December 03, 2003
Car Keys?

This raises two questions. First, who is the all-time champion perpetrator of bad literary sex (my vote: Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged, although I'm pretty sure that Robert Heinlein's I Will Fear No Evil, where the old rich guy has his brain transplanted into the body of his recently-dead-and-still-superhot secretary, is a very close second)?

Second, when Sting was asked to present an award meant to satirize cheesy, pretentious compositions, did he say to himself "That's rather ironic"?

Posted by BT at December 03, 2003 10:34 AM
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All I want to know is: did his partner enjoy it? And were the car keys found?

Posted by: Garthmeister J. on December 3, 2003 03:59 PM

My horrible thought -- "Hey -- these aren't mine?!"

Posted by: BT on December 3, 2003 04:01 PM

There's a joke in here somewhere having to do with responsible drinking at parties, where when you arrive you're to drop your keys in the, oh, ehrm, uh. . .

I'm off to London for a bit now, so good luck all solving those nefarious quizzes without me. Though if I happen to find myself in an internet pub (?!) at the right hour on Friday, I'll pop in and represent for spackle, Bob Hope, and the American way.

Posted by: Scott on December 3, 2003 04:52 PM

pant-hoots.

damn.

Posted by: Scott on December 3, 2003 04:53 PM

Results here.

Posted by: BT on December 4, 2003 11:46 AM