Post by Anne on Jul 31, 2011 0:25:52 GMT -5
The Aussie Author, Ian Irvine, does regular contests just about every week giving out signed books and the like. This week the means of winning was answering this question:
WEEK 26 QUESTION – Tomorrow a meteorite is going to destroy Earth. Which writer (or writers) would you invite to dinner and what would the menu be? The cleverest, funniest or most touching entries win.
I thought I would share my response.
A meteor is coming, you say? Due /tomorrow/? Goodness me.
Well. There's only one thing for it-! … A bomb shelter? What are you blathering on about man? I hardly think this is the time to be talking about bomb shelters; there's a /meteor/ on it's way and I have a dinner party to plan for!
I'll invite my mother of course. It's her house and I think it would be rather awkward to sit down to dinner with her in the next room watching repeats of The Zoo.
My brother and sister should come too. The family never gets together anymore; why even last Christmas was delayed a few days because of other plans. I only hope they don't have any plans this time… after all, it might be hard to organise another get-together after a meteor has hit the earth.
Who else should I invite? I can't dawdle long; I rather imagine the lines at the shop are getting worse as we speak. Ah! I know. It's rather obvious, isn't it? I'll invite Garth Nix and Ian Irvine. Sure, a flight to WA from the Eastern States might be a bit difficult to organise right now but they're sure to come. If movies like Independence Day have taught me anything, it's that space objects almost always collide with the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Perth is immune to any and all disasters. Disasters just have never heard of us, you see, and a meteor's not going to have travelled all this way through the vast voids of space just to blow up two sky scrapers and a bell tower.
… I've just been to the shops. All the bottled water was gone, as were all the tin goods. And for some reason the frozen goods too. As if the freezer will still be working after a meteor has hit the earth! I tried to explain about Perth's immunity but no one could hear me over the hysteric screaming. I guess dinner will be whatever is in the fridge and for desert, this box of Cocopops I managed to wrangle away from a four-year-old.
I have to go now. Irvine and Nix accepted my invites on Facebook. They aren't due at the airport for another five hours, but I just realised our dining table is too small and I have to loot one on the way to the air port.
WEEK 26 QUESTION – Tomorrow a meteorite is going to destroy Earth. Which writer (or writers) would you invite to dinner and what would the menu be? The cleverest, funniest or most touching entries win.
I thought I would share my response.
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A meteor is coming, you say? Due /tomorrow/? Goodness me.
Well. There's only one thing for it-! … A bomb shelter? What are you blathering on about man? I hardly think this is the time to be talking about bomb shelters; there's a /meteor/ on it's way and I have a dinner party to plan for!
I'll invite my mother of course. It's her house and I think it would be rather awkward to sit down to dinner with her in the next room watching repeats of The Zoo.
My brother and sister should come too. The family never gets together anymore; why even last Christmas was delayed a few days because of other plans. I only hope they don't have any plans this time… after all, it might be hard to organise another get-together after a meteor has hit the earth.
Who else should I invite? I can't dawdle long; I rather imagine the lines at the shop are getting worse as we speak. Ah! I know. It's rather obvious, isn't it? I'll invite Garth Nix and Ian Irvine. Sure, a flight to WA from the Eastern States might be a bit difficult to organise right now but they're sure to come. If movies like Independence Day have taught me anything, it's that space objects almost always collide with the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Perth is immune to any and all disasters. Disasters just have never heard of us, you see, and a meteor's not going to have travelled all this way through the vast voids of space just to blow up two sky scrapers and a bell tower.
… I've just been to the shops. All the bottled water was gone, as were all the tin goods. And for some reason the frozen goods too. As if the freezer will still be working after a meteor has hit the earth! I tried to explain about Perth's immunity but no one could hear me over the hysteric screaming. I guess dinner will be whatever is in the fridge and for desert, this box of Cocopops I managed to wrangle away from a four-year-old.
I have to go now. Irvine and Nix accepted my invites on Facebook. They aren't due at the airport for another five hours, but I just realised our dining table is too small and I have to loot one on the way to the air port.
I haven't heard of this author, anything particularly good?
But I got an honorary mention and if you get three of those, you win a prize xD