• a confession of which particular literary crime i was responsible for
• a brief dissection thereof
• comments on those superior stories for which i voted
• and, as a free bonus, a complete and previously unseen second piece written for the challenge but not submitted

during the day, traffic slows them down, but at night they hit it upwards of fifty miles an hour sometimes. as far as i know, no one has broken an axle yet. but sometimes i will be woken by a tump-tump-twee and then, in the morning, i will find a hubcap by our front steps.

so far we have a honda, a ford, a chevy and two nissans.

if you would ever consider applying that label to yourself, please vote inside.

also: ADVENTURES IN LINUX PRINTING

If not, reprisal will be swift, harsh and imprecise. Collateral damage will be high.

so here's the thing: aside from our mutual love of pornography and whiskey, there's really just one thing that connects us all. hmmm... well maybe not one thing, because it's a plural and--if i had just blurted it out a sentence ago--it would sound weird, but one collection of things: roads.

i can walk out my door, turn my heel to Hoge Naarderweg, and follow the roads all the way to your house (unless you live in australia or north america or on an island or zeppelin or something, but you get the idea).

when i sit and think about how amazing is the world we have created for ourselves, it is the incredible network of roads that awes me the most.
EXTENSION UPDATE: apparently, the upload site has not been working properly. i've been in ireland, so i was not aware. the original deadline was arbitrarily set to coincide with my return to Canada. that date has now been pushed back by two weeks, so it seems fair to arbitrarily push back the WFC deadline by the same margin. i will try and fix whatever is wrong with the WFC site in the next day or two. silly me for not testing it after doing the server re-install. cheers.

two sentence per band rundown inside.

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