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By: Big Other Contest #2 Winners! « BIG OTHER

Big Other Contest #2 Winners! « BIG OTHER — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 03:52:59 +0000

[...] 12, 2009 by John Madera The competition for a prize in Big Other’s second contest was fierce. Actually, only six people entered and one was disqualified. Nevertheless, the writing [...]

By: John Madera

John Madera — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 15:39:24 +0000

Soon! Thanks for checking in.

By: Pete

Pete — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 00:49:50 +0000

When will the winners be announced?

By: John Madera

John Madera — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 14:51:17 +0000

Cool!

By: Greg Gerke

Greg Gerke — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 14:11:25 +0000

I figured that, just wanted to get into the spirit!

By: John Madera

John Madera — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 02:04:34 +0000

Ah, I should have mentioned that Big Other contributors are not allowed to participate in the contest. But let’s keep up your awesome bio here as inspiration for others. Thanks Greg!

By: Greg Gerke

Greg Gerke — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 00:24:46 +0000

Rebecca Lee is the daughter of Bruce Lee and the motion picture REBECCA from 1940 directed by Alfred Hitchcock and starring Laurence Oliver. She is one of the few writers in the world that can be rolled through a projector and seen on the big screen as well as kicking serious critical ass. For instance, since Michiko Kakutani gave her first work something less than a rave, the noted NY Times reviewer has a ruptured spleen and may be lost to the Times for the holiday season. On occasion, Rebecca also likes to help install furnaces.

By: Gabe Durham

Gabe Durham — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 02:06:57 +0000

Trinie Dalton never had a chance, her poor heart weak-walled from birth. She wrote long books in bed on her desktop computer, keyboard in lap, staring straight out the window. Every half hour, Tina glanced at the monitor to her right to make sure it was still on. It usually was. The author of This Squirrel is Really Up to Something, Dolly Tinti slept and slept. The maid snuck Dilly’s hard drives to New York City and the rest, as they say, is as follows: Born in 1984, I wasted how many years praying to Trinity Dalton not knowing her claim to answer prayers was just the title of her 12th book. Who could fault Tiny Delton, though, with her itty deltoids that she swore would swell up like avocados after track practice but only she could tell? I’m asking–who? Her heaviest book, Call Me Guacamole Maybe, swept the Nobels. She got season passes to Dulles International and whenever she flew, strong chipper men whisked Duly Tutu past security, laughing nervously at the very idea of a frisk. Put me down, Dolly cried, loud enough to charm us all, too softly to hear.

By: Ben Loory

Ben Loory — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 01:37:49 +0000

Aimee Bender has never been afraid of ghosts. In fact, she has never been afraid. She drives a blue car and carries a red purse. Her secrets will go with her to the grave.

When she was seven, Ms. Bender learned to fly. She flew up very, very high. And when she came down, she put her feet on the ground. People asked her, but she never explained why.

In the future, Ms. Bender will certainly become involved in many and various activities. She will SCUBA dive and hunt large objects in the night. With any luck, she will always remain alive.

By: Pete

Pete — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 16:32:31 +0000

Trinie Dalton has been known to claim, usually late at night after a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, to be the granddaughter of Bernard Dalton, founder of the once-thriving but soon-to-be-defunct B. Dalton bookstore chain. Her lamentations always begin nostalgically as she recalls sitting at her grandfather’s side behind the counter of his store in Omaha (the only location he retained after selling his chain to Dayton Corporation in 1979) and devouring every Judy Blume and Ursula Le Guin book he had in stock, but then, depending on how many Wallbangers she’s had, will often turn into a tirade at the corporate idiocy of Barnes & Noble during its later ownership of the chain and its eventual destruction of her grandfather’s legacy. But after returning home, a quick check by her listener of Wikipedia inevitably reveals that not only did Dayton’s establish B. Dalton itself in 1966, but the chain’s name was completely fictitious and there was never a Bernard Dalton. As it turns out, Trinie’s Grandpa Dalton’s name was Hank, an insurance agent in Akron, Ohio. Her passionate fondness for the B. Dalton chain has never been plausibly explained.