Found this via the nominations thread for Best New Blog; one notes, one does, a dearth of voting information there, and one assumes, one must, that voting will be done by highly arbitrary committee.
I’m simply outstanding with highly arbitrary committees. This looks excellent for the continued success of Operation Global Media Domination!
One notes as well that one clever reader has simply followed the link and nominated his own blogs. Not that we hold that against him, as we would surely have done the same, engtech.
In any case, deep in the midst of an otherwise repetitive list of unaccountably dull suggestions (present company excepted, of course) we found this:
Note that, unless I simply haven’t gone far enough back in the archives, one cannot actually ask Sister Mary Martha anything except in the comments on her blog posts. So it’s a bit of a misnomer, but that’s not a mortal sin.
Or is it? Paging Sister Mary Martha…
In any case, the blog is amusing, particularly when it gets into extended metaphor territory in this account of a simple trip to everybody’s favorite gay hangout, Home Depot.
At 9pm at the Home Depot there are a lot of terrible looking people. People who have 5 hours to paint their apartment walls before they move out in the morning who are looking for the cheapest white paint they can find that will cover up the unsightly colors they painted the place without the landlord’s permission and 7000 hand prints.
People who are buying plants and rugs and fans and doorknobs and drawer pulls. And lots of people with emergency plumbing problems. Because it isn’t really an emergency if it’s not at 9pm now is it?
And they all look like zombies. Poor Souls.
It’s an oddly good match when we arrive in a land of zombies. We look like exorcists. Sort of…
