Stranger than Fiction: Apparently, there was no dearth of weird things in the news the past couple days. Grandmothers want to enlist so their grandchildren and children can come home from Iraq. Worse than delivering in a taxi cab. And Germany is denying state toupee coverage.
Parade of Parodies: A parody of Bush wins the faux Falkner contest, but United Airlines (the contest sponsor) refuses to print it in their magazine, they only offer it on their Website (to view, click on Fiction, then 2005, then Faulkner parody. Also, see an excerpt from it below). Berlusconi has published a book of insults left-wing groups have called him, which apparently was pretty easy since "He has been the most insulted prime minister since Mussolini," according to political analysts in Rome. And no, this is not a parody (I guess it would be hard to parody him, because he does so much weird stuff in real life that it is unnecessary.) And in other spoof news, an art director was fired after appearing on the Daily Show for one of their news spoofs.
Here's a sample from the Faulkner Spoof Winner:
"Down the hall, under the chandelier, I could see them talking. They were walking toward me and Dick s face was white, and he stopped and gave a piece of paper to Rummy, and Rummy looked at the piece of paper and shook his head. He gave the paper back to Dick and Dick shook his head. They disappeared and then they were standing right next to me.
“Georgie s going to walk down to the Oval Office with me,” Dick said.
“I just hope you got him all good and ready this time,” Rummy said.
“Hush now,” Dick said. “This aint no laughing matter. He know lot more than folks think.” Dick patted me on the back good and hard. “Come on now, Georgie,” Dick said. “Never mind you, Rummy.”
We walked down steps to the office. There were paintings of old people on the walls and the room was round like a circle and Condi was sitting on my desk. Her legs were crossed.
“Did you get him ready for the press conference?” Dick said.
“Dont you worry about him. He ll be ready,” Condi said. Condi stood up from the desk. Her legs were long and she smelled like the Xeroxed copies of the information packets they give me each day.
“Hello Georgie,” Condi said. “Did you come to see Condi?” Condi rubbed my hair and it tickled."
Parade of Parodies: A parody of Bush wins the faux Falkner contest, but United Airlines (the contest sponsor) refuses to print it in their magazine, they only offer it on their Website (to view, click on Fiction, then 2005, then Faulkner parody. Also, see an excerpt from it below). Berlusconi has published a book of insults left-wing groups have called him, which apparently was pretty easy since "He has been the most insulted prime minister since Mussolini," according to political analysts in Rome. And no, this is not a parody (I guess it would be hard to parody him, because he does so much weird stuff in real life that it is unnecessary.) And in other spoof news, an art director was fired after appearing on the Daily Show for one of their news spoofs.
Here's a sample from the Faulkner Spoof Winner:
"Down the hall, under the chandelier, I could see them talking. They were walking toward me and Dick s face was white, and he stopped and gave a piece of paper to Rummy, and Rummy looked at the piece of paper and shook his head. He gave the paper back to Dick and Dick shook his head. They disappeared and then they were standing right next to me.
“Georgie s going to walk down to the Oval Office with me,” Dick said.
“I just hope you got him all good and ready this time,” Rummy said.
“Hush now,” Dick said. “This aint no laughing matter. He know lot more than folks think.” Dick patted me on the back good and hard. “Come on now, Georgie,” Dick said. “Never mind you, Rummy.”
We walked down steps to the office. There were paintings of old people on the walls and the room was round like a circle and Condi was sitting on my desk. Her legs were crossed.
“Did you get him ready for the press conference?” Dick said.
“Dont you worry about him. He ll be ready,” Condi said. Condi stood up from the desk. Her legs were long and she smelled like the Xeroxed copies of the information packets they give me each day.
“Hello Georgie,” Condi said. “Did you come to see Condi?” Condi rubbed my hair and it tickled."
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