March 19, 2006

• Is Lulu Blooker from Germany? Every time I go to that site, I hear thunder crashes and horse whinnies. Frau Blücher!
• CHAPTER ONE quidnunc settled down at his keyboard, stroking it lovingly with his fingers. With a click-clack of buttons, he logged into Monkeyfilter, and began reading Plegmund's latest post. Plegmund! The same beast who had been his bitter rival for 5 long years now – the same brute who had taken tracicle away him, after winning her heart in a game of water-polo one sunny day in Bratislava. How quidnunc longed to get even with his foe - but how? How could he tell the world what a fiend the Plegmund creature really was? If only there was some kind of literary prize that he could win, thereby re-attracting tracicle's attentions and providing the necessary press coverage to widely denounce his nemesis.
• The answer is that it is neither serious literary venture nor a scam. It's simply a marketing ploy. And why not?
• Well, the 2006 competition is closed, though they say the 2007 will open soon. Blooker is not an attractive word. So I think my objections will be based on teh tin-earedness of this whole idea.
• Lulu Blooker Was no looker. All the boys would jeer. When Lulu Blooker Became a hooker The johns thought her a queer.
• was she male or was he female? nobody could tell Lulu Blooker playin' snooker had an all too funky smell
• The print-on-demand concept is probably a worthwhile avenue for authors and topics that may appeal to a very limited market and would not otherwise be published but this example of flogging recycled blog posts seems venal at best. Save a tree, leave it on the internets.
• Nay! Lulu was a real looker her charms they did enthral, but though she won the frickin' Blooker her scrawl was bugger all.
• Beeswacky smelt Blooker, a sniff that done took 'er to a place that most others would fear. But when the aroma Came 'round to her home, a new scent did accent her brassiere!
• Quid started. Something was wrong. All at once a laugh from somewhere behind him - deep, resonant, mellifluous, yet somehow... evil - made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Leaping to his feet, he sprang to the door - but to no avail. "Locked!" he snarled through gritted teeth. Hastening to the window he threw up the sash, but before he could get a leg over the sill, a new sound rose from the street below: an eldritch blooking which griped at his vitals with icy fingers of dread...
• My first cat ever was called Lulu. Coincidence?! You decide...
• No.
• ))) without bark for Ralph the Dog!!! And barque-less ones for islander!!! Had an eld witch blookit the ships o' Nantookit right whales wouldna been so fatally fookit.
• . . . they would spend their time snorting detergent and blooking each other . . . /FZ