I was recently nominated for an award. This should come as no surprise, and not because I’m an incredible writer with the rare combination of a razor-sharp wit and a gentle, tender side – though that does describe my writing perfectly.
I was nominated because of the way awards work in the blogging world. There are many awards. This particular one is The Liebster Award. The Liebster Award works like many blogging awards; you get nominated, have to answer questions about yourself, then, in some way, shape, or form, you have to nominate others. In the case of the Versatile Blogger Award, it was 7 additional nominations, in the case of the Liebster, it’s 11 of them.
It’s Oscar night, 1955. The RKO Theater is packed with Hollywood’s most glamorous celebrities.
Bob Hope is the host (for you younger folks, think Billy Crystal, but talented). The music dies down and he names the nominees. Hope drops his friendly smile as he opens the envelope. It’s time for a big announcement.
“The Academy Award for best director is,” a look of mild surprise crosses Hope’s face, “Elia Kazan, for ‘On The Waterfront’!”.
Kazan, looking dapper in his tuxedo, makes his way to the stage to a standing ovation. After the applause dies down, he gives his acceptance speech. It’s blissfully short and predictable – he gives credit to Marlon Brando and Eva-Marie Saint, he throws a bone to the studio for taking a chance on “another boxing film”, then he wraps it up and is about to turn and walk off the stage. Bob Hope rushes up and firmly grabs Kazan just above the elbow and guides him back to the podium in an awkward dance.
“Elia, old chum,” says Hope “you forgot the rules of the award. Before you go back to your seat, you need to nominate eleven other directors.” Hope mugs to the crowd, raising his eyebrows and smiling. “Or did the shine from that little statue get you all razzled?”
Kazan is in fact razzled. He steps back to the podium, rubbing his arm where Hope had grabbed him. Hope stands just off to the side with a thin smile, ready to move back in if Elia makes a run for his seat.
“Well” Kazan begins “I’d like to nominate my four fellow nominees; Alfred Hitchcock, George Seaton, Bill Wellman and Billy Wilder.” The crowd applauds politely as the cameras pan the audience to find the nominees. Hitchcock is caught on camera making a face which looks like he just swallowed a lemon-flavored turd.
“That’s great, Elia” says Hope. He turns to the audience as though they’re all sharing a dirty joke with him and continues, “Just seven more“.
Once Kazan manages to blubber out seven more names, he is permitted to leave the stage, whereupon he skips returning to his seat and exits the theater. Once out of camera range, he vomits behind a potted palm. Kazan is certain he has missed someone and is not entirely sure that his eleven nominees are all as worthy as Hitchcock and Wilder. He notices that a few flecks of what was once a Delmonico steak dinner washed down with a few gin rickeys have landed on his trophy. He grins at the irony and begins thinking about his next project as he walks down Vine looking for his limo.
Meanwhile, back in the theater, the new award winners are taking their turns at the microphones and being bullied by Bob Hope into each naming eleven additional recipients. By the time Japanese director Motoyoshi Oda is nominated for “Gigantis the Fire Monster” the cameras have long been turned off and the crowds have gone home. Many of the audience members left the theater earlier in fear that they directed something and would eventually be nominated. They discretely hide their faces as they go, lest they’re spotted by whoever Hope is strong-arming at the time.
Now don’t get me wrong, being nominated for an award is an honor. I really appreciate Life With The Top Down’s having thought of me. She writes a very good blog which runs a gamut of topics and really gives you a glimpse into who she is. Let’s be frank, chicks and convertibles, man! Who doesn’t dig a combo like that, am I right? Click on her name above and see for yourself.
As part of my nomination requirements, I pledge to answer Top Down’s eleven questions:
1. What is you favorite song of all time? “Lively Up Yourself” by Bob Marley and the Wailers. Great bass, kind of an edge to it versus some of the more mainstream, sweet songs that people think of when Bob Marley comes to mind. For the record, I was tempted to say “Rockin’ Shoppin’ Center” by Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers, just to appear aloof and eccentric.
2. Boxers, briefs, boy shorts, granny panties, thong or the universal choice of Commando? That’s kind of a personal question. Mr. Hope, you’re hurting my arm! If I say “thongs” will you let go of me?! What am I wearing now?! Really?! It’s orthopaedic underwear, if you must know…I need it for the tux to fit right. Geez!
3. Would you break the law to save a loved one? Of course I would, especially if the loved one was a rich lawyer. Love ya, Steve!
4. Would you go back to being a teenager, without the wisdom you have now? Are you implying that I have more wisdom now than I did when I was a teenager? Back then I knew everything, now I know almost nothing. Let me give it some thought. Do I get to keep my current income? Would I get my hair back, but lose my back hair?
5. What are you most grateful for? That my wife and kids don’t hate me…oh, and electricity!
6. Are you a beach or mountain kind of person? Both! That’s a blatant shout-out for the Oregon Coast.
7. Reveal one of your guilty pleasures? I love watching the Spanish language channel and pretending the vixens are fighting over me.
8. Are you a dark, milk or white chocolate lover? At the risk of alienating many of my female readers, I’m going to go ahead and say “Meh! Chocolate-Shmocolate – I can take it or leave it”
9. If you could give a newborn child one piece of advice, what would it be? “Quick! Get back in the womb! It only gets worse!”
10. What is your best childhood memory? I tend to repress the good ones and focus on the horrible stuff. Once, Kitty Carlisle scared the crap out of my little brother and me. Also, there was the time the hoodlum kids stole my Halloween candy. Ah, memories!
11. Do you act your age or your shoe size? Luckily my feet are massive, but still they’re only in the teens. My age on the other hand, is getting up there. I’m going to say that I act my waist size….don’t ask.
Another requirement of this award is that I tell eleven things about myself. I just answered eleven questions, and you people want to know MORE about me? You’re gluttons for punishment. OK, here goes:
1. I was painfully shy as a child, now I’m painfully extroverted.
2. As a child, I bit my fingernails. When out of fingers, I’d bite my toenails. For the record, I never bit anyone else’s nails – that’s just gross.
3. I love to hear myself talk, yet I’m befuddled when asked to write eleven things about myself.
4. I have a secret plan for world domination, but I can’t tell anyone – it’s a secret.
5. I’m more of a “dog person” than I am a “cat person”, but if you cook them right, I’m OK with either.
6. I watch House Hunters International to satisfy my strange fetish for realtors with accents.
11. I have a rare learning disability which results in my often skipping entire groups of numbers when making lists.
So far so good. I’ve satisfied all of the rules, except one. The mother of all rules. I’m supposed to nominate eleven other bloggers, each of whom has less than 200 followers. I have no idea how many followers my favorite bloggers have. I strongly suspect that most of my favorites either have more than 200 followers, or have already won this award. So….I’m gonna take this neat little trophy and try to get off the stage before Bob Hope comes back from his bathroom break. In the event that the Liebster Police come looking for their trophy, it’ll be good fodder for another post.
37 thoughts on “The Liebster Buck Stops Here”
Actually writing blog entries is so blase’ these days. I prefer to read blogs that only use the original Hello World post, and instead use creative blog names to express themselves.
Congratulations on your Liebster award. I think I once nominated you for a Golden Shatner Award, a blogging award of my own making. I notice you’re not proudly displaying your badge of honor, however.
I don’t think you nominated me for a Golden Shatner, thoiugh I did experience that once, likely due to something I ate.
Well, I apologize for the oversight. You were, of course at the top of my list, but as I left my notes at home during my acceptance and renomination speech, I apparently thought well enough of you to not subject you to finding yet another 8 bloggers that deserve the Golden Shatner of Blogging Awesomeness.
I present to you, an honorary Golden Shatner.
The honorary ones are the best, since you don’t have to go through the hazing ritual or attend any classes.
I would have nomonated you Victor, but then I would have had to come up with another 10 to lop you in with, and that could have made you feel less special….besides, I’m sure you have more than 200 followers.
Hmm, your #9 advice makes good sense for the newborn, but it sure sucks for the mother. 😉
Technically the advice was for the newborn. My advice for the mother would have been to cut the cord and run.
Good to see your advice is so contradictory…
If you give everyone the same advice, it’s not really worth much, unless it’s something along the lines of “Look out!” or “Don’t take the brown acid”
You could have at least nominated Howdy-Doody or Lamb-chop.
They’ve both got well over 200 followers, Wally!
Thanks for your feedback. Can I interest you in a second hand trophy?…slightly used, but still has that new trophy smell.
Yes. That would be nice. It is not that one with the Filtet mignon flecks on it – – – or is it?
Please, I have had to turn down several already. I even turned down a blog award from the Ukranian Wiffleball Society not to mention several others from institutions that have temporarily housed me from time to time.
So thanks anyway. I appreciate the thought and time you have put into it but I must refuse.
Your dear and true aquaintence, Wally
Nice job Wally, now you’ve gone and qualified yourself for the Gracious Blogger Award from the Society of Honorable Inscribers of Typefaces. Your nomination requirements are forthcoming.
Actually their acronym is SHIT, but it’s the thought that counts
Haha get back in the womb. Loved your dramatization of the oscars in blog award format.. Sounds so ridiculous!
The Oscars were so much more elegant back in those day…then again, that could be the gin rickeys talking
You are a clever one! Bold and creative. Love the second #11, especially.
As long as you’re smiling, kiddo!
That’s why I read your blog. 🙂
That’s rewarding to read
Hahahahahaha! I am laughing out loud at your disability…I’m actually jealous. Thanks for participating. I realty enjoyed all of your witty responses. Still laughing….
I’m glad you enjoyed it. It truly is nice to be nominated for awards, especially from bloggers whose work I enjoy!
Excuse me sir, it’s the Liebster Police and we have a warrant. We have grounds to believe you have a trophy hiding in your cabinet. Please step aside…
….. so we can say congrats!
Please please please don’t nominate me!!!! (I hope you weren’t even planning to, but I want to stop you from even considering me just in case you’ve noticed I have under 200 followers) I mean, I do like the recognition, that’s why there are “Like” button on the blog, but I really, really, REALLY hate writing about myself. The one time I was nominated and I had to write an acceptance post, it was the hardest post I ever had to write. So your acceptance post is so much more impressive to me. So congratulations on your award, and congratulations on a great acceptance speech!
P.S. This in NOT an attempt to use reverse psychology.
I’m the same when it comes to awards, I don’t do the passing on bit anymore, just the take and run. What I like most about them is finding out the little interesting snippets about people, like we just have about you. And don’t think it went unnoticed (by me at least) that you slipped in a mention of having massive feet 😉
Shameless self promotion – though it truly sucks shopping for shoes.
I’m just imagining you yelling at a child being born, to go back into the womb. I never knew I could barf/laugh.
Actually, the barf/laugh is not as rare as one might think. Certainly it’s more common than the hiccup/sneeze, but less so than the fart/cough, which is often intentional.
You can see the barf/laugh regularly featured on Tosh.0 and less often on the McNeill/Lehrer Report.
‘painfully extroverted’, LOL we must be twins.
Just ask anyone I’m talking with, assuming you can get a word in edgewise.
Egg Salad! Exactly! Wait…whaa?
Without chocolate, yes, without beer or tequila? Bite your tongue!