She is also completely brilliant by the way. I have been a devoted fan of her writing since I first stumbled across her blog. Her tag line “I’m barely pink. You know what to do.” is perfect. After I read some of the current posts I read through her archives. I only read a few posts each day, trying to extend my experience as long as possible.
A couple of weeks ago one of her posts “A Letter of Reference” left me completely speechless. I have been mulling over it since then and am still quite stumped. I wanted desperately to comment on it but dammitall my usual wise guy persona had completely deserted me. I had absolutely nothing to add.
Since then I have been trying to amuse myself in my spare time. Wondering what would be required if in some Twinkie zone reality I was allowed into her presence. This may have been triggered by something I read on her blog or something that just surfaced in my conscious mind, a lot like a mental burp. I imagine that if you cannot crack yourself up, how in any reality someone else could find you funny. So here goes.
Would it be prudent to bow over an extended leg like Roland Deschain of Gilead, or more appropriately bend the knee as in King’s Landing? A quiet your grace and just maybe lightly brushing lips over proffered knuckles. There would most likely be rules.
Do not stare at her breasts, don’t speak unless spoken to, keep your eyes downward and do not look directly into hers, bow or curtsy when approached and definitely do not stare at her breasts.
Perhaps it would be best to borrow from the church and Tom Leher on proper etiquette.
First you get down on your knees,
Fiddle with your rosaries,
Bow your head with great respect,
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!
But all kidding aside Pink has helped me with my blog, supported me when kicked off blogger and in a passing reference actually remembered my first post. I hope to be a friend to her.