The Smokies: Fluffernutters and Moonbeams Edition

Unlike my esteemed colleague ChillBearLatrigue, I spend very little time agonizing over a theme for my Smokies posts.  It’s not that I don’t expend an inordinate amount of effort picking and choosing amongst all the penetrating wit and ribald hilarity on offer every week here at Wordsmoker.  But a growing body of research in cognitive science suggests that most of you have already skipped ahead to find out whether your comments and articles  – and those of fellow Wordsmokers with whom you are presently engaged in co-dependent relationships – have won anything.  We enable this practice by bolding the names of the winners, so who are we to complain?  Rather than continue the charade that you care about anything I might have to say at this point concerning world peace or my sex life, please allow me to present the following Smokie awards: