Good reading for a dark and stormy night
As I was sitting in front of the television, flipping through the channels as if I had a case of itchy remote finger, I noticed a headline staring at me through the screen as I rushed past Headline News. The results of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, it said with its silent, typographical gaze, its “i”s staring right at my face, had been announced not long ago, reason enough for such an easily amused person as myself to be as elated as a geek hearing the Windows start-up sound blaring from the other room on Christmas morning…
