Sunday, September 21, 2008

And The Winner Is.....

I wrote down all the names on slips of paper. I folded them up and put them in my Tilly hat and I pulled one out.
Fair and square.
Call me, boy, and I'll have the subscription sent your way. You know my name. Look up the number.


  1. Whoa! This is awesome! As soon as I can, I'll give you a call!

  2. I'm so happy that I didn't win! It's not the subscription that I didn't want, it's the fact that the publisher would have sold my name and address to every company on the planet that doesn't already have it, and I would be getting 9 more tons of junk mail a year!
    Jon - I'm so happy for you! Enjoy.

  3. Okay, Brother B. I'll recount. Hold on.....
    Uh, yep. It said "Jon."
    Maybe I'll do another contest some day. I won't tell anyone but you.

  4. whew! dogded that one. It has inspired me to pick up a copy however.

  5. my other blog: I don't know that Oxford does that much. The single piece of junk mail I receive besides local grocery fliers are occasional offers for the New York Times or one other lit journal whose name I forget now. So it looks like they're pretty chill about selling info.


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