thus far, part 5
fash & ferly (a suitable name for a ’70s detective drama) had their time in the sun on the final day of this challenge. orson, a dark horse, played a wildcard—or more accurately—a wonder card. he stuck us in his ferly delorean and drove it to the intersection of strange and wonderful. sarah dropped a bucket of fash on us and was able to root out an amusing correlation between fash and flyting for extra credit.
is ferly ferly enough to be ferly? might the confusion between fash-in-the-anxiety-sense and fash-in-the-tops-of-turnips-sense lead to ambiguities in the future? me: i find it hard to get up in the morning on account of an overwhelming amount of fash. my shrink: you should take care not to fall asleep in a turnip silo.
the voting booth is still open for 3.5 hours. i would like to note for the record that when i said that one is only limited by one’s endurance when voting, i was being—as they say—tongue in cheek. you can vote as much as you want though only a single vote every 6 hours is counted. rest assured, there has been no ballot stuffing (yet).
the results show: the current leaders (in alphabostic order): FERLY, FLYABOSTIC, FOURINGS, and FYLLOK (and the next place entry is only 2 votes down!). the write-in leader is: FLOKE-MOWTHEDE (which means “having a mouth like a flounder”).
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i would like to thank liam, my liger breeder for his help with some behind-the-scenes work with word idol. in addition, i would again like to thank the talented word idol contributors—my fellow avant-gardener, my competitive eating coach, my savior, my kid sister’s first suitor, my union rep and kid sister’s second suitor, my wet nurse, my a capella partner, my ex-lover’s ex-lover, my questionable second cousin, my jyotishi, the person who murders my trolls, my mathlete squadronmate, and my kid sister—i was figuratively literally blown away by the figurative literal hotness of their defenses.
