Okay. It’s been a long time coming, but I’m finally ready to post up some of the pictures from the photo contest.
Part of the reason it’s taken so long is pure option paralysis. People sent in more than a thousand pictures, and they were not mostly crap. In fact, they were mostly awesome.
That put me in a strange situation. I can’t post a thousand pictures up on my blog. Even fitting them into categories is too much for me.
Last time when I did the photo contest, there were a handful photos that didn’t fit into any particular category. So I did a Miscellaneous blog for them.
But this year, there were so many photos that a single miscellaneous blog couldn’t begin to fit them all. So instead, I’ve decided to start off the contest with a bunch of the photos that I liked, but that for one reason or another didn’t make the final cut.
Also, I decided to put them all to verse and include a sort of framing narrative. I can’t remember why exactly I decided to do that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Personally, I blame it on the fact that I’ve spent a lot of time reading Green Eggs and Ham to Oot lately.
The pictures aren’t as big as I’d like, but I had to do some resizing to make them all fit. Rest assured that you can click on any of them and embiggen to your heart’s content.
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That Pat Rothfuss. That Pat Rothfuss. 
Oh how he makes me want to cuss.
At first I liked him fairly well,
But he blew his deadline to hell.
His second book was much too late,
So now I hate him. Hate! Hate! Hate!
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Would you read book number two?
Please do read it. Do! Do! Do!
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You could read it in a tree.
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You could read it with some tea.
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I would not read it in a tree.
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I would not read it with some tea.
I do not want to read that book
I will not take a single look.
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Would you read it on a stone?
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Would you read it all alone?
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I will not read it on a stone.
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I will not read it all alone.
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I will not read it in a tree.
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Or drinking some odd robot tea.
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You could read it on your bike,
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Or really anywhere you like:
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Snug in bed with a green frog,
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Right beside this rusty cog,
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Doing art with a quill pen,
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Or while you sit and do zazen.
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I hate this book, do you not see?
I will not read it, let me be.
I will not read next to this tyke,
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Or zenning out beside my bike.
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I will not read it while I dance,
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Or bookmarked by spongebob squarepants.
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I will not read it in a tree,
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Or sipping on some pleasant tea,
(With kindle Agatha Christie.)
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I would not read The Wise Man’s Fear
If you threw in a keg of beer,
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A good foot rub, and eight fresh pies,
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Enlightenment with jumbo fries.
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Not if you tossed me in the stocks,
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Pressed me between heavy rocks,
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Threatened me with a t-rex,
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Not even if …
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… book two has sex.
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Say! 
I rather think I like this book,
Now that I’ve stopped to take a look.
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It’s good enough to read at sea,
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Or upside-down, or in a tree.
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I’ll read it when I’m far from home,
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and lend it to my garden gnome.
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I’ll gaze upon it while I harp.
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I’ll take it with me when I larp.
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I’ll raise this book up to the sky.
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It belongs next to firefly!
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To this fine author’s art I yield,
A man outstanding in his field.
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Man. You have no idea how long that took. It was fun, but I’m never going to do it again.
Thanks to Valerie for helping with the layout of this one while I was busy with other things. Otherwise it would have taken me even longer to get it posted.
Now that this one is out of the way, we’ll have some other picture blogs before too long. As well as the continuation of the ComicCon Chronicle and other assorted geekery.
Later all,
pat
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