Before I get to the announcement, I’d like to take a few half hours to ruminate on what it means to be a “Ninja”, and further to that, a ninja of the “Bookish” persuasion. From the earliest days of feudal Japan the ninja… Oh, okay.
In no particular order:
The Effen-vescent Demo Expert Bronwyn Kienapple
Elite Forces’ Lisa “For the Love of” Peet
The Upper North Side’s Literary Mobster Menachem Kaiser
Intel expert Sarah “You can prove anything with Statz” Cords
Heather the Cat Lady
Also joining them, by supra-electoral fiat, will be experienced ‘Ninja Robert “Don’t Do Crack” Wiersema, whom I removed from the voting early on when I realized I wanted to ensure his sour, puckered personality would be there to maintain a tone consistent with the charter of rights and lefts of our great Bookninja nation state, Acerbia.
This whole process was difficult for me, because over the course of several days all the candidates have become like children to me, and each one came very close. Seriously, in some cases those not blogging missed out by under 10 votes. Heartbreaking, I know. But the people have spoken. And there’s always next year. I briefly considered throwing it all to hell and letting everyone blog, but that would just be a mess. It’s already going to be hard to find six sets of matching shackles to bolt to the cinderblock wall in the basement. Speaking of which, winners, van drivers and masked thugs with burlap sacks should be cruising by your places of residence right about….. now.
Winners, contact me with your preferred email addresses for correspondence and your home addresses and shirt sizes for SCHWAG. Once I get back from Ireland and I see you haven’t burned the place down, I’ll send you some shit.