Okay, kids, first off: a congratulatory "Here, here" to Mike Ng, winner of our Contest Contest -- in which readers were challenged to create a contest -- for suggesting (albeit in a slightly different form, since modified by Y.P.R. to suit our very needy needs) the winning entry: THE COLUMN CONTEST.
The Column Contest goes into effect... now. The rules are so simple, even a chimpanzee with a learning disability could enter:
It's that easy. The winning column-suggester will become a columnist, right here on Y.P.R. That's right, with the glory comes great responsibility: the winner will be expected to maintain this column at a semi-regular interval (to be determined between columnist and Y.P.R.).
But that's not all. The winning columnist will also get a Beatrice Arthur T-shaped garment in his or her size and style.
Here's where it gets innnnteresting: What we're looking for in a column is something creative, fictiony, and with a "voice." You could, for example, write a column as if it were written by Ben Affleck, detailing his woes as the impending doom of a wedding date looms ever nearer. You could write a column that focuses solely on the merits of the metric system as encountered in your day-to-day adventures. You can write about all the different guys named Fred you meet.
Whatever; we don't care what it's about as long as it makes people want to read it.
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