that wordle thing i posted about a little while ago has hit the news
also from neatorama are the results of the bulwer-lytton fiction contest, a contest to create the worst fake opening lines to novels. some of my favorites are in the replies.
This just in! Left Behind authors determine Obama is not the Anti-Christ! though, i suppose this may make him lose votes from that fringe that is trying to bring on the apocalypse.
A few months ago i was having a discussion with my boss about how bizarre it is that folks have made Obama seem like the second coming. Our savior. And how absolutely frightening that is, and how that will inevitably work against him.
Looks like the folks on the McCain campaign had the same thought... drat.
Or maybe its a good thing? Maybe this will make McCain just seem as silly as he looks.
some of my favorite BLFC winners/runners up (yes, they mostly have terrible puns):
Winner: Purple Prose
The mongrel dog began to lick her cheek voraciously with his sopping wet tongue, so wide and flat and soft, a miniature pink fleshy cape soaked through and oozing with liquid salivary gratitude; after all, she had rescued him from the clutches of Bernard, the curmudgeonly one-eyed dogcatcher, whose own tongue -- she remembered vividly the tongues of all her lovers -- was coarse and lethargic, like a slug in a sandpaper trenchcoat.
Christopher Wey
Pittsburgh, PA
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Winner: Romance
Bill swore the affair had ended, but Louise knew he was lying, after discovering Tupperware containers under the seat of his car, which were not the off-brand containers that she bought to save money, but authentic, burpable, lidded Tupperware; and she knew he would see that woman again, because unlike the flimsy, fake containers that should always be recycled responsibly, real Tupperware must be returned to its rightful owner.
Jeanne Villa
Novato, CA
Runner-Up
Like a mechanic who forgets to wipe his hands on a shop rag and then goes home, hugs his wife, and gets a grease stain on her favorite sweater - love touches you, and marks you forever.
Beth Fand Incollingo
Haddon Heights, N.J.
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Runner-Up: Spy Fiction
The KGB agent known only as the Spider, milk solids oozing from his mouth and nose, surveyed the spreading wound in his abdomen caused by the crushing blow of the low but deadly hassock and begged of his attacker to explain why she gone to the trouble of feeding him tainted milk products before effecting his assassination with such an inferior object as this ottoman, only to hear in his dying moments an escaping Miss Muffet of the MI-5 whisper, "it is my whey."
David Potter
Nagoya, Japan
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Dishonorable Mentions: Vile Puns
Jan Svenson, having changed his fortune in the annual "Scandinavian King of the Beach" in Santa Cruz with a bottle of black hair coloring and thus standing out in a sea of fair-haired rivals to win the coveted title, realized the ironic truth of the old adage "That in the kingdom of the blonde, the one dyed man is king."
Matthew Chambers
Parsons, WV
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Runner-Up: Western
Bryson the Plainsman seldom spoke a discouraging word but he did when he filed for divorce after discovering his dear and an interloper played.
Maree Lubran
Saratoga, CA
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