"The Power of Schmooze Award is for bloggers who effortlessly weave their way in and out of the blogosphere, leaving friendly trails and smiles, happily making new friends along the way. They don’t limit their visits to only the rich and successful, but spend some time to say hello to new blogs as well. They are the ones who engage others in meaningful conversations, refusing to let it end at a mere hello - all the while fostering a sense of closeness and friendship."
Well, well, well. I've known MJ for nigh on to thirty-five years now, and it comes out now that she thinks I am a.... schmoozer?
Okay, maybe the use of the word schmoozer is a little more positive in this application rather than the usual, as in "he's a real schmoozer, he could sell ice to an eskimo." I do like to say hello to other bloggers. I'm sort of a "King of Kensington" gal in that regard... oh, that's right. If you're not Canadian, like MJ and I, you might not get that reference.
In the 1970's there was a TV show produced by the CBC (or the "ceeb" as we say in our house) about a jovial man (played by the talented and paunchy Al Waxman) who lives with his mother and his new wife in the Kensington neighbourhood of Toronto. If you live in Canada, there is Toronto, and the rest of Canada. That's pretty much how we're divided up. At least, it felt that way when I was a kid.
Growing up in "outside Toronto" entailed having access to only two television channels, CTV and the ceeb. The ceeb, government funded, mostly gave us "Hockey Night in Canada". It's forty below most nights between October and March here, what night isn't hockey night in Canada? Dutifully, the ceeb produced this quintessential (big word alarm!) situation comedy. I digress.
The Wax Man played the role of the affable Jewish Maple Leaf fan for all 44 episodes - roughly two seasons... and then - the axe! Since that fateful day, all 44 episodes have played, sequentially, on the ceeb, over and over again. The Leafs still haven't won a Stanley Cup, but the King of Kensington Market still strolls down Younge Street, hailed by his admirers. I make casual references to this fromage au television frequently in my daily conversation. Some people get it, some people don't. But now that you're in on the joke, won't you join me for the theme song?
When he walks down the street
he smiles at everyone!
Everyone that he meets
calls him King of Kensington!
He finds his fortune in the faces that surround him
His wife says helping other people brings him luck!
But his mother tells a slightly different story
he's the only King around without a buck!
He's a man among men
the peoples champion!
and when destiny calls him -
he's King of Kensington!
So, if I'm a schmoozer, like Larry King - yes, his name was Larry, then so be it! Long live the King! Whadda guy. I live to be the King of Kensington of the blogosphere! Thanks, MJ... really.