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Holly has brought to my awareness the existence of the Lyttle Lytton Awards, which are pretty great. I loved the Bulwer-Lytton books Mister Munson kept in his classroom, and I’ll roll over and sit up for anything involving limited word counts, so for me this contest is like a robotic arm that also shoots doughnuts.
By far my personal favorite is S. Kurruk’s Berman Prize winner:
“I know who the murderer is, Kevin blogged.”
Update 1030 hrs: Hey! One of those winners is named A. Holloway!
Barry Smith has proposed May Day as 24-Hour Webcomic Day, and I really want to participate. I have a physical need to draw comics again, and I can’t seem to make the opportunities happen, so maybe this will help. I could finally wrap up the neverending “Fire” arc in Xorph and maybe even start the next one. Also, it’s the weekend before my birthday, which means I get to punish myself for being old, and Maria’s going to be cramming for exams anyway–it’s nice to have company (Solitary Confinement notwithstanding).
What I’d really like is to do it with a couple of other comics people, but I don’t see that happening, since my comics people friends are scattered far and wee. I wonder if AIM supports multiple-voice chat. Or if you can do a comics jam on a train.
(For the record, no, I couldn’t do the real 24 Hour Comics Day even if there were a host store in Louisville; apparently all my finals are on April 26th.)
Kyle linked to PA Remix, a bunch of Penny Arcades re-scripted by Japanese high schoolers. Some of them are okay, some are great, but by far my two favorites are the day job and the announcement.
Difficult to believe as it is, Acid Zen Wonder Paint has been a scourge on this planet for fully a year now. And as we all know, if you do it for a year, That Makes It Official©.
Coagulations, Stephen!
Hey, I just noticed that today is my red hat’s first birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RED HAT!
Really ought to wash that hat, actually.
| Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Brendan’s Disorder |
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| Cause: | poor dental hygiene |
| Symptoms: | excessive hand numbness, vertigo, American accent, slightly squeaky voice |
| Cure: | drink more tea |
See, it’s funny because I actually have a casual acquaintance with Dr. Unheimlich, and (I assume) he knows I have an American accent. Darn you, Dr. Unheimlich!
“In March, Awards World magazine sponsored the inaugural ‘Awards Awards’ at London’s Dorchester Hotel, handing out awards to members of the British awards-presentation industry for the year’s best awards shows. Spokesperson Barbara Buchanan explained, ‘Everybody likes to win an award,’ even the people who give out awards (who staged ceremonies for about 1,000 major presentations in Britain last year). Although Buchanan called this year’s program a success, she said it is disqualified from receiving any awards at next year’s Awards Awards. [BBC News, 3-5-04]”
Good thing, too, or the whole system could go critical. Metacritical!
Whoa. Why just work at Google when you could work for Google on the moon?
Actually, they are hiring for real, which is intriguing. I hope they’ll still be doing it when I finally graduate. Seeing job opp pages at my dream companies always sets my heart a-thunderin’–until I remind myself that oh yeah, I’m still in school, and even if I were that good a programmer they’re not going to let me in the door without a couple years of pro experience first.
It’s nice to think about, though. I mean, the moon.
Lately, with the absence of Captain Rodchester, Tuesday Night Basketball has transitioned to a kind of Weekly Illuminati Night, Where Maria Always Wins. That’s right. Maria has won every single one of our (three) games, including the first one, when she’d never laid hands on it before. I hate Maria.
Expect a spate of posts about Illuminati now, in the fashion of many geeks when just getting into Illuminati. Also, I’ll probably complain about the Society of Assassins, whom I apparently draw 75% of the time, and whom I am growing to hate. Assassins suck. Give me the Bermuda Triangle.
Secret Conspiracy Update: If you google for “steve jackson” illuminati, this ISP in Austin comes up as like the second result, despite the fact that they in no way mention either a) “steve jackson” or b) Illuminati. Dun dun DUNNN!
Okay, I’m not sure what that proves.
