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2002
Jell-O contest categories for 2002
- Best Special Effects
(color, electricity, etc.)
- Best Pun
- Best Tale Told
(fairy tales, books, movies, etc.)
- Best Performance Art
- Best All-Around
Jell-O (fits more than one contest category)
- Best Revolutionary Jell-O (defies the most contest
categories)
Entering the contest is optional, but
everyone gets to vote on the winners.
Updated Dec. 14, 2003
Posted Jan. 23, 2002
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Gwen's Dream
Presaging the Hotdish Hoedown
I have a dream, that one day, all will have hotdishes
and Jell-O in abundance, living in harmony, near the Harmony, in celebration
of community and casseroles. That we shall all be judged not by the amount
of beer we drink, but the content of our hotdish...
The dream
Karen was hosting a party and she needed my help. Many of her guests were
downtown at some sort of outdoor music event and were going to go to the
party after the music.
Karen wanted to stay with these guests and asked me
to go over to her house to make sure the beer was on ice and everything
would be ready when they arrived. I didn't want to leave the music; the
special music guests were The Monkees, and Michael Nesmith (the smart
one, wore a stocking cap, had long sideburns) was looking pretty hot.
(I have been known to have celebrity sex dreams, but this does not qualify,
for many reasons...)
So, I get on my bike, beer loaded into my baskets and
head to Karen's house. I had many obstacles on my ride, construction,
fences, sandy roads... but I arrived and the beer is OK, too. (I think
this came from some bit of a TV program I saw on extreme sports that had
a triathlon that combined mountain biking with the swim and run events.
But imagine mountain biking with a 25-year-old five-speed Schwinn with
paperboy-style baskets! Fun!)
When I get there, Sandy from our office is already
there, baking cream puffs in Karen's fancy, restaurant-quality confection
oven. Sandy helps me load up bottles of cold fruit juices in my baskets
to take back up to the Square for the party guests.
The sequence gets lost for a while and the next bit
I remember is showing up at the party at bar time. Things are pretty quiet
but it looks like there'd been a good party -- house was trashed, a few
drunkards staring stupidly from the couch... I go looking for a cream
puff, all gone.
And that's my dream about Karen's party.
Jan. 23, 2002, Madison
See Gwen's 2003 Jell-O
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