A "Schmoozer"? Me?

Oh, goody! Another little doodad thingy to sweat bullets over whilst trying to add it to Mr. Template (whom we all know is a grumpy, curmudgeonly old fart who might suddenly decide to develop Alzheimer's and forget all the information he knows) so it'll show up correctly on Mr. Sidebar (whom we all know is a fussy old, Depends-wearing bachelor whose sole purpose is to further garble the information Mr. Template tries to translate to him).

Anthropomorphize much? Nah. Not me.



Pam (great name, btw) at

Pamibe

has bestowed upon my pointy little head, the title of "Schmoozer".

I'm not so sure I'm deserving of the award, though. I dunno as what I do could be called 'schmoozin'. I'm thinkin it's more like bullshittin. Don't believe me? Read that first paragraph again. But I guess maybe it's the same thing, eh?

And, I suppose, it's my sworn duty as a newly-crowned Schmoozer to pay it forward...so to speak....to five of those whom I consider very schmoozerly people.

I believe that my first choice for the title of "Schmoozer" would hafta be

Elisson

, hisownself. He's a schmoozer extraordinaire.

Closely behind Elisson is

Eric

. But only because he posted that nasty-ass, homemade YouTube flick of a Black Widow Spider. Ew. Ew!Ew!Ew!

Chrissy

is a classy schmoozer whose schmoozing never fails to delight me. Especially the stories about her mom. They're absolutely precious.

My fourth and fifth selections go to a couple of da locals.

The lawyerly and entertaining

Eyebrows

is one of the most intelligent schmoozers I've ever had the pleasure to read. She be a smart schmoozer.

And the

Peoria Antipundit

brings a tell-it-like-it-is schmooze to every single thing he writes about.

Now go forth, all you schmoozers, and...well...schmooze.