So what's the prize?

I'm speechless. I've never had such an honor bestowed upon me. The most praise I've ever received for anything was a second-place award in a state journalism contest for deadline reporting. I'm not at all sure how to handle this astounding recognition.

After all, I'm joining the ranks of such historymakers as:
Charles Lindburgh
Martin Luther King Jr.
Mahatma Gandhi
Franklin Roosevelt
Charles De Gaulle
The Pope

I have been chosen Time's Person of the Year. I'm overwhelmed. I'm touched. Truly touched.

Or at least I was until I read the fine print. Person of the Year is an annual issue of U.S. newsmagazine Time that features a profile on the man, woman, couple, group, idea, place, or machine that "for better or worse, has most influenced events in the preceding year."

Then I found out that past winners also included the notorious, nefarious and nutball: Adolf Hitler. Joseph Stalin -- TWICE. Newt Gingrich. And our not-so-illustrious president George W. Bush -- who also has been on TWICE (that would be the "for worse" choice in the "for better or worse" influence, I'd hope). And with the serious lack of women on the list, I'll bet the competition was, for years, called simply "Man of the Year."

The magazine cover says "YOU" are Person of the Year -- for Internet-based content creation. I don't blog for awards. I blog because I like to blab. Other people share bad music on MySpace. Still others take video of Britney Spears' pantiless crotch and put it on YouTube for the world to enjoy.

There's serious stuff going on the world. Murders. Wars. Espionnage. Scientific breakthroughs. Invention creation.

But they honor me.

Idiots.

Comments

Jenni said…

Wow, congratulations. Does that mean they honor me, too? 'cause 2006 was pretty crappy here, too. Duh. They are idiots. Obviously someone couldn't find a person. I mean we know that W is an idiot.

5:51 PM

Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

Gary Oldman...meet Uncle Knit-Knots from Imagination Movers.

Hair

This has become the age-old question...Why do men hate short hair on women? I've been thinking about this a lot because my current style, an angled bob, requires a bunch of fussing every morning to get it to do anything. My favorite haircut of all time, as far as ease of care, was my pixie cut. I loved that I could wash it, gel it, and be done. No blow drying or flattening or curling. Just gel and go. Very sporty. I thought it looked cute. My husband has another opinion. The longer the better is his motto. Thing is, my hair becomes an unruly, tangled, nappy mop when it gets long. If I had all the time in the world and Jennifer Aniston's budget, I'd be more than happy to grow it long and have others style it every day. In real life, I guess I'd rather go for comfort and convenience. And if you ask me, I think the pixie is dang cute. I suspect heterosexual men aren't hot on short hair, in general, because it's too much like their own hair. No matter how much jewel

Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal.

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