November 10th, 2007

The next Post Of The Week will be announced on Sunday evening.
Please note that nominations for next week cannot be accepted until then.

1. Absolutely Miles Away: Underground Sounds, pt. 2

[nominated by Ani]

“catch yourself back into whatever meaning this holds to you, but know that everyone finds their own secret messages, without reading between the lines”

2. Day of Moustaches: here is something for people reading this at work:

[nominated by asta]

“We are opening paperclips and making them into the shapes of horses. Mine is better than yours. Mine has little hooves, see? Can you make yours gallop across the table and mount mine? Not in a sex way, just in a one-horse-riding-another way?”

3. Emz: ALLSORTS - SRS BZNS

[nominated by Joseph]

“It will come as no surprise to regular readers that this letter evoked a reaction of some hilarity from my father. My brother and I had escaped to the relative safety of our bedrooms in order to avoid the early stages of wrath when he came back to find this monstrous missive, but the roar of disgust from downstairs could be heard from miles away.

‘WHAT! THEY DIDN’T EVEN GIVE ME A REFUND!!!!’”

4. pete.nu: Odourometer

[nominated by Lyle]

“Where you have a choice of toilet cubicles to enter, it would be handy if there was a LED-based panel on each door to let you know what kind of fragrance exists within.”

5. Steakhouse Blues: If you were arrested for kindness …

[nominated by Lyle]

“At the end of the meal the server was all smiles, even though the ladies’ small check had brought her less than half the income she would have seen from a “normal” table of 8. On the way out I collected a kiss on the cheek and hug from each and every dear lady as thanks for their complementary birthday cake–warm gestures that filled my heart more than a pocket of benjamins ever has.”

6. Unreliable Witness: Wake Up

[nominated by mizyake]

“I told you that there was dust everywhere. Simply everywhere. I hadn’t swept for thirty-six hours - or was it thirty-six years? - because what in God’s spitting name was the point? It only came back again, blanketing twice as deadening as before.”