that's what seems to turn people on these days. I know it does me.

Urban Blonde, of Urban Blonde in the Burbs, who is another sassy scribe who takes no prisoners. The mouth on this one! And yet beneath the blasphemy, she tells the honest truth, and in a most eloquent fashion.

Allison, of Flying Buttresses, who has a wonderfully skewed way of looking at life. Her posts are perfect little snippets of slightly off-kilter and random observations that make you reevaluate your world view.

Sean, of Everything is Pop, a fellow music aficionado, whose finger is firmly on the pulse of the zeitgeist of the music industry in Canada and the world. A multi-facetted appreciation of music and a keen understanding make his posts an always welcome read at the end of the day.

Bloody Awful Poetry, of Blogeddy Blog Blog, who more than lives up to the expectations for humour that one would naturally expect of someone who takes their blogger name from Smiths' lyrics. She has a gift for writing far beyond her years and the fact that she writes in English makes this even more impressive.

Well done, you Superior Scribblers!

With great power comes great responsibility. Here be the rules:

*The Rules:Every Superior Scribbler will name 5 other Super Scribblers.If you are named you must link to the author & the name of the blog that gave you the award. Then you must display the adorable award and link to THIS POST, which explains the award. The same post also allows you to add your link. Then they will have a record of all the people who are Super Scribblers!


Do you know who was a truly exceptional Superior Scribbler?

Shirley Jackson.

Every Hallowe'en, I feel compelled to read aloud the absolutely perfect first paragraph from her wonderfully creepy novel, The Haunting of Hill House. Won't you join me this year? Just let me turn the light down a little bit first, and make sure that the doors are all shut and locked.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Happy Hallowe'en!


Anonymous said...

Happy Halloween Barb! But where are all the kiddies? It's 9:30 and we've only had the pleasure of oohing and awing over about 55 trick of treaters. Up until a couple of years ago, we always had well over 150.
Sitting here with 100's of chocolate bars yet to eat,
Have a great time at your bash!

John Mutford said...

Happy Halloween. Hope you get only 3 trick and/or treaters. That leaves more for you.

bloody awful poetry said...

Dude. You are Awesome. That's with a capital A, mind you, which makes Awesome awesomer than just plain awesome, which isn't nearly as awesome as Awesome.

But compared to your Superior Scribblings, I am unworthy! Disgustingly unworthy! I will do my bestest to pass this award one to 5 others, unless I'm feeling to cowardly.

Oh and I wish to thank my mother. And my brain. And The Zombie. And that dude who invented the Internet.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

We had less kids than expected too, Berni, even with the summerlike weather. Fortunately we managed to polish off most of the leftover candies last night. One of these Hallowe'ens I am going to buy stuff I don't like.
Kris called from Korea last night! We had a great chat.

That has always been the problem, John, the stuff that is left for me. Because you know I am just going to eat it. I should send it to you!

Wow, even Al Gore gets thanked, that's pretty sweet of you, BAP.
Well I certainly think your scribblings are worthy. I always get a charge out of them.

L said...

Cleaning for a party always puts me in a frenzy. And then, about an hour and two drinks in, I realize, hey, no one is looking at the ceiling. Dang, people, don't you know I almost died so that spiders wouldn't land in your food?

Have a great time!

Allison said...

That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. Thank-you muchly. :) I am pondering my choices now. Tough decisions, tough decisions. I also have to get to the Google Picture Meme, which I did start. Honest.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

What are you doing inside my head, Justrun? That's precisely what happens to me. I solemnly swear that if am ever invited to your house, I shall scrutinize the ceiling and thank you for your sacrifices.

That picture google meme takes a lot longer than you expect, Al, so I can understand if I get the fist shake over tagging you on that.
But I am looking forward to your Superior Scribbler choices.

Sean Wraight said...

"You like me, you really like me!"

Even Sally Fields can't do this one justice Barbara. I am humbled and honoured. Thank you very much for your most kind words. (Mind you I was kinda hoping for a sash too.)

I shall endeavour to pass this on to five worthy bloggers. I have a funny feeling if the Academy were to allow it you might just be honoured again!

In all seriousness though Barb I do thank you sincerely. You have been very encouraging and extraordinarily generous with your comments and ideas over the past year and I am most grateful.

Indeed, I have found my tribe.

Superior Scribbling Sean

Conky said...

I just sprung a huge boner knowing that I make u cringe sometimes... this also explains why I am single. Thank you haha

Gifted Typist said...

Great to get special intro to superior scribes. Also great to get intro to Shirley Jackson.

justacoolcat said...

Little Spiderman and Princesses galore were the big costumes around these parts.

No crows or raven except the one's in the trees, go figure. It's seems they are what's really scaring people these days.

Jane said...

Oh Berni, you sneaky little devil, saying, 'Have a great time at your bash!'
Hopefully it was a great surprise when a few of your MB siblings and their significant others showed up at your door. Did you expect it in the least?
Hope the party was fantastic, and that the house stayed clean, well after all the partygoers left.
Can't wait to hear about how it went.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Indeed, I have found my tribe - what a lovely sentiment that is, Sean! Gives me the warm and fuzzies, and besides, it's true.
Must run, I am working on your sash!

I think it was you making a comment on Matt Good's blog about springing a boner that first made me notice you, Jen! I thought, I must get to know this woman.

Shirley Jackson is my go-to spooky girl, Gifted. Never fails!

We had a few of those too, JustA, and I was particularly pleased to see an Iron Man as well. But I thought there would be more than one.

It was an enormous surprise, Jane! I still can't believe they drove all the way out here for a party. Your parents are whack.
Next time we will expect you.

phlegmfatale said...

I LOVE that bird photo. THanks for all the great writing, Barbara. You're one of my favorites!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It's mutual, Phlegmmy!


I am so ashamed! As I was reading back through your blog posts I was horrified to see that I've been neglect for over a month. Sassy Scribbler not, Asshole Scribbler yes......

How did I miss this???? groan