I am having a contest. The prize is one dog-eared, unbound copy of my novel-in-progress, "Starving in the Company of Beautiful Women," replete with my proofreader's marks and coffee stains to show my inner torment. It may be worth something some day. Probably not, but heck. Why not. To win, do one of these three:
1. Get my video page ( http://www.kittyfeet.com/jp.htm ) somehow listed in one of the billions of "site of the day/week/month" things, and actually increase traffic to my web site.
OR
2. Write a short essay on "Why Michael Dean is a groovy, creative and humble cat."
OR
3. Help me find a way to make money at art. (I hate my job. all of them. well, I like them, as jobs go, but I really would rather sleep late and do art all the time.)
Thanks. Applicants, supplicants and winners will be posted.
LAURALOHA was the winner, but the loser is:
Michael Dean, do the world a favor, and drop off the edge of the coast. Your music, and arroggance, on the net is a discrace to the muse of the soul--MUSIC-of which you have no clue what it is. YOU SUCK. GET LOST.