Monday, April 01, 2002
God, it's too early in the day to be typing, much less typing in this journal. But I have the winner of the contest contest and feared a riot if I did not divulge the information forthwith. The winner is (drumroll):
Randy Speeg, for: "You could have a contest to name a character in an upcoming story, the name you like best wins."
So, this is how it will work. You have until midnight of April 15th (same deadline as your taxes, so, at least for Americans, it should be easy to remember) to think up and send to me via e-mail the best character name you can concoct. If there's one that I like, and only if there's one that I like a lot, its creator will receive the following: a "Salammbô" t-shirt, a signed copy of Threshold, and I'll use the character name in a story. The winner will be sent a release form granting me the right to use the character name in print, and if you don't sign it, I don't use it. So, get cracking! All entries should be sent straightaway to Desvernine@aol.com .
Meanwhile, here are a couple or three other entries from the contest contest that I found amusing enough to list here:
From David (david@rlh*org):
Bear with me a moment . . . got home about an hour before actual sunset
today and, while walking the dog, looked off to the East and saw the
moon in the sky. It was hanging low and was quite red - which made me
think of the Low Red Moon Journal on the site. The moon was rather
large, in addition to being rather red, and I wished I had a camera.
Which brings me to my contest idea: the "Send in Your Best Picture Of A
'Low, Red Moon' contest.
Doesn't have a particularly nice ring to it, but you'll get plenty of
pictures of the moon, which is something.
And two from Patrice (patricemarchbank@ihug*com*au) in Sydney, Australia:
1.. A bawdy limerick, which has to use Dancy Flammarion, trilobites and Oscar Wilde's hose in it somewhere (don't ask how).
4.. A short story (no more than 1,000 words) that uses you, Poppy Z. Brite, Christa Faust and Neil Gaiman in an inventive and creative fashion. Possibly set in New Orleans, and possibly arranged as a pastiche of Victorian penny dreadfuls (sort of like a Cluedo Murder Mystery -- was it Poppy in the Bordello with the Voodoo Phallus?).
So, congratulations to Randy and thanks to everyone else. I'm going the fuck back to bed now.
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