Winners of the Mr. Men/Little Miss and Noddy promotional packs
Monday, March 31st, 2008
Last week I asked folks if they wanted to win some Mr. Men/Little Miss and Noddy promotional items, and the answer was a resounding, “Yes!”
Sixty-five yeses, in fact. (Although the first comment was apparently an old friend of Ty’s trying to find him. Are you hiding, Ty? Maybe she just didn’t want to admit that she’s always wanted a Mr. Men luggage tag.)
Let’s face it: Free stuff rocks. Especially cute free stuff featuring characters your kids love. And with 65 entries for 5 prize packs, that means that your odds of winning were 1 in 13 (not bad). It’s not the Publisher’s Clearing House, but at least your odds of winning were a lot better.
Anyway! The random number generator has spoken, er, generated. Our contest winners are commenters number 4, 11, 58, 29, and 38! Hooray!
Oh, did you want to know who those were? Picky, picky. Okay, that’s ~moe~, virginia, RAN, desi, and DW! If one of those people is you, please check your email—I’ve sent you a confirmation and need you to respond with a mailing address so that Ty’s can get your prize out to you. You’ll each receive the Mr. Men and Little miss luggage tags, a Noddy keychain puzzle, and a Noddy pen.
Thanks to everyone who played! Don’t forget that there’s new merchandise being added to the Noddy and Mr. Men/Little Miss stores at Ty’s, so check back often.
And who knows… maybe we’ll have another contest here. I could get used to giving out cool stuff—I sort of feel like Santa Claus. Ho, ho, ho!
Stop looking at me like that.
In the age of Netflix and OnDemand and YouTube and Hulu and gigantic home theater systems, movie theaters sometimes have to get creative to keep you coming in and spending your dollars. At least, that’s what I hear.
There’s no real reason for me to bring up this story, except that it made me laugh, and also I suppose there’s a lesson in here about genres and writers’ abilities (or lack thereof) to switch gears.
It was just a couple of weeks ago when I mentioned that 
Really, I think that’s something of an oxymoron; have you been inside the bedroom of a small boy, recently? Aren’t they, by definition, alien hangouts? Oh, maybe that’s just my small boy’s room, what with the socks of dubious origin (and fragrance) and clutter of Lego creations….
The year was 1993. Um, I think. It was a long time ago, you know. Anyway. I was a young, idealistic graduate student. I played my They Might Be Giants cassette tapes (yes, cassette tapes—my dinosaur often fetched them for me) over and over while studying or cooking myself some delicious Ramen noodles for dinner.
Every now and then I come across a press release that gets me all jazzed, sort of happy and optimistic and “that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” (Believe me, I read a lot of press releases. It doesn’t happen all that often. The more common reaction is “Wait… what? Why? Oh, for crying out loud….”)
It started up months ago—amidst doubts and some industry criticism— but yesterday the oddly-named