Thursday, April 18, 2013

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

Joe, better known round these here InnerToobs as The Cranky Old Man has decided, for reasons known only to God and himself, to bestow upon me this:

Before I get into the particulars of this award (which I will hereinafter refer to as the EAAoEA, for obvious reasons) I want to thank Joe for this award. He has bestowed this (I assume) prestigious award upon these folks as well:
  1. Suldog
  2. (not necessarily your) Uncle Skip
  3. Katrina
Now I've been following Suldog and Skip for a while now. I've briefly checked out Katrina's blog, first glance is interesting, need to spend a bit more time there, obviously.

Now when I was first notified of this award, I approached it as a cat approaches something new in their environment. That is, tentatively, with a lot of sniffing, and a certain amount of trepidation. After all, it was Joe giving out the award. Don't get me wrong, I love Joe, I respect Joe, but hey, it's Joe. They don't call him the Cranky Old Man for nothing right?

I suppose it's the same amount of suspicion we all had in our youth when the baseball went into that guy's yard. You know, the couple down the street who appeared to be a billion years old and had no kids? And the guy always wore his pants like this - 

You know, that whole "does this guy even have a waist somewhere in there"?

But as you get older, you realize that that old couple is not a billion years old, they're in their 60's or 70's and they do have kids, it's just that they're all grown up and moved away. Still when you're a kid, they seem really really old and having no kids makes them, suspicious. So when the ball goes into their yard, it feels like you're not going to get it back, ever.

Again though, when you grow up, you find out that the old couple are really, really nice and that he had a really cool job before he retired. Oh, he usually turned out to be a veteran too.

So getting this award from Joe is kind of like finding out that that ancient geezer down the street is actually pretty cool. And I just realized that I've spent a few moments insulting the Hell out of Joe. And why? Dude just gave me an award. And I'm trashing him. And he's probably of a similar age as myself. Maybe a couple of years older. Maybe.

And I'm going to be 60 next month. Holy Crap! When did that happen? Who the Hell signed the paperwork making me eligible for geezerhood? Damn, do I have to go out and buy pants that fit like, "that"?

Do I have to go out and buy a hat like this?
Do I need to start wearing suspenders? OMG! I am on the threshold of "Old Fartness". How can this be. Arrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Okay, calm down. It's just an award. From a fellow blogger. A blogger I like, a lot! It's no big thing, it's kind of touching and cool really (in a manly, non-creepy way, mind you).

Apparently there are a number of stipulations that come with this award. All of which I am going to ignore. I enjoy defying the rules and flaunting my independence. From what I understand, I'm supposed to "nominate" ten other bloggers for this award and make up and answer ten "personal" questions about myself. Okay, I'll do the question thing. Here are the answers, I'll let you imagine the questions:

  1. Yes
  2. Blue
  3. Mauve is a color? Oh, uh, no.
  4. Oregon
  5. Tanganyika
  6. 27.5 kilometers
  7. Space Shuttle
  8. F-4 Phantom
  9. Hogan's Heroes
  10. Peanut M&Ms

Gee, wasn't that fun?

Oh, the title of the post? "All earthly glory is fleeting."

It's kind of how one should feel about awards in my book. I am going to do a follow-up post regarding this award. Did you think that was it?

Hell no! I'm betting I can get a lot of mileage out of this, after all I've won the 
EAAoEA. I'm special. Right?



  1. Ya know, if you put it in quotes and end it with an exclamation point it looks like this:


    That's what Suldog says when someone gives him an award.

    1. Why did I not see that?

      Brilliant Skip. Simply brilliant. The Suldog tie-in makes it art. (I think...)

  2. Do I have to go out and buy a hat like this?

    Careful. I have (or had) a hat like that... wore it all the time when I lived in Ol' Blighty and I was only in my 30s then.

    I'll also say what I said to Skip: you ARE epically awesome.

    1. Ah, when you're in the British Isles then that's not a geezer hat. The reason I refer to that particular hat in that manner is that my Grandmother's boyfriend Mel was your classic New England geezer. Wore hats like that, pants up to his nipples and suspenders. He was a classic. 'Tis a pity that my Gram and him are both gone now. Both were excellent story tellers.

      Besides which Buck, you will never be a geezer or an old fart, you're just too cool for that kind of stuff.

      And thank you for the compliment. I try to be epic. Or something close to it.

      I'm rambling.

      Damn, I AM a geezer!

  3. That's definitely not a geezer hat
    ...unless it's on a geezer

    You only have to wear suspenders if your ass has fallen off and you don't have anything down there to hold your pants up

    1. That's probably a healthy way to look at it.

      There is no danger of my ass falling off any time soon. I guess I'm safe on the suspenders-front.

  4. Whoa!...I'm in the presence (speaking strictly internetfully of course) of greatness!....I know a celebrity! woohoo!! Enough of the sarcasm, you should be awarded, you put a lot of effort into posting and I appreciate that effort. When I read Chant du Depart, I'm learning something (esp. military postings) or inspired or laughing. So keep up the good work, You are a wonderful example of Epically Awesome Epic Awesomeness!

    1. Why thank you Greg. Coming from someone of your advanced age and wisdom, I'll take that as a compliment.

      (Notice how I worked that in there, how you're older than me. What is it? Like a little less than four months older? Heh.)

      Seriously though, thank you very much! (BTW, love the profile pic!)


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