Yeah, I make my living writing after a fashion. And it's not a bad living, at that. But what *else* can you do with those wordsmithing capabilities?
You can win prizes. It's not as though I find this particular piece of prize irresistable, or even that attractive. It's that I could think of a thousand different entries for this particular contest, and it seems like nobody else could come up with one. Okay. Obviously there was at least one more.
About the prize, it's not terrible, but when I checked out the artist's site, I found that I like nearly everything else on it more. Especially the babies. I love the babies. They crack my shit up.
Friday, May 02, 2008
English Major Cashes In
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