Well, maybe it's just me being cranky because it's spring. I hate all that obnoxious sunlight.
But this month, I'm going to bestow only four Stermy Awards for Exemplary Writing. Remember: These awards are subjective, so no whining.
Anyway, here are a few more random rules:
- No Stermy will be awarded for any post that's less than 300 words long.
- No Stermy will be awarded for any post that is more than 75% quotes from other sources.
- No Stermy will be awarded for any post that's more than 2000 words long.
So here are this month's winners, presented in the usual alphabetical order:
BlackSun at Black Sun JournalCongratulations, whatever they're worth, to this month's recipients. I'm returning the bribe money to the rest of you.
for "Everyone Believes in Something"
It sounds mean to mock someone who’s been injured. But far worse than a severed foot is severance from knowledge. How many people have lost that tether? How many people live in a vast swirling sea of "I don’t fucking know?" Flailing blindly, they grasp onto any flotsam or jetsam, whether or not it’s carrying them further from shore.
The Chaplain at An Apostate's Chapel
for Would You Please Reschedule Your Crisis?
Now's Not a Good Time.
Right. You want me to take an hour to drive there, hang around in a prayer meeting (those really get the juices flowing) for one or two hours, then spend another hour driving home - because you need me to play the piano for about eight minutes. Needless to say, I didn’t make it to that one.
Infinity at X is ...
for Cuss Free Zone
My two daughters thought that the word stupid was a bad word for years. You know what? It is a fucking bad word! When words are used to harm or make a person feel bad, then it is bad. Or at least it’s not good.
PhillyChief at You Made Me Say It
for Golden Rule
A British missionary group was saddened to see tribesmen (I think Trobrianders, but I'm not sure) running around naked so they wrote back to their church and the fine old church ladies in England, with nothing but love and the desire to help in their hearts, knitted and sent wonderful sweaters to these poor, naked wretches in the rainforest. Not wanting to offend, the tribe accepted and wore the sweaters. Soon the rain fell, as it does in rainforests, the sweaters got soaked, and the tribe, now wearing soaked sweaters, developed pneumonia and almost all died.