In two weeks this publication will be one year old. I can think of no better way to celebrate the anniversary than to make fun of this publication. So, beginning today, the Bad Textism Contest is underway.
Over the next two weeks readers are invited to submit satire, parody and cruel riffs on the style and tone of this site and its author. Ruthlessness is encouraged. By way of example:
Steering a sinking, feckless ship of greed and idiocy and slapdash, shivering self esteem into the safe harbour and warm hugs of neocon treacle, [person] yet again phones one in. Jesus fuck!
Or:
I stood and spoke; the paying people glowered; the schedule was muddied by the pornography of the inescapability of the enormity of the ego of the program designer; the type was too small.
All notable entries will be posted here. Following scrutiny by a panel of judges, a winner will be announced on 27 February. The prize will be something lovely, to be decided by the winner, sent through the mail. From France, eh.
Good luck, and thank you.
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