Growing up in New York City, one learns very quickly that unless you are a very large and muscular man, creativity and wit are great weapons to have at one's side. A snappy comeback, some witty repartee or a little harmless banter can go a long way towards self-preservation. In places like New York City, it's safe to say that talking smack has been elevated to an art form. And nobody does it better than city folk. Here in NYC, talking smack is not a means of insulting other people. It's done solely for entertainment. Quite often, it's done as a sign of respect.
I bring this up because it seems some of you took my self-pimping in the previous post a little too seriously. C'mon, people. Lighten up! Get a sense of humor! Loosen up the belt and get your panties out of a bunch! As I've mentioned before, I love all the other Daddy blogs. I don't think I even need to mention again that Jay of ZeroBoss fame is my guru and Daddy blog idol. And as for Laid-Off Dad, I check his site 10 times a day and often leave comments commending his genius. Truly, he and his son have provided me with many hours of entertainment.
In all seriousness, my therapist says that my desire to win this award stems from the abandonment issues of my childhood. I know I don't talk about my childhood much but I was born in a very small Southern town. Raised in extreme poverty, I eventually lost my sight but was able to teach myself braille. I learned to play a few instruments, had some local success and eventually worked my way up to New York.
Oh wait...I take it back. That wasn't me. That was Ray Charles. Sorry! I always get the two of us confused. My therapist is working on that too!
Anyway, people. As I learned a long time ago, my humor isn't for everyone. But I've also learned that having a good sense of humor comes in handy when you become a parent. Patience may be a virtue...but laughter can be a lifesaver. So, I'm sorry if you don't dig MY humor. Feel free to shut the door on your way out. Thanks for stopping by.
This grandmaw thinks you rock, Metro. Congrats on the award.
Posted by: Beth | January 15, 2005 at 12:09 AM
Hehehe Great stuff here! 2000 hits yesterday? Looks like you've already won a big prize with many becoming a faithful following! I've been around blogs and posts for a very long time and I just don't understand why someone would go through all the time and energy to leave a negative comment...they must live pitiful lives. Obviously you don't, so enjoy and congratulations!
Posted by: Fran | January 15, 2005 at 08:18 AM
I voted! I voted! I promise already, I voted! I even nominated you for Pete's sake. I don't even know Pete and I nominated you anyways. All that for someone who has never even read my site!
I know...I know...my ass looks good in these jeans...
haha Good luck!
Posted by: Suzanne | January 15, 2005 at 10:56 AM
I heart you MetroDad...and The BossLady and Peanut too. Screw the negative folks.
Posted by: Kristie | January 15, 2005 at 12:17 PM
I lurve your sense of humor..you make me almost pee myself sometimes! Fuck the prudes..who need um..You forgot to tell them..Don't let it hit ya in the ass on the way out! :)
Posted by: Jenny | January 15, 2005 at 12:43 PM
"Talking smack is not a means of insulting other people... it's done as a sign of respect."
That's right! I only ever talk smack to my friends; why waste that time and energy on people you don't care about, right? *L*
I'm sure plenty of us are on your wavelength, and I appreciate another chance to laugh during the day, when I check out what you and the family are up to.
Keep being you; screw everyone who doesn't like it, I say.
Posted by: HumanPacifier | January 15, 2005 at 03:42 PM
Funny stuff! After reading through your golden oldies, I have to comment on the mini-vans are for women entry. I happen to be one of those dudes and I have to tell you, there are some great reasons to drive a mini-van as a man. Here are some:
Here in southern calif, there is so little cool factor in mini-vans, they are really cool. Sorta like a Vespa.
When my buddies ask what I drive, I get to tell them a maxi-wagon. They usually nod their approval becasue anything maxi has to be good.
Unlike a hulking SUV, I don't rip my fashionable and hip-hugging Gloria Vanderbilts everytime I climb into one.
My grandma can climb into one without scraping her knees.
The secret handshakes from hot soccer moms.
You have my vote for sure.
Posted by: ocpop | January 16, 2005 at 03:59 AM
Your post made me laugh. BTW -- I think some people log on looking for a reason to get their knickers in a knot. :-)
Posted by: Ann D | January 16, 2005 at 02:33 PM