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The Time Is At Hand

Last week we ran a post on feet. This week, to be fair, we provide equal time to hands - no not the guy who wrote about the Dutch speed skater - but those appendages at the end of your arms.
Hands figure prominently in our society. For example, lately you can't open a paper, change a channel or visit a website without reading about government hand-outs...

They figure prominently in Michaelangelo's depiction of creation with the hands of God and Adam...

Here's an updated version but they aren't exactly depicting creation...in fact they're advocating the exact opposite...
Where would sports be without hands. In football, plays are made or broken on the importance of hands. Hey, did you about the football game in the leper colony? Seems there was a hand-off in the backfield.

I have no idea of the utlity of these and even less of an idea of what to say about them. What next? Bermuda shorts for hands? Shoes for fingers?
This is Venus de Milo. I didn't know her personally but people tell me you really had to hand it to her.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my round about way of using a cheap literary device known as a segue. It seems our dear blogging bombshell Quirkyloon has handed me a little something called the Superior Scribbler Award. She herself was presented with this award last week and must pass it on to 5 bloggers she feels excel at blog writing. Quirks, I'm honoured. Thank you.
Now a blogger takes a chance in passing these things on. Some view this as the equivelant of being sent junk mail or spam. But the criteria for this award is writing excellence, not whether you pass on the award or not. For my money these guys are funny, funny and have a wicked way with words they're the "creme de la creme" blogs out there right now...

Don @ Beyond Left Field
Joel @ Stuff and Nonsense
Joe @ Crochety Old Man Yells at Cars (he's currently yelling at doctors)


So guys, you're the best - hands down...
Here's your fine print, guys:
*Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
*Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
*Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
*Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Good choices Noname!

Yeah there are many award/meme haters out there.

I say when blogs give you memes make memealade!

It's always great blog fodder!

Congrats on YOUR award. *smile* You deserve it!
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: "...make memealade", good line. Appreciate the award Quirks and your ongoing support.
Canadian Blend said…
Handerpants? For the sweaty palmed, maybe?

It just goes to show you that people will try to sell anything.
Donnie said…
Wow! Congratulations to you and me! A double whammy for sure. Thanks. I've got to hand it to you. You get a thumbs up from me. (I tried okay?)
nonamedufus said…
Cdn Blend: No kidding...totally bizarre. I can only look at them for a "brief" amount of time.

Don: HaHa You're learning, Grasshopper.

P.S. Hand-some avatar!
That was one helluva long ass segue. Congrats on your award! Did you win it "hands down"?
Mike said…
I don't know if hands are all they're cracked up to be. Just ask a soccer player, or that guy on the street corner who plays guitar with his feet.

BTW, congrats on the award.
nonamedufus said…
NGIP: Hands-down, right!

Mike: I guess that guy on the street corner plays sole music?
nonamedufus said…
CatLady: I guess with all the worries about swine flu one shouldn't shake hands (or anything else) without their handy handerpants,
Joel Klebanoff said…
Thanks for the kind praise! Sorry for not thanking you earlier (I've been duly chastised by you on my blog), but I've been away a lot during the past couple of weeks and I missed your post. Sorry!!!!
I really have to start paying more attention. Thanks for the award, noname, and considering the legibility of my HANDwriting, an award called Scribbler is quite fitting.
netbook said…
Thanks for the great advice! I just came across your blog and love the content. I look forward to reading your posts in the future
Quirkyloon said…
Good choices Noname!

Yeah there are many award/meme haters out there.

I say when blogs give you memes make memealade!

It's always great blog fodder!

Congrats on YOUR award. *smile* You deserve it!

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