Sunday, June 19, 2005

Metaphorical Glamour

I’m rolling out the long, metaphorical Red Carpet today. I’m putting on my finest, metaphorical black, sequined dinner party gown and getting a metaphorical manicure. I’m slipping on the metaphorical crystal high-heels and draping myself with metaphorical glamour.
Why such metaphorical extravagance?
I’m welcoming a very good friend to the Blogosphere today. If you’ve ever wondered what Cookie Monster, Che Guevara, and Camaron have in common, you can check his blog out here .
With that done, I can now metaphorically remove my glamour.
It was a little too big on me anyway.

(*Update: I realize that, strictly speaking, none of these are really metaphors. But, unfortunately with loss of braincells comes depleted vocabulary and reduced motor skills (for example, I sometimes catch myself accidentally poking myself in the eye and exclaiming "Couch!!".)

5 comments:

Rabin said...

Great! More the merrier!!

frustratedwriter said...

So do you get to wear an eye patch afterwards? Eye patches rock and you get to walk around playing pirates...

-c said...

Think I've always had a deeply burried eye-patch fetish. Especially if it's accompanied by broad shoulders, a parrot and a rough "aahhrrrr"...

Mr. Honeybee said...

That's funny!

bertissimo said...

are we talking pirates or swashbucklers?
for the record danny kaye was gay