Last night, working, I suddenly noticed I had 25 new messages...
|Hey, that's that book I wrote, winning an award.|
They told me Stacey's acceptance speech was very sweet.
|I figured it'd be fun to check all the twitter accounts that had been harassing us all year...|
|...it so was.|
|Meanwhile, Mandy was already at the bar...|
|I don't have a very good relationship with Fred, but if you do|
you could explain to him that the reason his thing didn't win Best Writing
was because the writing in it was bad.
|Stacy's third acceptance speech was a joke about how|
she was running out of things to say. Actually it was
her fourth acceptance speech because her thing, Contessa,
won best blog.
|Well, not everyone, Harassment Bunny.|
(PS at some point a Japanese girl had painted a
bunch of swirlies on Mandy's face)
|This, at least, is true. I entirely lack remorse.|
|Me too, it doesn't have 300 pages.|
Responsible, grown-up commentary on what all this winning means by Stacy here. Visit booth 835 if you get a minute.
|What a stupid bear.|