So blog awards are supergay, and if you're the type to affirm the consequent, it logically follows that blog awards are also superexcellent. Or, perhaps you're the type who adheres to fallacies of the undistributed middle, in which case it still logically follows that supergay blog awards are superexcellent. The only people that are not equating the supergay with the superexcellent are the people who support Proposition 8, and using my infinite and unparalleled powers of deduction, we don't fucking want their kind around anyway.
All this is coming to mind because Mongo gave me a blog award, and that's really neat.
Oh, but I couldn't take it, really, I couldn't. No. The real winners here are all of you, my readers, and anyone who wants to give me a blog award, because you've been blessed in so many ways. Not only are all of you very literate, but you have internet access and impeccable judgement. That's a fucking trifecta of awesome.
So thank you, Mongo, for your brain and for loving me. In appreciation, I've drawn a picture of how you look in my head.
And when I think of all we can accomplish, you, the reader, and I, the blogger...when I think of how amazing I am, and how you love me...well...I feel that only Donnie Osmond could properly express my feelings, because he's the best (and so am I), but I have this song stuck in my head and Grace Slick is a close second. And this song dominates.