Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Mini Stonehenge seemed quite popular

when I posted photos last week so today while I was by Pike Place Market I went back to the book store and bought another.
For whom, you might wonder?
Well, for one of you!
I am going to have a contest and the winner will be sent their very own Stonehenge. So here is the plan.
You submit some clever example of your writing prowess in the comment section.
Possible topic suggestions:
1.How realism as a philosophical school of thoughts contrasts with Buddhism,
2. Wild adventures you and I should engage in together
(try to keep it clean, my husband and sister read this blog),
3. Discuss the merits of string theory versus particle theory,
4. A wild and rollicking work of fiction you've poured days of your life into,
5. A limmerick, haiku, sonnet or ballad.

The rules are that you have till Friday at midnight PST to submit your entry to this comment section.

Over the weekend I will post the finalist's entry and you all will vote in the comment section for a winner. Any ties will be decided by Mr. Logo and me and any complaints about the plan will be strictly ignored.

There ya have it! Hope it will be fun. I can't WAIT to see what you clever people do.

27 comments:

egan said...

Do I win it for being the first commenter? It looks pretty cool. I can pick it up from your house when I steal your riding mower. Sound cool?

Logophile said...

you are just full of good ideas, aren't you?

Nessa said...

I just put on my thinking cap. Isn't it cute?

armalicious said...

Oooh! I suck at contests, but I'm going to try this one. Even if I don't win, I have a pretty good idea for my theme.

Logophile said...

Goldennib~ You look quite fetching.
Arm~ You will be fabulous, I just know it.

S said...

I think it would take a lot less brain power to just buy another plane ticket and come up there and steal yours outa your bedroom, I do know where you live.....

lime said...

i am still waiting for proper acknowledgment from you and mr fab, dammit! lol

Stephanie said...

Contests with prizes
Some questions to be answered
Very Mr. Fab.

D'oh!

robkroese said...

Is it cheating to copy & paste on of my blog posts?

What criteria are you, Randy and Paula going to be using to pick?

S said...

nigel once told us in song
the sun never sweats
always think larger than 'henge

S said...

OK well my haiku is a rebel haiku
7
5
7

I like to be different

Logophile said...

Susie~ You're welcome any old time, but you leave my henge alone, missy!

Lime~ I called you a trivia queen! I even CALLEd and congratuated you, sheesh :p

Snav~ Nicely done

Diesel~ Do what you gotta do, man. as for criteria, I am going with whim.

Susie~ Rebel with a haiku, huh? Alrighty then

The Ferryman said...

Lime--If you are such a trivia queen, why didn't you take me up on the challenge I posted?

Speak up, woman!

Okay...I must now plan my entry...

armalicious said...

Do you actually want us to put our entry right here in the comments? Even if they are super long? Ok...here you go!

It was a dark, stormy, summer night. I was curled up in my chofa (not a chair, not a sofa…a chofa) trying to read with my cat planted comfortably on my lap. Mr. ARM had just left to go out of town for the weekend on a camping trip with his buddies. I liked having the house to myself, but with the storm, my overactive imagination was working overtime. Every sound inside the house and out made me tense up and I kept imagining myself falling victim to some horrific scenario.

After a particularly loud clap of thunder that made my cat jump off my lap and hide under the coffee table, my phone started ringing. I thought it was Mr. ARM checking in after arriving at his friend’s house before they left for their camping excursion. But I was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by the wonderful Logo.

“ARM!” She exclaimed when I answered the phone. “Pack your bags and get on the next flight to Vegas.”

“Wha?…who?…wait,” I stuttered, “Vegas?”

“Yes! Vegas!” she exclaimed. “You. Me. This weekend. You said Mr. ARM was out of town & Mr. Logo offered to stay at home with the Things. So? You game?”

I was already out of my chofa and in my room trying to find my bag and looking through my pile of laundry sitting in the basket on the floor of my room. Thankfully I had done some laundry earlier that day, so I actually had clean clothes. “Ok,” I said, “let’s do it…but, what are we going to do?”

“That’s the wrong question to ask, silly girl,” I could tell Logo was shaking her head on the other end of the phone. “The question is: ‘what aren’t we doing to do?’”

I laughed. “Ok, I’m in, but whatever you have planned better include lots of drinks with umbrellas, lots of shopping, lots of gossip, and the boys from Thunder from Down Under as eye candy.”

“Don’t you worry,” she laughed in her “I’ve got something crazy planned” laugh. “Just be there.”

Logophile said...

Mr Fab~ Get busy, slow poke!

Arm~ Ooooooo, I like it. Well done, and yes, that was exactly right, just leave it in here and I will transfer to my blog's front page over the weekend along with the other entries. A lovely job, ma'am. Mmmmmmm those cute little Aussie boys are awfully tasty, eh?

Stephanie said...

I confuzzled the format.

Oh well, always the rebel.

Um ...

All words she finds delicious
my sweet west coast friend
Tis why she's Logolicious

(there are many other reasons too)

Anonymous said...

oh for those stones
to make them me owns
I'd sound like the Irish
Or give you this kitsch
I don't know about particle strings and I don't like haiku
I'm nice, and so can't talk about a wild romp with you
But really I'm smart and somewhat quite clever
That stonehenge I want as bad as forever
I'm feinin' and jonesin' I want it real bad
But this is my problem, my jeremiad
I'm stuck in this class that I have to teach
Creativity is out of my reach
Time will expire
and I'll be left
bereft

Lulu (Dan's cat) said...

COOL! More stuff to knock over!!!

MEOW!!

Unknown said...

There once was a chick named Logo
Who chased women down on a pogo

She bounced up and down
Like a silly red-haired clown

Shouting "Oh where, oh where did that Ho go?"

There you go. My losing entry. Congrats to the person who wins Stonehenge.

The Grunt said...

Oh, to have life's rich and giving source to fall upon my face. How succulent it be, the nurturing pillow upon which I wish to find comfort. Perchance, I will be blessed with its serendipitous presence in an unexpected setting. Yea, thine will be done.

There, that is my entry. It is my little psalm to life's accidental peep shows. In this case, the secretary's booby that fell into my face today. w00t!

Life is grand.

The Ferryman said...

I heard her long before I saw her. Her approach was heralded by the gradually increasingly loud roar of a motorcycle. Then, as if from a dream she burst from the fog and stopped the snarling beast of a machine a mere inches from my trembling frame.

She was a vision of most beguiling beauty. Her red hair was blazing and bright, not unlike the flames of a burning chemical plant. Her alabaster skin was flawless almost as if she was a statue come to life. Her breasts were golden globes of pulsating and undulating magnificence, rising and falling almost in unison. Her wondrous child-bearing hips were…

“Beware, mortal!” she bellowed, “Gaze not upon my golden globes of pulsating and undulating magnificence that are rising and falling almost in unison, lest I strike you down and force you to eat several jars of pickles!”

“A thousand pardons, M’lady,” I stammered as I quickly averted my eyes. “It is just that I have never…well…you are so…I mean…”

“Silence, you fool!” she bellowed (she obviously liked to bellow. "My husband reads this blog and if he catches you staring at me like that he will snap you like a twig, for he is a Burly He-Man and a Snappy Dresser!"

"I beg your forgiveness, Oh Fetching One," I managed.

"What?" she bellowed, "Did you say FELTCHING?"

"No, no!" I exclaimed, "Fetching, I said fetching! May I ask who you are?"

“I am the incomparable Logophile," she proclaimed, "The Tutankhamen of Trivia, the Mistress of Minutia, The Sultaness of Senseless Knowledge"

I immediately lay down in the street. "Ravage me!" I begged.

She laughed heartily, stepped down off the motorcycle, and kicked me between the legs. And as I lay there, curled up in a fetal position, sobbing, I am pretty sure she poured a bottle of tepid Mountain Dew on my head. Either that or she peed on me.

And then she was gone.

cathy said...

I haven;t had time yet,will try to make the deadline later if I can sqeeze it in. This week has been something else in hectic.

Anonymous said...

hah! LOVE this contest! sadly i'm fresh out of my own ideas, so i shall do the only thing i can, and share some lyrics by one of my FAVORITE bands (for effect, read out loud -- it sounds best when the speakers are cranked up to 11):

Stonehenge, where the demons dwell
Where the banshees live and they do live well
Stonehenge
Where a man is a man and the children dance to the pipes of pan
Stonehenge
Tis a magic place where the moon doth rise
With a dragon's face
Stonehenge
Where the virgins lie
And the prayer of devils fill the midnight sky
And you my love, won't you take my hand
We'll go back in time to that mystic land
Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow
I will take you there
I will show you how

~Spinal Tap

do i win?? ; ) xox

Logophile said...

Snavy~ I like that one too! Well done, so artistic

Wreckless~ A stunning debut! Very nice, wow

Lulu~ That is exactly how the Things and Ariella regard EVERYTHING

Dorky Dad~ A lovely limmerick, lyrical even

Grunt~ An ode to the accidental pleasures in life, nicely done.

Mr. Fabulous~ WOW! A chemical fire?

Cathy~ You have till midnight my time, hours yet, take your time.

Neva~ Very good, amps to 11! You are always a whiner in my book, winner, I mean, WINNER! mwah!

Anonymous said...

Well, I guess I'll be winning nuttin!!!
I am so not creative this way.

Joe Jubinville said...

Lo, it took so long to think of a clean one that I missed the deadline :o\

Logophile said...

Jules~ Oh well, you can at least vote for someone elses

Joe~ Ah well, you still have a place in my heart.