So for a while now, I’ve been sifting through all the photos that people submitted to the contest. More than a thousand photos in all.
Needless to say, it’s been taking a lot longer than I expected.
It’s not just that life seems determined to get in the way. Neither is it the fact that there are more photos than I expected, or that so many of them are clever. It’s not even that so many of them were so obviously taken as an act of love. (And I mean that literally in some cases.)
The real problem is that so many of the pictures are really good.
While I’ve been sifting through them, organizing them into categories, and trying to winnow some of them out. I keep thinking of what happened last year when I went to Neil Gaiman’s House on the Rock shindig on Halloween.
He had a costume contest there, American Gods themed. And the winners were going to get to ride the carousel. Yeah. The carousel that nobody gets to ride.
Needless to say, the competition was fierce. Of the thousand or so people that attended, I’m guessing almost half dressed up.
(One of these days I’ll get around to telling the whole story of that day, the story of how I got to ride the carousel with Gaiman, but for now I’m just going to tell a tiny piece of the story.)
Anyway, the vast array of costumes paraded in front of Gaiman. The line went on and on. The outfits were clever and funny and elaborate.
And, more than anything, they were acts of love.
It goes on for hours. Sexy costumes, smart costumes, detailed costumes. Then, eventually, after everyone has had their turn in the spotlight, Gaiman goes up to the microphone, shaking his head.
“I hate you all,” he said.
He gets a big laugh, because he has enough charisma to pull off a line line that and make it charming.
He explains that he was expecting maybe a hundred costumes. He said he thought it would be fairly simple to weed out the rubbish ones, and pick the good ones as winners. (I specifically remember that he said “rubbish,” because that’s a word you can only really get away with if you’re British.)
There were too many good costumes, he complained, and he only got to let 8 people on the carousel. There could only be 8 winners.
Then he settled down to the hard job of picking the winners.
I’ve been thinking about that a lot these last couple weeks as I look through all the photos that were sent in for the contest. Honestly, I’m amazed at the lengths people went to for some of their pictures.
Anyway, I just wanted you to know that you’ll start seeing the results of the contest soon.