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Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} The April Silver Clitoride Awards
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Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 08:10:02 -0400
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It was a dark and stormy evening.  Well, not so much dark as more dreary, 
and the rain was really that sputtery stuff that causes you to keep turning 
the wipers on and off because there just isn't enough for them to do but the 
windshield still collects drips anyway.  And it was cold, not winter cold 
but late spring cold: the kind of day that you would wish for in December 
(unless you were blessed to live in the southern climate of Florida or 
Texas), but only causes whining in May.

I was whining.  I had planned on catching a baseball game, but the weather, 
knowing this, had to turn everything dreary and wet.  I came straight home 
from work, leaving my camera and sweatshirt locked in the car.  suzee came 
home shortly afterward, surprised to see me home.  She tossed her frozen 
dinner into the freezer.

"Well, what do you want for dinner?" she said.  "Pizza or whatever?"

Pizza sounded good to me, but I wondered what else suzee had in mind.  "What 
sort of whatever were you thinking," I asked back.

She shrugged.  "Idunno.  You have any ideas?"

"Pizza?  I only checked because I thought you might have something on your 
mind."

"Not really, but we can go into Ile du Monstres."

"There's the noodle place."

"Okay," she said.  "That sounds good."

We drove to the noodle place.  We ate noodles.  suzee had water.  I had pop. 
  We talked a little.  I gave her kisses to the cheek.  We came home.

As we were gone, the clock ticked away.  No ideas had come to me and it was 
getting late.  I had hoped that the excitement of a well played game would 
leave me charged up and ready to write, but whether the game was well played 
or not, I wasn't there to see it.

Noodles are good, but they just don't stir the creative energy.  I listened 
to the game on radio, which is not the same.  No ideas come to me.  It was 
late and I was tired; I must put something down, I told myself.  The readers 
I serve expect something.

I typed, just putting words onto the screen.  It was not... the usual 
announcement, but I was sure that it would do.

And the winner of the April Silver Clitoride Award is "The Orphanage Blues" 
by Beating Off Bob (http://storiesonline.net/story/48055).

And a thank you to all of the finalists and to all those of you who voted.

Finalists for April:

http://storiesonline.net/story/48026
     Strange Relationships
     by Thinking Horndog

http://storiesonline.net/story/46112
     On a road going nowhere
     by Filmore

http://storiesonline.net/story/47790
     Shasta's Tale
     by colt45

http://storiesonline.net/story/39873
     A Mind Apart - Book II
     by Michael McCallum

http://assm.asstr.org/Year2006/53422
     Tech Support
     by Joris Huysmans

http://storiesonline.net/story/48242
     EMR
     by ShannonQ

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