Friday, January 02, 2004
It was a dark and stormy night …
I say, bleah. Brevity is the soul of wit, and this goes on and on and on and then it goes on and on and on some more and then it goes on for a bit after that. Long, long, long. Much funnier, sez I, is the likes of this:
Jennifer stood there, quietly ovulating.
The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest requires one to write the most horrible opening sentance to a novel; the Lyttle Lytton Contest is the same, only you are restricted to 25 words or less, which makes for funnier openings, such as:
Monica had exploded, and I had a mystery, and pieces of her pancreas, on my hands.
B. Otter
or
For centuries, man had watched the clouds; now, they were watching him.
S. Sachs
Great stuff here. Now I just need to come up with a horrible opening line to a novel.
Yet another blogging award type thang
And speaking of contests, there is also BlogMadness 2003, where participants enter what they consider to be their best entry of 2003. Sounds interesting, so I combed through the entries for 2003.
It's sobering that I didn't really find that many entries I liked. It was quickly narrowed down to two entries, a three line entry (six lines if you include the title) and the Fourth of July entry, with pictures.
As much as I liked the three line entry, it was this picture that won out, so that was the entry I entered. I can only hope I at least I get some technical award or something.
