ADMINISTRIVIA: Last Chance To Vote
Robin S. Furr
Just so y'all know, the Grunions voting period ends tonight (Sunday, the
23rd of Feb.) at midnight PST. If you haven't voted yet, but plan to do so,
time is running out.
You can vote at:
http://www.eyrie.org/cgi-bin/mailmerge/superguy/grunions/ballot.tmpl
At this late date, since I don't expect to be back on-line before the
deadline expires, if you can't vote with the form, you may be out of
luck.
Furthermore, as a general announcement: we will not be announcing the
winners before the Grunion Ceremony post. Not even to the winners. Nyah.
This year's ceremony is being conducted in a unique way: We are asking
that all nominees send in acceptance speeches for their awards; these
are not supposed to be 200-line mini-sagas, as in the past. These are
supposed to be about thirty seconds or so of spoken text, and if the
winners don't get their speeches in by the deadline (to be established
shortly), then we, the Grunion management, will feel free to write a
speech for them. This, kids, will be a short, hopefully somewhat timely
Grunions. (Feel free to wager heavily on whether or not we can pull it
off.)
Rob Furr,
of Price, Waterhouse, and Iguana.
"pootermeat_-_with_the_taste_that's_strangly_familiar!"
Yeep! That was supposed to go to Superchat, not the list. Please accept
my humblest of apologies, and please also accept this ham as a token of my
esteem.
And now, to express my apologies for Signal-to-noise ratio further, here is
A.L.U. noted minor celebraty and all around fun time girl, Trudy Galloway.
Trudy?
"Wha? Hey, nimrod! The next time you're going to pass the damn mike to
someone, give them some war--"
Trudy. We're live.
"Live? You gave me a live mike to the list?"
Er....
"Helloooooooooooooooo Cleveland! It's a sunny and balmy six degrees here
in Boston, and we're taking requests right now here on the Morning Zoo
Program -- yes! Dorchester!"
"Hello? Trudy?"
"Yes, you're on the Morning Zoo Program."
"Lemme just say, love your program--"
"We're wasting *valuable* time on the Morning Zoo Program!"
"Right! My question's this. Do you think the Red Sox are nuts or what? I
mean, they had a dream team just--"
"Oh, sorry, Dorchester, but you've made one of the classic blunders. You
*care* about Organized Sports! JOEL, tell our hapless caller what he's
won!"
<<Well, it's kinda like a prize, only it hurts. It's the Ronco Baseball
Thrown By Roger Clemons At Your Jaw(TM). Back to you, Trudy.>>
"GUAHHHHHHHoooooohhh...."
"Man, I love it when the Caller doesn't get a chance to hang up before it's
too late. So, we're coming up on news time here at the Morning Zoo
program. And now, with the news -- it's Kid Solipsism. Kid?"
"Today I decided that a number of events that have no bearing whatsoever on
my life would be `reported' so as to perpetuate the obvious myth that there
is any actual existance beyond the admittedly limited scope of my
perceptions. As none of these have any true worth to my perpetual quest to
get out of this delusional fever dream, I see no reason to dignify them
with repeating. Trudy?"
"Thanks, Kid. Coming up after these commercials -- we wake up famous stars
by blowing up their lawns... after this."
--
Beta-Cit Eric Alfred Burns |"Takes more than Combat Gear to Make a Man,
<sa...@awenet.com> | Takes more than a License for a Gun.
http://www.eyrie.org/~sabre | Confront your Enemies, Avoid them when you can,
Writer Type, Poet Boy | A Gentleman will walk but never run."
Gadfly-for-Hire | --Sting
"pootermeat_-_with_the_taste_that's_strangly_familiar!"
At 2:33 PM -0800 2/23/97, Robin S. Furr wrote:
>This year's ceremony is being conducted in a unique way: We are asking
>that all nominees send in acceptance speeches for their awards; these
>are not supposed to be 200-line mini-sagas, as in the past. These are
>supposed to be about thirty seconds or so of spoken text, and if the
>winners don't get their speeches in by the deadline (to be established
>shortly), then we, the Grunion management, will feel free to write a
>speech for them.
One assumes this will be an "Accepting on behalf of X, is Captain
Non-Sequitor" sort of speech, not a speech written in the voice of the
person who didn't get his stuff in on time.