As you know, today marks the beginning of NaBloPoMo. It's been recommended that those involved should come up with a theme--to keep from depleting bloggable subjects and posting inane Youtubes or insipid memes ('If you were a tree, what kind would you be?')--but I've been reticent to jump on that bandwagon. I'm a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants type girl. (And I'm also surprisingly dependent on inane Youtubes.) So, tying me down to one theme for a whole 30 days felt like a whole lotta wing-clipping business to me. And you can't cage me! Nope. No sir! Not gonna happen.
Well, never say never is my new motto.
Because I've decided that not only would I not mind the theme of "Thanks", I think I might actually enjoy it! There's so much to be thankful for. So much goodness in this world. So I've decided to take it on. To tackle a theme. To master a motif. To...uh...
I'm gonna blog about "Thanks" for 30 days. How hard could it be?
So, to kick things off, today I'm thankful for:
"Brits" crack me up. They really do! From Benny Hill to Monty Python, from Black Adder to the guy who played Borat. They're a riot!
But they're also real people. I should know. My neighbor, Deb--from across the street and across the Pond--is one! I've been afforded an up-close view of the "Brit" in her adopted habitat.
Last night, while ghouls and goblins and good little witches milled about and grubbed for candy, Deb and I hurled good natured insults (as "Brits" are wont to do from time to time) across the way.
Deb (to the wee ones): Don't go to her house. She's mean.
Me: She's just jealous. She's handing out crap.
Deb: It's not crap.
Me: Tootsie Rolls are crap, Deb.
Deb (to the wee ones): Those devil horns are real. And she's crazy.
Me: Don't tell them that!
Deb (to the wee ones' big brother): You look like a thug. Egg her house tonight.
Me (to the kid): Don't you dare! I know where you live!
Deb: I'll cover for him.
Me: No one's going to believe you. Everyone knows you drink.
Deb (sipping vino and tossing another Tootsie Roll in a ninja's pillowcase): It's good for the heart.
Me: By the box, Deb?
Deb: Box wine isn't that bad really. You should try it.
Me: I don't drink.
Deb: Well, you really should. It's good for you. Grapes are fruit.
Me: Speaking of good for you, Deb, say "vitamins".
Deb: "Vittamins"? Why?
Me (laughing): No reason, Deb. No reason.
Ah, British People! Funnier than Canadians by half!
Another funny "Brit" who I am completely enamored with is Ricky Gervais (From the BBC version of "The Office" and "Extras".) This bit on Creationism vs. Evolution had me in stitches.
So, Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt. Thanks for the comic relief, British People. You're top shelf! Spot on! The dog's bollocks, mutt's nuts, and all that rot!
You should be well chuffed!