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Once upon a time, when I was a young ASchultz, I was apparently gifted. But I wasn't spoiled by that. For instance, I clearly wasn't mature enough to listen to Dr Demento. My sister, who was three years older, was. This situation did not change three years later, by which time I should probably have been playing classical music on my violin according to my parents. Somehow I still got pegged as someone who was dorky enough to listen to Dr Demento. I thought I got some of my own back when I bought a few huge compilation tapes in college.
I seem inanely attracted to the things. It's the one form of writing that's almost impossible to take seriously. You can rattle off something and you're relatively pleased with it. There's a formula, you recognize the output for what it is, and if you're lucky you get a weird rhyme or a short story. Then you hope you can be succinct in other things.
And for me limericks help sort out dead wood in writing--I have a lot to get in, and a few words, so I better make it count. I'm sure I've written a lot of bad ones but I'm glad I take the time to. You can say you wrote something satisfactory, yet at the same time you're left feeling you really can and should do better.
Well I finally did it! My first works of fiction got published here. They're very derivative and very obnoxious, but hey, I'd wanted to write them a while and then I finally went through with them. I mean, what was I waiting for, some celestial sign? (And I don't believe in astrology.)
The front page doesn't link to fiction, so I thought I'd pump it in my blog. My reviews have tended to be less than enthusiastic for a while, but I'd like to think I was saving the good stuff for what I really want to do--write fiction. And I hope it all shows a different side of me.
My first piece of fiction is about
I have an idea. It is for an obscure game, oh yes. It is for what is most certainly a better obscure game than whatever you have. But it was popular once, so the series is sort of about a popular game too, so all you people writing for that, know I have you blanketed there, too.
It will release pent-up frustration, creativity(see: my reviews where I can't find much to say about garden variety old school games,) and outrage over how the game did not have enough sequels. It will roast modern games. It will roast the games in the series that didn't work. It will be about old games, what works, and what does not.
You are not like the other Powerade Zeroes. They are vaguely medicinal, but their underlying flavors are too well defined--strawberry or grape. You are mixed berry. You allow no questions as to what berries, besides blueberries are actually BLUE.
There are other regular power-ade flavors. Pink Lemonade comes close to you, as do those weird light green and cloudy white ones. But they are named after weird emotions.
You had a competitor in powdered blue Gatorade once, but Sam's Club stopped carrying it. Then Gatorade got Tiger Woods's endorsement. He is from Stanford. I hate Stanford. Plus Gatorade is too sweet tasting to feel like it gives you a charge.
And you are frequently on sale, five for a buck, at Jewel, easing the exorbitant 3% Cook County beverage tax.
Subtitle: 13 short reviews and what became of them.
Is this tooting my own horn? Yes, a bit. But in case anyone here came to write about reviews to work on other things, I think it's fair to say that it can lead to bigger things and not just better reviews. In a way, this bigger faq/review stuff may have come at the expense of my own "real" writing. The FAQs I wrote this week didn't seem like much, but they were exhausting.
So here are specific winners and what I remember of them. First, here's a link to the original tourney results. It's the one, the only, probably because CJayC had to check all the reviews back then, and some of the rushed efforts must've given him a real headache.
The three random winners are lost in the sands of time.
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