Grendku Awards Ceremony

Well, it looks like I picked a 'ku topic worthy of some writing here. Lotsa 'kus, lotsa comments. I'm going to have to make this more difficult next time. I need a topic that people find obscure and difficult. That'll cut down on all these infernal awards I have to give! They are just taxing on my already sizzling brain. Alright enough with the bitching and moaning. Let's get on with it!


Beo starts us off with a bit of the olde love-hatin':

Beowo1|= puts his foot down...

Oh my lord, shoot me right now.
run away swiftly,
to get away from this bilge.

Beo's willing to play a dangerous game here. He has the brassy ones to set up and tell us all that the Institution of Love should be likened with absurd drivel or rotten garbage. One could then posit by Beo's analysis that those of us who are rather fond of the IoL are, in fact, just foolish refuse peddlars. Well, as a fair judge I do have to attempt to step inside Beo's shoes and take a look. Some pretty foolish things are done in the name of the IoL and The Flying Spaghetti Monster knows that love certainly does create a lot of garbage. I mean.. just think of the number of used condoms and condom wrappers that are generated in the world during the course of just one night! It has to be hundreds upon hundreds of pounds! I'm sold! Beo to you shall be given the Danger! Danger! Delerious Debris if you Decide to go Down Award. Ok, I'm now returning to my own shoes.

Kate appears to be at a fork in a road. And it sounds like she'd rather be spooning in bed:

katehopeeden ponders...

Now I have two choices left
I can stand and fight
or I can just let you go

I think we've all been here before. Perhaps not in this exact situation, but life is full of choices where you have to decide whether or not to invest the emotional energy into something where there may be an unknown risk versus reward scenario. I've always been one to try to try plan for the long haul and acquire resolution to unknowns as quickly as I can. I value peace of mind that way. And commitment for that matter. Kate, whichever you choose, put this on your mantle Whichever Highway you Happen to Hop on Have Happiness Hitch Along Award. As with most things in life, it's not really about where we are and what we're doing, it's about being content with who we are and proud of how we do things.

Dewdew takes us to the butcher shoppe in his "masturpiece" this week:

dewdew grippingly moans...

I can't help myself
but when I think about you
I choke the chicken

Fabulously feathery and filthy. Dewdew, I'd say you've outdone yourself on this one, but goodness knows that only you should be the judge of doing yourself. So unto you I render the Passionate Polishing of the Particularly Pointy Poultry Award. I'd stroke your ego a little more, but my hands are kinda busy.

Alice ponders her amorous past with partiality:

AliceBabylon remembers...

Four sweet years, come October
good, bad, glad, and sad
I wouldn't change one minute

The movement of time. That by which we measure it all. However you wish to view it, our rate of decay or our span of joy, time moves on regardless. Alice, it's indeed a bold statement to say that there aren't sixty seconds somewhere if your relationship with Kryptonite you'd redo in the WayBack Machine if you had the chance. My hats off to you. Please accept this token of my appreciation to your contribution to the 'ku Friday: Reflectively Reminiscing the Robustly Rooted Romance Award.

Kendra's got a crystal ball, swirling clouds inside, then all is clear:

kendra evokes...

i see the future mapped out
in burning freckle
constellations and quiet smiles.

Kendra has the mad prestidigitation powers peeps. Don't ever doubt it. This week she's once again using her powers for the cause of that which is good and right and sets us up with a some Grendku magic. Kendra, for your compositional conjuration you have earned the Fabulous Fortune-teller Forecasting Future Filled with Free-Flowing Felicity Award.

Good golly look what the Underpants Gnomes left under my pillow: (It's Moo!)

MooCow moo'ed...

I love traffic lights
I love traffic lights. Oh yeah.
But not when they are red.

Well, this actually explains a lot. The fact you are easily distracted by flashing lights. Your affinity for the colors yellow and green. Those unexplained absences when you say you are just going out. Little did we know you were hoofing it down to the closest regulated intersection for some unregulated and clearly illegal and lewd intercourse. There may be some who wonder how you actually have a liaison with a lightpole. Thank The Flying Spaghetti Monster I am not one of them. Moo, yer a sick man, and fit in well here. To you I fling wildly the Trials and Tribulations of Tackling Taboo Traffic Tenderness Award.

And my sweety writes home with this one:

Jesster deemed...

Whatever happens
I come home to you and then
Nothing else matters.

*swoons*

*insert all sorts of wonderfully sappy stuff about how Grend31 is the luckiest guy in the world here*

Ok, ok.. must focus.. on award here. Oh, that was easier than I thought...

As Long as I Can Load my Lungs with Air You Will be the Love of my Life Award.

*swoons again*


Ok folks.. this is where you get to register all comments, complaints, rants, raves and any other welcome heretical leanings you may have.