We've Got A Winner!

[filkertom]

(duplicated from the original contest thread)

Good morning, gang! I tallied all the votes, and the clear winner was "They're Mismanaging Our Satellite!" The winning style was Gilbert & Sullivan, and I'll be getting that up on the Free Stuff page by Saturday morning. (It's possible at least one other song will come out of this; the second-place vote-getters, "Transylvanian Monkeys on Speed" and "Schoolhouse Rock" are just too delightful.)

dbcooper made the winning suggestion, and djonn got the "voter who was picked randomly" award. I'll get back to you two in a day or so as to what you win.

Thanks to everyone who participated!

Comments

[pocketnaomi.livejournal.com]

If the initials are TMoS shouldn't it be "They're Mismanaging OUR Satellite?"

[filkertom.livejournal.com]

Well, see, that would require my brain actually being installed this morning. Now, lemme see, where did I put that thi- oh, there it is.

[ker-squish]

Ahhh. Much better.

[pocketnaomi.livejournal.com]

So long as the "Oh, there it is" comes BEFORE the "squish" part...

[djonn]

dbcooper made the winning suggestion, and djonn got the "voter who was picked randomly" award.

[!!!]

Now there's good news in the morning LJ pass! Numfar, do the dance of joy!

Must think about doing something with the trained marmosets myself. But probably not till after a couple of current paying gigs get some attention.

Woo hoo!

[dbcooper.livejournal.com]

Now I can say I did something cool this week! (Though see my upcoming entry on the marvelous Diane Truss book Eats, Shoots, and Leaves for more coolness. Hers, though, not mine.

[filkertom.livejournal.com]

Just wanted to make sure this was on both threads:

They're Mismanaging Our Satellite!
Words: Copyright 2004 by Tom Smith
Suggested by dbcooper
Music: Original, but inspired by Sir Arthur Sullivan,
especially "Here's A First-Rate Opportunity"
from The Pirates of Penzance

I am living on a satellite,
Watching awful movies every night.
Making fun of them is merriment,
For it's all a grand experiment.
But I must say something isn't right,
There's a lack of proper oversight,
And the two main people I can thank:
Doctor Forrester and TV's Frank.

Down in Deep Thirteen they plot a way
They can bludgeon all our thought away.
And for me they couldn't give a fig,
For they use me as their guinea pig.
If a film destroys my sanity,
They'll unleash it on humanity.
So I have to blend an iron will
With the wit and shtick of Benny Hill!

It's good I've got these robots here
To help me with this task,
I don't think I could make it all alone,
They're something quite embracing a-
Bout sitting on your ass
In the darkness making fun of Sly Stallone!

Dr. F. and Frank will calibrate
What we think of Manos: Hands of Fate.
They deprive me of my oxygen
Until Endless Love I watch again.
One sadistic day they made us see
Glitter, Wild Wild West, and then Gigli.
How I long for something erudite,
And for getting off this satellite!

I am living on a satellite,
And for all the world I have to fight,
For if any of these films get out,
Dr. F would win, I have no doubt.
But if I'm to escape banishment,
Deep Thirteen needs some new management,
So come on and join the chorus, sir --
Oh my god. It's Mama Forrester!