Thursday, February 16, 2006

I'm Ready For My CloseUp

"In the future, everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes".
"It's not what you know, it's who you know".

Well, did I learn a lesson over the last few days.
Fame is fleeting.
And fame is best achieved when you associate with someone famous.

Now mind you, it was never my intention to associate with someone famous.
Actually, for "15 minutes", it was I who was famous.
I was the esteemed winner of Seraphic Secret "guess the 10 year old contest".

As the official winner of this contest, I was immediately sent a Chanel gown (cut on the bias, no less), Jimmy Choo heels, and Harry Winston jewels to wear while retrieving my prizes.

As many of you know by now, I went to a shooting range with Robert Avrech the day I picked up my winnings: The Hebrew Kid Book and a Seraphic Press Cap. (By the way, the gown cut on the bias was just moved, it breathed...the heels on the other hand, not so perfect...not easy to maintain a steady stance when shooting the Dirty Harry gun).

I also, as you know, brought the Avrech's a chocolate chip babke (well, actually, I had purchased two, but was so nervous about shooting a gun for the first time, I ate one of them on the way over to Robert's to calm my nerves).

I came home and immediately sat down to write about my "adventures in shooting". I knew that Robert would too, but of course, mine would be much funnier and endearing.

What? He's a professional screenwriter, you say? Don't let that impress you, no really, don't.
Okay, okay, so it is impressive that he's a professional Emmy award winning screenwriter, award winning children's book author, and well known, award winning blogger.

Which brings me to the point of this story.

I had 27 comments to my post within 2 days. A record. I was something!
I knew I was hot. I had what it takes. I had hit my stride.

And so I figured it was time to move on to my next post. I wrote a lovely, heartwarming tale about my Bird From Hell. I worked hard on the story, giving it my all.

I knew I was pretty famous now, and that of course, people would be lining up to read anything I had written.

I woke up the next morning to 3 comments. Don't get me wrong...those comments are from 3 of my loyal commentors: Pearl, Regina, and Wanderer. But that's all I got...3 comments!

Just the day before I had been famous, the toast of the blogging town...people were coming in droves just to read me.

But now I knew the truth. It was unavoidable. The lack of commentors could only lead me to this one conclusion.

I was famous by association. I was famous because I knew someone famous. I don't know, maybe it was the babke, or the fact that I could aim and shoot for the throat (heck, even Dick Cheney couldn't do that).

But my heart tells me, NO! People were coming to read me because I knew someone famous.

Whatever the reason, I now knew that my 15 minutes had come and gone. I was famous for knowing someone famous. NOT because of my great, funny, endearing, might-as-well- be-professional writing. My fame had flown the coup.

But I will persevere, move on, and continue to write. Commentors may come and may not.
That's okay...I'll always remember that special day, that moment in time that I was famous. I will always remember the Chanel, the babke, and the bullets.

And we'll always have...

The Shooting Range


Jack's Shack said...

Write about The Stand, Bagel Nosh and the end of the great big Oak tree on Ventura and Louise and see what happens.

Ezzie said...

Heh. :) Posts like this may keep people coming back...

Mia said...

I love reading your blog and I will always come back :) But on Wednesday I was travelling once again to Hungary and had no time to check blogs :)

torontopearl said...


Are you this funny in person too?

I'll find out for myself soon enough!

Great post. And by the way...can I have your autograph? I might sell it on eBay when I'm short on pocket change.

cruisin-mom said...

Jack: I think the Weiner Factory would make for an interesting read.

Ezzie: Oh, see, it's true...if I write about someone famous, then you'll come here!!!

Mia: I've enjoyed reading your story too!

Pearl: Your comment is too kind. Yes, of course I'm hysterical in person! I'll be happy to sell (ooops) give you my autograph!

Jack's Shack said...

The Weiner Factory is not a bad choice. I used to work down the street from there.

Regina Clare Jane said...

If you noticed, cruisin-mom, I didn't comment on the shooting range post but did on the birdie post- I was always one for the little guy... and you are famous to me no matter who you associate with! Heck, you visit me!

Sweettooth120 said...

Cruisin-Mom, you are famous. I am seeing your name popping up on many different blogrolls. I don't know the reason why a blogger who post about plucking feathers off a chicken can get 50 comments, but I think many can attest that soon enough, you too will hit the stride and your many loyal readers will start to leave comments. (That's what I keep telling myself - who knows, that just may be my own fantasy.) : )

Sweettooth120 said...

Btw, what a great find, of the image of Gloria Swanson in Sunset Blvd. She nailed that look of someone insane.

cruisin-mom said...

Jack: love Weiner Factory and Pink's

RCJ: Thanks for your always nice comments; Bird From Hell thanks you too.

Sweettooth: you and I have a mutual admiration society going on.
Yeah, that is a great pic of Gloria Swanson isn't it? SCAAAARY

Jack's Shack said...

Pinks- Good stuff. Used to hit Pinks and Tommys in the same day. College was great.

wanderer said...

Ummm...I kinda noticed (jealously) the "spike" in comments as well for that Seraphic post. No worries, now you have a new record to go after. Bask in the glory of your fifteen minutes of fame, and enjoy it!

Wendy said...

Everyone has a slow day. I think you're great!

cruisin-mom said...

Jack: both in the same day?!!! I used to start my college mornings with 4 donuts, so who am I to judge.

Wanderer: I'm basking!

Wendy: Thanks!;)I enjoy your blog too.

Jack's Shack said...

Yep, I used to be able to eat like a horse without suffering any sort of penalty.

Those days are gone. Sigh.

Stacey said...

You ate the other babke on the way there?! Hee, hee. That is totally something I would have done.

cruisin-mom said...

Jack: Oh, how I know...sigh

Stacey: Well, a little dramatic license taken there...but there was a time I could have done that (and not have gained a pound...oh to be young again!)

Neil said...

You mean there are no guns in this post? I'm outta here...

PsychoToddler said...

That's Blogtown for you. They chew you up and spit you out like a wad of stale gum.