Lots of pictures today. Let's get right to it, shall we?
First category: Most Athletic
Here's Captain Joe again, making me feel better about the fact that I still play on the springy horses too. The name of his mighty steed? Captain Joe dubbed him "Thunderplum."
I don't know what sport is being invented here. But I'm reasonably sure that 1) It kicks the ass off Polo. And 2) I really don't want to play without some serious protective gear.
I love this one for many reasons, not the least of which is that it led to me learning an awesome new word: arabesque.
I don't know the word for this pose, but I wish I did. I like to think that if I knew the word, I could make use of it at some future point in my life and be better off for it.
Why is this photo listed in "Most Athletic?" Well, apparently it was shot while running away from security on the set of Johnny Depp's new movie, "Public Enemies."
Someone might need a lesson about sharing. And about keeping his center of gravity low during a bout....
See? Apparently three people can read the book at once.
I really appreciate it when people are careful with the book. Since they have someone there whose express purpose is to catch the paperback if it falls, they get the runner-up position. Since it's a group shot, they each get a prize.
I love the pointy toes here....
Another item for my long list of Fun Stuff I Would Hurt Myself Doing.
Also, I would like everyone to appreciate the degree of restraint I'm showing by not making a swinger joke right now.
And the winner. Both ladies can have their choice of items from among the swag available. Also, you should rest comfortably in the knowledge that you rock the house, the casbah, and my socks, in roughly that order.
Next: Most Anthropomorphic
Another thing I didn't expect when I started this competition was that folks might dress up my books or to put them into people-ish situations. Such as this...
The caption for this photo was something along the lines of, "A great book, but does it cuddle?"
And yes, that is canned frosting and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. It appears my book is continuing in the fine tradition of getting more action than me.
...or should that be "more action that I?" Meh. Witness the deep wellspring of my not really giving a damn.
This is my book reading a magazine. Some flights are so long that even your leisure reading can get bored.
This one is bound to screw with your perspective a little bit.....
... especially combined with the runner-up. Who knew my book was such a rebel?
But this is the unabashed winner. The caption:
Old Grandpa muses on the new addition to the family..."It's sure a good thing the little whippersnapper looks so much like my daughter. Look at that husband of hers - using a length of rope to hold up his pants. In my day, I had a rippling naked man chest - but I had to cast that vanity aside. Now days all you need is daisies to woo a woman and she'll ignore your ridiculous pants!"
Every time I look at this picture I find something new to love. But even before I read the caption, I was marveling at the pants.
The next time I'm at some convention, and there's a group of new authors hanging around at the bar trying to out-awesome each other, I'm going to sit back until everyone else has bragged their biggest brag. Then I'll pull out my trump card: "Someone made pants for my book," I'll say, "And then they took a picture of it."
So I declare this a double win. I'll send the genius behind it a couple of prizes of her choice. She deserves them.
posted by Pat at 5:08 AM