(Here’s the link to the video of the Fanny Bank, with halting commentary by the Empress, who’s also filming; the link wouldn’t work within the photo caption.)
Hi, everyone. I’ve been digging through the Style Invitational’s deep archives lately while scouting out material for my latest little Share The Invite effort, a Facebook page called Style Invitational Ink of the Day. If you have a Facebook account and click “Like” at the top of that page, every morning thereafter your news feed will be graced with a single (usually) gem from some contest, old or recent; each post is accompanied by a link to the index at washingtonpost.com/styleinvitational. My hope is that people will click “share” and pass the joke along, and that eventually people unfamiliar with the Invite will check out the current contest. So far, with 92 “likes,” we’re not exactly viral — we don’t even have a sniffle — but it’s fun to spotlight great Invite humor in any case, and who knows? Forty of those 92 people are not my Facebook “friends,” so I do think it’s getting around. (I also tweet a link to this page; my Twitter handle is PatMyersTWP .)
Anyway, it was in one of those strolls through the Master Contest List where I came across what in 2002 was numbered “Week CV” (you don’t want to know) but is actually Week 438. Looking at the results posted four weeks later (Elden Carnahan has a handy link right there!), I noticed that many of the names were for people who were more likely to be in the news then than now — including, in today’s examples, Paula Zahn and Liz Phair, along with Drew Bledsoe and Juanita Kreps. Which, to me, says: Give it another go.
Do try to find out how the person’s name is pronounced, more or less, okay? Puns are about sound.
More naming rites: The results of Week 1009
The Week 1009 contest was a second-timer as well. The first time around, in fact, the winner of Week VIII (April 2000) went on to be named by the Czar in 2003 as the best Invite entry ever:
Monica Lewinsky: Well, I was, like, a woman, y’know. William was, y’know, like, a man. So I’m, like, so lonely. Willie is, like, well, Willie. Anyway, a wink, some skin, “lookie lookie,” we make some nookie. Willie says, “Nice melons.” I mean, like, wow! Willie was mine, I was Willie’s. No one knew! So I’m, like, seein’ Willie, only slyly. Anyways, I’m, like, callin’ Lin. So we yak ’n’ yak. I’m like, well, me ’n’ Willie, y’know? Lin’s like, “Wow, Willie?” So I say, “Yes, Willie.”
Anyway, now Lin knows. Once I was, like, “Lin, is a click on my line?” Lin says, “A click? No.” Well, as we all know now, a click WAS on my line. Now, Ken comes in. Now I’m, like, NEWS! Monica mania! I’m, like, a mess. Ken is, like, so asinine. Ken was on a mission. Ken is, like, soooooo my enemy! Lin was so sneaky. Lin is a swine. Oink oink. Willie? Well, I say Slick Willie will owe someone some alimony. Me? Well, now I’m, like, a well-known woman. Now I can make me some money. Way cool. Awesome. (Richard Grossman, McLean)