The Great XMAS Blogroll Induction Extravaganza – Day 4.
“Is it true that Le Clown will follow back everyone who follows him”? That was my first contact with Tania. My answer was: “Yes, it is true”. And it was true, way back in October 2012. Today, my answer would be: “How I wish I could”… In less than 24 hours of our first contact, I called Tania “Tanya”, “Tina“, and finally had to revert back to “iRun iBreathe“. I explained to Quinoa that I had difficulties with names, that I couldn’t even remember the names of my own kids… Thyme laughed, but warned me: “Le Clown, get your shit together”… And this is why she’s on my blogroll. By the way, it was Tania’s birthday last Thursday. So while you’re congratulating her for making it to my hall of fame, why don’t you wish my friend a happy belated birthday at the same time…
When Monsieur Le Clown opened the door to the hallowed room of blogroll-dom, I thought someone was playing a trick on me. Clown on Fire = Pants on Fire, no?
Monsieur Le Clown is an enigma beyond WordPress walls. He is like that seductive maple syrup that we Canadians love because it is sweet and sticky.
I consider Monsieur Le Clown my friend. He sometimes talks back, but usually he just makes faces. Luckily, he believes he has a pretty face. He posts his photo any chance he gets.
My friend has a lovely family. I don’t know them, but they are his family so they are lovely. They have nice names, too. (Please, never forget the “h” for Sarah).
My friend is influential. I believe everything he says, and I even make things up that he might say. He is good to his friends and encouraging. When he says their name they are more popular than they could have imagined. The other day I heard that his friends were turning water into wine, resuscitating dead cats, and making world peace happen, just one household at a time. (Some of this might be a lie, but I did read it somewhere).
He makes up words, even though he speaks more than just that ‘English’, and people use them. It’s like everything has another meaning if you know what it means. And he trademark™s the words because he knows how to.
Anything he touches seems to multiply ten-thousand-fold into greatness. Once he suggested we should be friends on Facebook. I agreed; what harm could it do? Then my Facebook was overflowing with posts and photos and comments — just about HIM. I don’t think even Sweet Baby Jesus had things happen so fast. Sure, the Red Sea was pretty quick, but this was really fast too. I don’t even need my other friends on Facebook anymore.
My friend is everywhere and larger than life. He is accessible to all. I don’t know if you know him, but he loves you already. He is just like that. It’s hard to keep up.
We can share him.
Thank you Le Clown (and your L’Eric) for the welcome. I will accept this as my belated birthday present. (Next year I expect a unicorn.)
Note from Le Clown: You might want to read these posts by Tania: