And the winner is…(it's all about balls)

Well that was another rousing round of What the @#$% is that? with several of your guesses making me giggle, and some just making me glad you don’t know where I live.

In case you missed it, here’s the mystery object from Friday's game:
In order to identify it for you, I'll share the conversation that took place when I found the object on the kitchen counter.

Me: What is this?

Pythagoras: It’s a transverse colon.

Me: I see. And why is it on the kitchen counter?

Pythagoras: Because I had to move it to get to the pyloric sphincter.

Since that was clearly the only explanation required, he wandered outside, possibly to bury a dead body in the backyard.

For those of you who are curious, this is where the transverse colon came from:

I’d like to say the whole thing would be less weird if you knew what Pythagoras does for a living, but it really wouldn’t.

Nevertheless, it’s time to pick a winner. I’ve gotten the feeling you guys tune in more for the winner selection process than for the actual contests. If you’ve missed some of the previous ones, go here and here.

For this round, I started off by creating a list of all the entries, making sure to double up for those of you who earned extras from Thursday’s blog.

Then I gathered up a whole lot of balls.

Balls, balls, everywhere balls.

Every ball got a number that corresponded to a name on the list.

To see how things unfolded from there, you’ll have to watch the video below. You might want to turn up your sound a bit to compensate for the windy conditions and the fact that my camera sucks. Alternately, you can go straight to YouTube and watch it there, since the quality is sometimes better.

So congratulations to Danica Avet, a regular blog commenter, and author of paranormal and contemporary romance with a touch of Cajun spice! Danica, email me (address is in the sidebar at right) with your address and I’ll get your bounty of writer snacks out to you right away!

Thanks so much to all of you for playing! We’ll do it again the next time Pythagoras leaves something weird lying around the house.

Scratch that. We’ll do it again in a month or two.