Monday, August 8, 2011

I think I left my acceptance speech in my other suit…oh, and blogathon news…

Several months ago, my very good friend ClassicBecky of ClassicBecky’s Brain Food (“Brains!”) and I started a off-and-on e-mail correspondence—she wanted to get to know me better because she thinks highly of the blog, and I wanted to return the favor because if I managed to get into her good graces I could, in turn, exploit her blog for my own evil and admittedly shady purposes.  I am pleased to report that my efforts paid off handsomely—she sent me an e-mail this afternoon pointing me in the direction of this post, which trumpets my acquisition of yet another award for blogging excellence.  (Someday they’re going to figure out that I’m just making all this up as I go along…but as long as those accolades keep coming I…hey!  Stop reading the stuff in parentheses!)


Becky has bestowed upon me the prestigious Liebster Blog Award—“Liebster,” in the German and Spanish vernacular, means “beloved”…and I’m glad Errolette* (Becky) clued me into this because I thought it was the tasty seafood you eat steamed and with lots of melted butter.  (We actually had this for Thanksgiving last year—but it’s a long story, and I’ll have to tell it sometime when I know sister Kat isn’t reading the blog.)  According to the Liebster Blog Award guidelines, I’m to link to the blog what gave me the award (check) and then pass it on to five equally worthy candidates.  This is probably the hardest part of these little ceremonies, because I’m a fan of so many writers in the blogosphere and I know that in leaving someone out I’ll have given that person a license to drive by and egg the house while my parents are watching Caught on Camera.  So without further ado, here are five of my favorite blogs, and how they grew (or are those the Five Little Peppers?):

She Blogged by Night – This will be a nice surprise for my BBFF Stacia, who’s currently enjoying her annual summer vacation (and yet still finds the time to check back in with us via the Internets) and is even, as I type this, getting in a little waterskiing as we can see in this picture:


Okay, the quality is a little iffy and it's kind of hard to make Stacia out—I think Mr. Stacia was sketching some genitalia at the same time he took this snapshot.  (No idea who that dude is in the picture—Stacia would only tell me that his name was “Faustino” and that he makes one hell of a Mojito.)  You know, before the introduction of the World Wide Web you’d have to look far and wide to find a kindred soul who not only enjoys classic movies with the same passion as I but is equipped with the same twisted sense of humor to boot.  That’s my Stacia!  (Canned laughter and applause as wacky theme song plays out.)

Cultureshark – I’ve said this on the blog before, but Cultureshark is the best blog you’re not reading right now.  My friend Rick Brooks has a passion for the same old movies and classic TV shows that I do, but spices up his posts with other bits of pop culture including sports, current movies, hipper music than I listen to and funny features like “My Wife Reads People So You Don’t Have To.”  (He is also the person who coined the description for TCM as “The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind™”.)  Rick does have his faults—he’s both a Pittsburgh Pirates/Steelers fan, and roots for Penn State—but I just chalk that up to a misspent youth.

Inner Toob – My pal Toby O’Brien has watched—and as a matter of fact, continues to watch—so much television that he is completely unfit for any sort of normal employment…and I should know, because I used to do what he continues to do for a living.  His close friends and followers know him as “The Man Who Viewed Too Much,” and his cable company knows him once he gives them his account number and the last four digits of his Social Security.

Inside Jeff Overturf’s Head - …is a gi-normous repository of song lyrics, classic comic strips and other ephemera that convinces me that Brother Jeff and I might have possibly been separated at birth.  Two facts dispute this: (1) Today is his birthday (go wish him a happy one!), and I was born…oh, no you don’t, Pagie…well, let’s say about a month later—and knowing my Mom the way I do, there is no way on this once-green planet she would have withstood childbirth labor for that long.  Oh, and (2) is that Jeff still has some of the toys and tchotchkes from his youth, whereas my mother rented one of those big honkin’ green dumpsters and chucked every remnant of my childhood into it while I was safely off at college.

World O’Crap – If you’ve been reading this blog since its inception in November 2003, you know that the snarky humor-in-politics blog maintained by Scott C. and s.z. was the godparent of TDOY; I was a big fan of Crap back in its Salon Blog days (and then later in its non-Salon Blog days) and after reading it for a couple of months said to myself: “How hard could blogging be if they can get away with this?”  All seriousness aside, World O’Crap is the blogosphere equivalent of Monty Python—no matter how (pardon the pun) crappy a day I’ve had I know I can skate by and find a post that will result in my doubling over in laughter.

So these are the blogs I’ve chosen to stick with this…er, I mean, bestow this honor upon.  Remember…with great power comes great responsibility.

I also wanted to take a quick moment to give you a heads-up on another blogathon that is creeping over yon horizon—yesterday was the centennial birthday of director Nicholas Ray, and though TCM will fete him with a tribute in October, Tony Dayoub of Cinema Viewfinder can’t wait that long…and so…


…and while you ooh and ahh at the banner, I will turn the blog mike over to Mr. Dayoub.

I'd like to invite anyone and everyone to participate in my third annual Labor Day blogathon, running September 5 - 8. In years past many contributors have made this annual tradition a resounding success, first in 2009 when we celebrated the work of Brian De Palma and last year when we praised David Cronenberg. This year's featured director, Nicholas Ray, would have celebrated his centennial today. First recognized by the auteurists who launched the French New Wave, Ray's body of work is one of the most influential in all of cinema.

In previous Blogathons, I've asked for permission to publish new articles here. But after being overwhelmed with submissions last year, I've decided to do things a little differently. In the interest of running things a little more smoothly, I'll post any links to new or previously published posts on Ray. Send your contributions here, please. I am happy to accept entries from anyone.

Of course, I don't have e-mails for every film writer or blogger. So I'm asking for aid in getting the word out. Even if you choose not to submit a piece, I request that you please help me promote this event at your own respective sites or on Twitter and Facebook.

At top and below are JPEGs to help you market this. If you post one of these JPEGs or contribute a new piece to the Blogathon, please link either of them to this post.

I hope all of you participate in some way.

I’ve already promised Tony I’d do my part—I’m about 95% certain I know which movie I’ll tackle but I’m kind of holding back because if my BBFF Stacia agrees to be dealt in I know which movie she’ll do, and I don’t want to do the same movie because her review will destroy mine without mercy, leaving thousands to perish in its wake.  But if you’re interested in contributing, drop by his place or leave him something in his e-mailbox.

*For reasons unbeknownst to her, Becky once suggested to me in e-mail correspondence that because of her starry-eyed, schoolgirl crush on Errol Flynn she thought her nickname should be “Errolette.”  She calls me “Marlo(n)” because I relayed to her one time an anecdote of how my best friend The Duchess’ grandmother never, ever referred to me by my first name; she always called me “that boy.”  She said it so often I started to think I was Marlo(n) Thomas…and there you have it.

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10 comments:

Toby O'B said...

Words fail me, except for the ever dependable "Thank you."

ClassicBecky said...

Ivers, I am SO glad that YOU are glad I "stuck you" with this award. I think I'll give you a new nickname - putz! I don't know the EXACT translation of that Yiddish word, but I know it's probably apropos...LOL! Obviously I love your blog, and I'm glad to see some new ones you honored to take a gander at -- they all sound great!

Jeff Overturf said...

Thanks for he tip o' the hat. I always wanted to be Liebstered!

Scott said...

Thanks, Ivan. Your Aunt s.z. and I are so proud of the way TDOY has blossomed into such a lovely young blog.

By the way, I know the literal translation of "putz." I'll say no more.

Stacia said...

That's Pedro. Pepe is driving the boat.

Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. said...

By the way, I know the literal translation of "putz." I'll say no more.

Well, I wasn't going to say anything either (a man does not immerse his knowledge in comedy or see The Sunshine Boys multiple times without picking up a few things)--I was just going to chalk the experience up to one of those wacky sitcom plots where a character unwittingly insults another by trying to speak their native tongue. (If sitcoms teach us anything it's that everything boils down to a simple misunderstanding.)

Dawn said...

Ivan, I wanted to stop by and let you know Noir and Chick Flicks, has also chosen you for a special award for your blog.

ClassicBecky said...

Oh man, Ivan, I KNEW after we talked that people were going to think me either dumb or insulting. Honestly, I'm not some "wacky" sitcom character -- I'm just a stupid, really smart person who tried to be funny. Thanks for trying to explain me via TV references....

Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. said...

Thanks for trying to explain me via TV references....

Take away my TV references...and the next time you visit here there'll be a huge sign that says "Space for Rent." :-)

ClassicBecky said...

AAAAHHHH! I would never take away your TV references! You are a harsh taskmaster -- Space for Rent? I won't ever say anything like that again, I promise! And no more putz -- oh dear, I said it again!