well, it's been a hell of an autumn, cheres.  actually, it just plain sucked.  even in a tiara.

but now, it's wintertime.  beautifully cold and sparkly.  tinsel, champagne, all that jazz.  fah-bu-lous.

so.  time for a new contest.

only, we confess... we've been so busy trying to find the pony in all this horseshit that somehow neither moxie nor blue has one single brain cell left to come up with a contest idea.  but there must be one.  honey, we need a laugh so badly we'd kiss peewee herman full on the mouth were he to tell us a knock-knock joke.

so that's the contest.  it's a contest to think up a contest.  the best idea for generating art, love, and funneh WINS.  go to it, beautiful ones.  there's no deadline... just, for the love of god, hurry!