(Apropos of nothing, but in case I never said it, I did eventually receive the new copy of Last Hero, and it's brilliant. Did you get back the one sent to Philly?)
Ooog. I still haven't figured out if it takes a lot of talent, or a serious lack of talent, to write a BLFC winner. All I know is I haven't won, placed or showed yet. :)
I've won the Golden Spitball Award in Phoenix for my Bulwer-Lytton entries. Last time I entered in Chicago, they said myself, and a friend from my writer's group, win the award for "too good for this contest!". I remember using my friend's line:
"The wind moved across the grass like a thing alive, which of course, it was."
Another time, two friends of mine were suffering sleep deprivation, con silliness, and a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. We passed around an index card, each of us writing one line, and winning the Golden Spitball. I have no idea what we wrote for our first entry. My friend's second entry was this, however:
There once was a ninja turtle named Fred Who took Miss O'Neill to bed. He tried to teach her ninja, But it screamed and it pinched-a, Till Fred's little ninja face turned red.
Oh my. That's the worst limerick I've seen in 20-odd years, since a couple of coworkers at my student job got into an on-line battle taunting each other with limericks. Josh's were truly abominable; some of Dave's actually rhymed, scanned (or came close), and were funny:
Josh's pride is that of an eagle, But his physiognamy isn't as regal: If you look real close At his eyes and his nose, He looks somewhat like Charlie Brown's beagle!
My favorite (clean) limerick A decrepit old gas man named Peter, While hunting around for the meter, Touched a leak with his light. He arose out of sight, And, as anyone can see by reading this, he also destroyed the meter.
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Date: 2006-07-11 09:55 pm (UTC)(Apropos of nothing, but in case I never said it, I did eventually receive the new copy of Last Hero, and it's brilliant. Did you get back the one sent to Philly?)
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Date: 2006-07-12 06:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-12 06:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-12 07:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-12 03:21 pm (UTC)"The wind moved across the grass like a thing alive, which of course, it was."
Another time, two friends of mine were suffering sleep deprivation, con silliness, and a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. We passed around an index card, each of us writing one line, and winning the Golden Spitball. I have no idea what we wrote for our first entry. My friend's second entry was this, however:
There once was a ninja turtle named Fred
Who took Miss O'Neill to bed.
He tried to teach her ninja,
But it screamed and it pinched-a,
Till Fred's little ninja face turned red.
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Date: 2006-07-13 01:50 am (UTC)Josh's pride is that of an eagle,
But his physiognamy isn't as regal:
If you look real close
At his eyes and his nose,
He looks somewhat like Charlie Brown's beagle!
Limericks
Date: 2006-07-13 04:15 am (UTC)A decrepit old gas man named Peter,
While hunting around for the meter,
Touched a leak with his light.
He arose out of sight,
And, as anyone can see by reading this, he also destroyed the meter.