Showing posts with label Cry For Help. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cry For Help. Show all posts

9.16.2009

Why Is No One Submitting Any Queen City Confidentials?

All right, what's going on? Not only do we not have any entries for the Typo Wiener contest but I'm still looking* for a Queen City Confidential. You know about Queen City Confidential, right? Regina's funnest place to rant in print? Whaaat? You don't? You guys. Check out page 36 of the current issue. And, in case you're too busy to do that, here's the dealie on it: Queen City Confidential is an open forum for prairie dog readers to share their feelings on any topic — we suggest failed romances, trivial pet peeves and secret messages to friends. E-mail short little burps of inspiration to confidential@prairiedogmag.com (type CONFIDENTIAL in the subject field so I don't miss your e-mail). No libel, no vendettas, no gossip, no bullshit and NO ESSAYS (100-200 words), but I will even consider printing poetry as long as it's interesting to read and it doesn't have to be formatted in any special way.

Queen City Confidential contributors will of course remain strictly anonymous.

*Actually I have two in, but they're both kind of short and involve traffic complaints. I'm TIRED of QCC's complaining about traffic.

Why Has Everybody Stopped Entering My Typo Wiener Contest?

It can't possibly be that we're not printing any typos these days. Can it? Or do people just not want to win $10 and a nifty Typo Wiener t-shirt (black, cool-looking and printed on American Apparel 100% organic cotton)? Well, tell you what: This issue, and this issue ONLY, I'll extend the deadline to tomorrow, Thursday, at 5:00 p.m. Send in your typo by then and you could win (I'll pick my favourite)! And if you've forgotten the rules, they're on page 33 of the current issue. And yes, typos must be in the print edition. We don't copy edti this blolg.