Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I should never have invented that contest
No sooner had I dubbed Sam Gerhardstein’s post, the one chock full of zingers from Hollywood Squares (I’m referring to the jokes, not the participants), as the Funniest Post Of The Past Week And Perhaps Of The Entire Year when what to my wondering eyes should appear but the gol-darnedest knee-slapper of a blog (if you overlook the occasional four-letter words) that I have come across to date.
No offense to you, Sam. Your post is still right up there with the best of them.
But that’s the trouble with trying to designate a “winner”...there’s always something else coming into view. You erect the Sears Tower in Chicago, somebody builds something twice as tall (I’m exaggerating) in Kuala Lumpur or Dubai. You run a mile in a fraction of a second less than four minutes, and somebody else soon runs one in 3:57. You produce a reality show about a woman with sextuplets and two older children, along comes a woman with octuplets and six older children. As soon as you win seven gold medals in swimming at the Olympics, someone else wins eight gold medals in swimming at the Olympics. Okay, so it was 36 years between Mark Spitz and Michael Phelps, but you get my point. I could also mention Babe Ruth and Roger Maris and Sammy Sosa and Mark McGuire and Barry Bonds but I won’t because that would border on overkill. The meaning of this paragraph is clear: Even when you win, you can’t win.
The new (at least to me) blog that has had me giggling and guffawing and holding my sides and spraying nasal mucus all over the computer monitor and chortling and losing my breath until I think I might die (I think Pat of Arkansas calls this “a Pond spell”) is -- ta-DAH! -- FLURRIOUS!
Go check it out for yourself, including reading the comments and flurrious’s comments about the comments. Leave a comment of your own, and then come back here and tell me if I was right. I have read every one of her posts back through April, and each one is funnier than the last.
In pointing you to la blog de flurrieuse, I have done my good deed for the day as a Boy Scout. All is well. Any old ladies trying to cross streets will just have to fend for themselves.
One other thing. The FPOTPWAPOTEY contest is now officially retired. Defunct. Dead. Kaput forever. Unless, of course, something funnier comes along.