I am so sorry that my entry came this late. Weekend weirdness that, with any luck, will happen again.




That's what she said!

Happy Bloomsday, everybody!

I got you a bowl of lather to celebrate.

Oh, that's so sweet of you! I got you an comic app that's been banned by Apple!

Alas, I just sold my iPad in order to get you ...

Whoops, wrong game.

Where's Stan? MIA?

He mentioned in FRPG that he's been having computer trouble. I hope he'll be back soon!

I'm guessing that Stan was jealous of all the attention that kitoba got, and went out and had a child of his own.

*snort*

He needs two if he wants to catch up to me!

Another possibility is that inspiration had him taken out so that she might preserve her one-point lead.

*shifty eyes* I don't know nothin'!

Worst response to a woman saying she's pregnant: No backsies!

1. In the beginning there was Word, and Word was on my laptop, and Word was crashing.

2. The bell on the door jangled as I stepped out of the dry, pale-pink California morning and into the cigarette smoke and burned coffee stench filling the diner. I love Rita's Place. The floors are greasy and the wages barely more than pocket change, but the atmosphere is a pure time machine back to 1950. It feels that way even when Humphrey Bogart isn't sitting at the counter. He nodded to me coolly as I walked past.

3. "Love me tender, love me true," crooned Odd. "Never let me go."
He finished slicing the onion and swept it into the pot. The funny thing was, he didn't even like Elvis music.

4. I lay on my bed and waited for the archangel to fall asleep.

5. The angel was cleaning out his closets when the call came. Halos and moonbeams were sorted into piles according to brightness, satchels of wrath and scabbards of lightning hung on hooks waiting to be dusted. A wineskin of glory had leaked in the corner and the angel blotted it with a wad of fabric. Each time he turned the cloth a muted chorus rang from the closet, as if he'd clamped the lid down on a pickle jar full of the Hallelujah Chorus.

6. Odd never knew for certain why he started seeing the dead. The Alderman thought it was because he was too lazy not to.

7. Here is what the Messiah is not:

1. Dead
2. Just another prophet
3. An only child
4. Italian
5. Gay (probably)
6. A good dancer
7. A vampire
8.

In a day filled with unhappy realizations, it was just about time for another one: this first draft was not going well.

8. My name is Odd, but not odd in the way you might think.

9. My name is Odd Thomas, though in this age when fame is the altar at which most people worship, I am not sure why you should care who I am or why I exist.

10. I was born in the year 1. A.D., B.C., don't ask me which. They didn't even get His birth year right when they made up the calendar, so it's no use trying to pin down mine.

1. In the beginning there was Word, and Word was on my laptop, and Word was crashing. By Llef. Correctly guessed by kitoba. Fooled insp.

2. The bell on the door jangled as I stepped out of the dry, pale-pink California morning and into the cigarette smoke and burned coffee stench filling the diner. I love Rita's Place. The floors are greasy and the wages barely more than pocket change, but the atmosphere is a pure time machine back to 1950. It feels that way even when Humphrey Bogart isn't sitting at the counter. He nodded to me coolly as I walked past. By insp. Correctly guessed by kitoba.

3. "Love me tender, love me true," crooned Odd. "Never let me go."
He finished slicing the onion and swept it into the pot. The funny thing was, he didn't even like Elvis music. By kitoba. Correctly guessed by insp. Fooled CCC.

4. I lay on my bed and waited for the archangel to fall asleep. By CCC. Fooled kitoba and Llef.

5. The angel was cleaning out his closets when the call came. Halos and moonbeams were sorted into piles according to brightness, satchels of wrath and scabbards of lightning hung on hooks waiting to be dusted. A wineskin of glory had leaked in the corner and the angel blotted it with a wad of fabric. Each time he turned the cloth a muted chorus rang from the closet, as if he'd clamped the lid down on a pickle jar full of the Hallelujah Chorus. Beginning of Lamb.

6. Odd never knew for certain why he started seeing the dead. The Alderman thought it was because he was too lazy not to. By CCC. Correctly guessed by kitoba and Llef.

7. Here is what the Messiah is not:

1. Dead
2. Just another prophet
3. An only child
4. Italian
5. Gay (probably)
6. A good dancer
7. A vampire
8.

In a day filled with unhappy realizations, it was just about time for another one: this first draft was not going well. By insp. Correctly guessed by Llef.

8. My name is Odd, but not odd in the way you might think. By Llef. Fooled kitoba.

9. My name is Odd Thomas, though in this age when fame is the altar at which most people worship, I am not sure why you should care who I am or why I exist. Beginning of Odd Thomas. Correctly guessed by insp and Llef.

10. I was born in the year 1. A.D., B.C., don't ask me which. They didn't even get His birth year right when they made up the calendar, so it's no use trying to pin down mine. By kitoba. Fooled CCC.

So the points stand:
Llefser 19
inspiration 18
Stan Cold 12
CCC 10
kitoba 10

I really should go with the dartboard for guessing. I have no trouble with making entries, but I'm really really bad at guessing them...

Was that the last round? Harumph, tied for last place!