Why Bob Rocks
posted by Anonymous
Ok, just let me go on a bit about Bob. Isn't he fabulous? We met him because he was the Muse's best commentator. Then, he started his own blog, and it is delightful. Here are just a few reasons I love Bob:
1) He is not a pretentious asshole.(Sorry, that is kind of a negative reason, isn't it?). He is obviously a skilled cook, and yet he is so casual about it. He'll talk about soaking red onions "to sweeten", which is something completely out of my cooking vocabulary. And yet, then he'll comment "that's good shit". This is the same reason why I love the Naked Chef, Jamie Oliver. I think Bob may be the Naked Chef of Ottawa.
2) He understands the yin/yang thing. He has a smoke after a jog. He understands that 'good living' isn't about this joyless puritanical existence that we see on some of the serious,earnest faces of some Ottawa people. You know the ones that go to bed at 9, eat only organic, get up at 6 and jog along the canal with a $1000 stroller. (Actually, I just know one person who does that!)
3) He knows how to fix things. I'm not just talking about hanging a Monet print; this guy can lay tiles and other complex tasks.
4) He is modest about his gifts. Modesty is underrated these days.
5) He is adorable. Remember when the 5M posted that photo of him. Sigh...
I promise, ESIs, I will not go on and on and on about Bob any more. I just had to get this out of my system.
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4 comments:
I am uberly flattered Agatha. Its an amazing thing this internet, no doubt if you were to meet me in the real world, this pristine image you have of me would be holeified. For instance, i've botched many a meal and the onions didn't get too sweet - by no means am i a pristine cook, just adventurous. I do try to buy organic. And most of the time i'm fixing things cause i broke them (or believe them to be 'broken'). But i sincerly appreciate this high praise, and only hope the narcissist within me won't feed too heavily on this meal ;)
I'm in transit to New York for the big beard-off on Tuesday, so haven't much time, but seriously!
Face facts, Bob, the woman is wrapped in bandages and suffered a major blow to the head! She barely knows what day it is, let alone how to recognize a good man when she sees one.
Besides that, do you think your CD collection can pass her scrutiny? What if you let a "no problem" slip when she thanks you for opening a door? You'll be spit out like all the other men she's chewed up.
Unfortunately, fantasy must always remain out of reach, never fulfilled, the desire untempered by the inferior reality. Bob is but a fantasy to Agatha. Truly, there is no real Bob, for if there were, he'd be something else, but not Bob.
Wow, Conch. That's pretty heavy, in a sea-shellish-zennish kinda way...
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