Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Mad With Power!

Grandefille thinks I should be Queen of the World. I can't say that I disagree. My first official act would be to get a horse-drawn carriage and ride slowly past construction workers hooting and hollering at them. Okay, my first official act would be to buy some beer to drink while I was riding around in my horse-drawn carriage, but then it'd be a day of riding around town harassing construction workers and drinking beer. Then I would require Trace Atkins and David Banner to call me up and say "Well, now B., darling*, I ain't wearing nothing but my boxer drawers." Then I would demand that my political enemies trim Mrs. Wigglebottom's toenails. Except for George Bush. I have plans for George. Then I would endow a chair at a cushy university and install the Professor as Supreme Professor for Life of All Departments and Larry Summers would be her footstool. Then I would go to bed, at 9:30, as usual. And anyone who laughed or mocked me for turning in early would be stuck in my dungeon**. Anyway, it's not just the Queen of the World nomination that's got me giddy. Somehow, Tiny Cat Pants has been nominated for a Koufax Award for Blog Most Deserving of Wider Recognition. I suspect Kleinheider may have something to do with this. If so, he gets out of dog-toenail-trimming. Lindsey from Theology & Geometry seems to be the only other Tennessee blog and one of her readers already made the Koufax joke I wanted to make. J.R., I don't know who you are, but when I'm Queen of the World, you'll be required to wait some set amount of time to see if I want to make your funny first. Still, it's very cool to see Tiny Cat Pants in the same category as Theology & Geometry (which is full of well-thought-out good stuff) and I Blame the Patriarchy (which is full of patriarchy blaming good stuff and the song "[You've Got the] Second-Biggest Dick [I've Ever Seen]". Citizens of Earth, if you don't love patriarchy-blaming and good mock rock, I don't even know why you bother.). I Blame the Patriarchy should totally win, but I'm tickled to be nominated. I won't forget this honor, Koufax Awards, when I'm Queen of the World. [Edited to add: Of course Fritz finds the other Tennessee blogs. When I am Queen, Fritz will be my liaison to the media. In what fashion he might choose to liaise with Anderson Cooper is not my business.] *If men only knew the power of a well-spoken "darling," all hopes for undermining the patriarchy would rest solely with our lesbian sisters. It's very hard to undermine anything except yourself when you're giggling and blushing. As your Queen, I'll require there be one woman with me at all times who can say "Darling" so sweet and sexy that it causes me to blush to mitigate the power of the patriarchy. **People with fancy endowed chairs would do well to remember this.

20 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You already harrass construction workers. And by harrass, I mean annoy.

1/25/2006 08:56:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Yes, and think of how much more fun I'll have doing it from the back of a horse-drawn carriage. I'm going to get some ridiculously large dress, too, and tromp around your construction sites in my huge dress and combat boots, while singing "Shitloads of Money" at the top of my lungs in your honor.

1/25/2006 09:06:00 AM  
Blogger grandefille said...

Huzzah! The Queen! Huzzah!

I actually called Trace Atkins "darlin'" once. At a press conference. In which he and Lee Roy Parnell were suing a twit to get their Internet domain names back. (It also involved whitehouse.com, y'all. It was Ug-Ly.)

Anyway. I slipped and said, "thanks, darlin'," when he gave me a really good quote, and he rumbled, "I don't think I've ever had anybody I could nearly look straight in the eye call me 'darlin'.' That's damn cool." So, yeah, those were my kneecap prints you saw in the floor of the old Hall of Fame foyer. *thud*

"Ain't No Thinkin' Thing," indeed. Whew.

(Mr. Atkins is the only person in my journalistic career, other than Manute Bol, I had to look up to interview. Hence my name.)

I shall offer my services as the Queen B's henchwoman, if needed. Able to murmur "darlin'" more effectively than Conway (I have references!), find premium beer on sale (to ensure a strong treasury), and boot ruffians (or escort them into the privy chamber) at Her Majesty's whim.

~ curtseys ~

1/25/2006 09:20:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, it would have to be a ridiculously large dress, now wouldn't it?

1/25/2006 11:01:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Sure you don't mind paying for and groping tits with the consistancy of Stretch Armstrong, but most guys like the feel of real. And, if you want real tits, you have to put up with a real ass.

1/25/2006 11:15:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Ha, I just realized I have to put up with a real ass every time you show up here!

1/25/2006 11:17:00 AM  
Blogger Nashville Knucklehead said...

My second poem in one week dedicated to your rack.

In a grand horse-drawn carriage she sits
While boorish male subjects have fits
It's yet to be seen
The response of the queen
When they yell at her "show us your tits"

1/25/2006 11:34:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Knucklehead, when I am Queen, you'll recite these poems to me while standing on Sarcastro. I hope you'll be wearing cleats.

1/25/2006 11:40:00 AM  
Blogger theogeo said...

Thomas from Newsrack Blog commented and told me that there are a few Tennessee blogs among the nominees: his, Democratic Veteran, and Thoughts of an Average Woman.

I was too lazy to click each nominee to see for myself.

1/25/2006 11:46:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Well, damn, just when I was feeling like we were all special.

I mean, we're still special. I'm going to be queen. That's pretty special. And grandefille is going to whisper in my ear.

Still, I'm feeling less special than I was a minute ago.

1/25/2006 11:53:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

bragger.

1/25/2006 02:00:00 PM  
Blogger J. R. said...

I am me and I read you reguarly. So congrats. And so noted on the jokes from now on.

1/25/2006 02:03:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Jon, it ain't bragging if you can back it up. Then it's just saying the truth.

J.R., glad to see you here. But, until I'm queen of the world, feel free to joke on.

1/25/2006 02:07:00 PM  
Blogger T.V. Fritz said...

When you are queen, I'll be your cabana boy.

1/25/2006 02:51:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

it ain't bragging if you can back it up. Then it's just saying the truth.

Oh, that's just a saying you braggers made up to hide the fact that your bragging, braggart.

1/25/2006 02:57:00 PM  
Blogger Phantom Scribbler said...

(Looking vaguely guilty)

Um, I'm not Kleinheider, but can I still get out of dog toenail trimming?

1/25/2006 07:45:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Phantom Scribbler, I'm so embarassed, both because poor Kleinheider is probably like "What the fuck?" and that you didn't get the immediate thanks you deserve. Just for that, you'll be allowed to wear my tiara when I don't need it.

1/25/2006 09:26:00 PM  
Blogger Phantom Scribbler said...

I think there was more than just me making that nomination, so maybe Kleinheider is not thinking "What the fuck?"

In any event, I would be delighted to borrow your tiara sometime.

1/25/2006 09:51:00 PM  
Blogger Newscoma said...

Congratulations. I realize I will just be a peasant in your court while you rule as queen.
You will get to say cool things as Queen and it will be documented constantly as common law.
Cake or death. That sort of thing.

1/26/2006 06:18:00 AM  
Blogger Wendy said...

Congrats. However, when you are Queen of the World, the Koufax nomination will seem much less cool. Good luck with that Queen of the World thing - I'll be rooting for you.

1/26/2006 06:45:00 PM  

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