Addendum
To Whom It May Concern,
Please be advised that there will be no more cookies, ever, unless more entries are received for the Guess Who’s Who competition.
Don’t blame us.
The Management.
Those who dared:
ouaqquwcgk on my confession dkmhwgijnw on random awesomeness Kris on maybe it’s me, but… kaetrin on maybe it’s me, but… Kris on maybe it’s me, but… 
Kris + Books = Good. *Sometimes*. 
Dear Management: Please be advised that I posted two (count 'em: two!) messages in the GoodReads m/m group about your contest. Don't know how much good it'll do, since hardly anybody over there listens to me, but hey, it's something!
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Hey, it's bad enough we've suffered the ego buzzkill of realizing nobody but Tam reads our books…and now you're taking away our cookies?
Will the torments never cease?
(Wren, nobody over there listens to me either. But you know, all the upper rungs of the ladder are taken! *g*)
“aporeck” — Yes, I am.
Management, please be advised if I played, I would bomb since I haven't read these books.
Thx bai.
In my infinite blondeness, I hadn't realized that the sorrowful showing of contestants meant that nobody reads our books.
*Waaah*
Now not only do I need cookies, I need chocolate. And Cherry Garcia ice cream.
Dear Mgmt: If you would extend your contest past Friday US time, I would be most pleased to announce hither and yon.
“In my infinite blondeness, I hadn't realized that the sorrowful showing of contestants meant that nobody reads our books.“
Honey, they've flat-out said so! (My previously infinite blondeness is now limited by gray, so maybe that's why I've noticed. *g*)
DEAR MANAGEMENT–
I SENT MY TOASTER. EFF YOU FOR NOT POSTING MY TOASTER. IT WAS A GIMME. PLUS JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE AS JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE.
IT WAS LATE. SO? POST IT ANYWAY. EVER HEARD OF **ED.NOTE?
LB
PS CAP LOCKS MEANS I REALLY LIKE YOU. A LOT.
Note to Management:
Your strong arm tactics are not appreciated and the lack of cookies has been noted.
BUT Due to a newly diagnosed addiction to both strong arms and cookies, Your competition will be pimped at Sweet Vernal Zephyr on the morrow.
Sincerely, Ms. C. Monster
Dear Management: I would encourage you to extend your deadline in order to take advantage of stumblingintochaos hither-and-yoning. As we all know, that blog is mindsuckalicious and even non-readers read it!
Sweet vernal strong arms is so accommodating, though, isn't she?
KZ – My blondeness would be limited by gray if not for my hair warrior at the salon.
Okay, I guess I better start making up blogger aliases and get my ass in gear.
I'm a good friend KZ. 🙂
KB: It is not necessary to read to play. Go by “he looks like a Bill” (or whatever name). It works.
Hell, I would have gotten it right if you'd done the toaster. Why didn't you do the toaster?
I have not a lick of blonde left (and only did for that 6 months period of my youth) and have gone au naturel, i.e. gray gray gray.
Why do I not understand the toaster?
Gaili. Seriously. Gaili.
Dear management – I have a note from the principal…
And as for the cookies – I dare you!!!
@KZ, Wren
My excuse is that although I have read quite a few of the books – I dont know those people…
As I rearly watch television and dont know alot of modern pop culture superstar – I assume they are TV people..
I am still stuck in the car behind Frank Sinatra..
E.H>
DEAR MANAGEMENT:
WHAT LB SAID – NOT SURE WHAT IT IS BUT IT SOUNDS cool..
Word Veri: worizedh (urban dictionary)
Well crap, I got no blog to pimp your contest on. But I entered … and, and sent cookies and video. What more can I do?
Srsly, no more cookies? *pouts*
Okay, who's not reading the books here?
The toaster? Cover Me? Finn? Halloween? The part I had to tell my daughter about because it was so freaking funny? Sigh.
grish: No clue but it sounds very unappetizing.
Tam. Thank you. I love you. Someone just gave that book one star, so I shall take your comment and snuggle it to my bosom to ease the pain.
Also Justin Timberlake AS Justin Timberlake. Clearly my genius is under appreciated!
Kris–oh can't you post a cookie of JT? I LOVE HIM. **snuggles JT to bosom to ease pain**
wv: govence I like it.
Dear Management: I played. And I have read none of the books – YET. But I plan to. It's hard to fantasize, er, I mean, read without cookies.
Me. Wants. Cookies.
Oh. Damn. I feel so stupid now. (Well, stupider than usual) Toaster COSTUME. I'll guess I have to go re-read that one. I do so read these books, Tam!
Not Justin Timberlake made of found objects, but the real one, right?
LB, your books are definitely better than one star. (Unless maybe it's a supernova. Quality, not quantity?)
I'm smugly basking in being inelegible for scolding since I turned in my guesses already, ha, ha!
Awesome photo, by the way. Jabba the cat?
Bah. On star, schmun star LB. They obviously have no taste. 🙂 Glad I could make the pain go away.
Here, this will make you feel better.
It won't concern me because A I have entered the competition and B there are more places to get cookies *goes straight to Sarah's blog*.
holooto, well this isn't a hoot yet
Dear Management: I second what Chris said, with the hither and yon. *hangs head* I meant to last week but lost my post. *bows* Be kind, we've already established I'm not worthy.
But should the contest go on, I would honor you with blog love to help increase your entries.
And for the record, although I've not read the books, the great authors involved are in my TBR pile, multiple times. 🙂
A cookie strike??
Oh you are CRUEL and EVIL!
*sobbing for cookies*
😦
MsM
lol I posted on Chatting with Joyfully's yahoo group and I twittered the contest. 🙂
That boy is bringing sexy back.
Dear Wren: I will be sure to report the pimpage to Mistress Kris 'n' Good Books as well as your support for the request of an extension to the deadline.
PS – Ms Kris has asked me to tell you that you should know better than to listen to KZ. She says you will know what she means.
Dear KZ: The important people have read your books (ie Tam, Jen and, of course, Kris).
Dear Katiebabs: To not try is to failure. (We apologise if this saying is incorrect, Ms Kris is dictating this and hasn't completely woken up yet.)
Dear Chris: An additional 24 hrs has been granted. Be it on you head.
Dear LB: “PS CAP LOCKS MEANS I REALLY LIKE YOU. A LOT.”
Ms Kris snorted when we read this out to her. We take it you are having us on and are not pleased. Our inclination is to ban you immediately, but Ms Kris says that she likes you and is keeping the toaster picture as a reward for when this current contest ends.
PS – We understand that sexy was back years ago. 😛
Dear Ms C Monster: We note your intention and will be checking to ensure that it is carried out as stated. Ms Kris tells us that she will do a special cookie post just for you. If she ever recovers from this closure.
Dear Tam: “Okay, I guess I better start making up blogger aliases and get my ass in gear.”
Ms Kris says that blogger aliases are a good idea.
Dear EH: We have received said note and in consultation with Ms Kris have allowed it. This one time. And only you. Ms Kris will be in touch shortly about a favour she wants to ask of you.
Dear Lea: Ms Kris says you are trying to pull the wool over her eyes as you have yet to enter. She is 'hmpfing'.
Dear Richelle: Ms Kris checked and you are on her good girls and boys list. You are exempt from the cookie ban.
Dear Patti: Ms Kris commiserates and because she says she is nice will make you exempt from the ban too.
Dear Val: We like you. We would be adding you to The List even without Ms Kris' agreement.
The Management is very lacking in cookies around here. I need to talk to someone in authority.
Dear KT Grant:
We would have thought it was pretty obvious who was in charge.
Yours sincerely,
The Upper Level Minions.
Dear Ingrid: Ms Kris gasped, called you a traitor and said she hopes you are drowning in yaoi recommendations.
She is not happy. Apparently.
Dear Amora: Sine it has been recently established how much you love Ms Kris, she will accept your genuflecting and offer of blog pimpage. She is blowing kisses too.
Dear MsM: “Oh you are CRUEL and EVIL!”
Ms Kris wonders why this is news to you. *We think she is beginning to wake up more. We thought of shutting off her coffee, but our lives come first.*
Dear Jambrea: We appreciate the work you have done pimping the contest as well as you participation in it. *ignoring Ms Kris' grumblings that Twitter is a jinx*
CAP LOCKS DOES NOT FULLY EXPRESS MY OUTRAGE THAT MY TOASTER WAS OVERLOOKED EVEN THOUGH IT WAS LATE BY LIKE, ONLY, YOU KNOW, A DAY OR SO. W/E. OBVIOUSLY THE MANAGEMENT IS ON A WHEAT-FREE KICK AND IS BIASED AGAINST TOAST.
I'm noticing that in some photos JT looks distressingly like Slim Shady. Is it me?
I will do my very best to honor you with proper pimpage.
Dear Management:
How cruel to threaten your beloved friends and readers with an atrocity such as withholding cookies. Shame. Shame. Shame.
Fortunately, I have my own cookies, and my mama taught me to share. ;p
I've got to read that toaster book.
Dear Management:
Sorry, I've not read the books and have not a clue. *hangs head and skulks away*
word veri: riabili (no clue on that either)
Does the Management have a name? Does it have a face? If not, the Management can talk to the Hand.
“grapoke” — Oh, man, another kick in the teeth…uh, dentures. Now Word Veri is making fun of old people having sex. (I should've never mentioned the gray hair.)
Dear The Management – Friday's post has been updated as appropriate. Thank you for your consideration.
Veri: bushick
hee hee
and then I got too excited and mistyped that, so the veri word became: horry
Dear LB: We refuse to take responsibility for Ms Kris' no carbs diet.
Dear Amora: We look forward to judging your attempt.
Dear Eyre: It was a decision made by Our Esteemed Leader in Awesomeness. We are but the messenger. STOP BLAMING US!
*ahem* Please excuse us. It's been a trying start to the day.
Dear Lea: Ms Kris says – and we quote – 'That is no excuse. You could at least try.'
Dear KZ: We thought Ms Kris was exaggerating about you. We were wrong.
Dear Chris: You are welcome. We look forward to receiving more entries through your pimpage.
I'm doing a test here since I'm having blogger issues.
Dear Management, my dog ate my entry. Please forgive him as he didn't know what he was doing. 🙂
Seriously, I didn't play cause my brain has been scrambled lately by RL and the EDJ. I couldn't find a few working brain cells to try and figure it out. Sorry, please forgive me? Pretty please?
I will work on it tomorrow. Now can I have some cookies?
I'd enter but I've read only 3 of the books so I've no clue who most of them are. Sorry!
Ps. I'll turn the oven back on .. i have spies.
Lily: We've just been informed that this blog is now COD. Payment will be given on receipt of entry. *Oh, sorry, Miss Kris.* ALL entries.
Kassa: *slightlycrazedgoldfishstareofvagueickyness*
There!
*pleasedwithselves*
*sigh*
But I'm already here, Jabba!Cat. I have the money, er, pimpage. I pimped you triple…
@Kris
A favour you say….
Should the girls and I be worrried…
** biting my nails in fear***
E.H>
Funny thing with me and deadlines is that I hardly ever get into action before I hear the deadline zoom past me… It's one of my finer qualities. 🙂
*ahum* For the sake of cookies I'll try to be a good girl and do my homework before May 22. *sigh*
*sobs* Not only do I not get cookies,but I find out nobody, has read my books. I'm with Wren and K.Z., some serious pity chocolate is in order.
KZ & Stephani – we need a support group.