Through my early morning, uncaffeinated self (meaning through no fault of my own), I perhaps boasted the prowess of my airplane launcher to Can-Con's programming maestro, Derek Künsken. The result: I'm now hosting the airplane contest. I should learn to not speak before I've had coffee.
Regardless, I'm excited for this contest. It shall be a powerful feat of wits, strength, and paper folding techniques. As I've been randomly challenging people to the contest, I figure I'd post some willy-nilly rules that most of the people who will be there probably won't see, and I might not feel like re-iterating. Survival of the most-read, people!
Okay, the basics:
WHEN: Friday evening, 9 pm
WHERE: Rooms 2 and 3 (as always, check your schedules for latest updates)
The not-so basics:
SUPPLIES: The hostess (moi) will bring supplies for paper airplane making. For those who are willing to sing for their paper, they'll get nice, fancy, already cut to the right shape paper (while supplies last. I'm a fan of show tunes, rock and roll operettas and Bizet). The rest of you are getting left overs from one of my manuscripts to try to turn into something aerodynamic. I have lots of explosions in my manuscripts, so that may be to your advantage.
You may bring a pre-folded plane, BUT it may not be made of anything but one sheet of folded paper. No extra supplies for the wilier among you. I'll apply this to myself, for which you should all be grateful as my brother is of rocket launching genius. I witnessed it once more this weekend when he sent his son's truck flying about in the backyard. No one was injured, though several cats were terrified.
JUDGING: I am the supreme judge. Contesting judgment shall result in contestants having to eat their paper airplanes (** NOTE - I'm informed by the Can-Con organizers that this is inappropriate behaviour. I shall therefore stick to the original description of taunting in both official languages.)
WINNER: I'll judge airplanes by whatever mine does best. I'm not revealing that beforehand, because I might squish my airplane on the way to the con hotel and have to build a new one on site with entirely different capacity. This contest isn't for the weak of heart.
LAUNCHER: I have a paper airplane launcher! Well, I did, before my four-year-old nephew played with it. Well, okay, it wasn't mine, it was my brother's, but I bought it for him, so for the two weeks before I gave it to him, it was mine. I intend to find/build another one beforehand. Participants will be allowed to play with said airplane launcher as long as they show that they have clean hands and a clean soul. (It should be noted that if I do built this launcher, it shall be of poor quality and may take your eye out. FYI. --note to self, bring waivers.)
TREATS: There shall be treats! I shall take care of it. I'm not sure we can bring treats to those rooms, so shhhh - it's a secret!
PRIZES: There shall also be prizes! Composed mostly of random things I no longer want in my house (possibly a cat), the prizes shall be awarded as the moderator sees fit.
After this lovely, undoubtedly well-attended event, we'll all trek over to join parties. Because that will be awesome.
Questions? That means you're paying attention! Good for you. Feel free to ask them, but I might not answer. It's all about learning to enjoy the mystery.
Perhaps it would be best to think of this not as a contest, but rather as an hour of fun, laughter, unfair judging and tasty treats. I promise fun! See you then!