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Just to clarify - a contest build is "complete" when the builder says, "It's as finished as it's going to get." or words to that effect. The final judging will sort the curds from the whey - the wheat from the chaff - the apples from the oranges...
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A thorough review of the rules has revealed that no official end time was specified. To correct that oversight I hereby declare that the ending of the contest shall be eleven. Eleven shall be the count, starting after the noon hour on the day of St. Patrick and proceeding into darkness here on the Eastern coast of the New World (where snakes still reside) but not so far as the new day at tha same location (though some may already have done so in the Old World). The counting shall not stop at ten or nine or eight nor any number less than eleven nor shall the counting reach twelve. It shall stop at the time that WVEC-TV (ABC) broadcasts the eleven o'clock news here in the historic Tidewater area of the state named for a female ruler of some renown in the Old World. So there - eleven o'clock PM, Eastern Daylight Saving Time in the United States.
I (hopefully) will have the nearly final standings posted Tuesday, March 18 and at that point the final voting will commence. If all goes well we should have completely final, ultimate, irrevocable, pretty official results by the end of the week. So let it be written; so let it be done. |
#113
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If things don't go well, do you have the Holy X-ACTO Knife of Antioch? :p
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#114
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He is a witch! He turned me into a newt.....but I got better. Neee, Neeee. Be it 11 of the clock before or after vespers?
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As even a newt named Darwin would know (and, of course, it depends upon whether you are following the Gallican, the Mozarabic, or the Milanese Liturgy, and whether you are taking about the Hesperinos or the Lucernarium) the Annals of Trolleri (not to be confused with the Necronomicon, De Vermiis Mysteriis, or von Junst’s Unausprechlichen Kulten ) set forth that the Vespers occur at sunset. Here in Carlisle, that takes place around 7, which is before 11 (as in the incantation, “Come seven, come eleven, Papa needs a new pair of shoes”). Tick-tock.
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#116
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Ooooohhh - for that display of profundus absurdium I'll get you and your little Hampden, too!!! Bring on the flying monkeys!!!
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If anyone can do a 48-hour MM, it's you!!! Go GO GO
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Hey I'm tryin' for one too!
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