2017 almost escaped without me posting one of these, but I got it in just under the wire. Of course, I'm talking about the Spot the Movie Titles Contest. If you're not familiar, don't worry, there is no learning curve. You can jump right in and be the winner. The way it works is simple. I've written a rap verse in which I've stuffed chock full o' movie titles. Your job is to guess how many that is. There might only be one. Then again, there could be one hundred one. Count carefully. Post your guess in the comments section below, or tweet it to me @w_ott3. If tweeting, please use #SMTCONTEST.
There is one other, very small rule to the game:
DO NOT POST ANY OF THE MOVIE TITLES YOU SPOT IN YOUR COMMENT.
ONLY POST THE NUMBER OF TITLES YOU THINK THERE ARE IN THE VERSE.
ANYONE VIOLATING THIS RULE WILL BE DISQUALIFIED AND MAY HAVE THEIR COMMENT DELETED.
The reason for this is if you post titles, people behind you will be able to simply build off your work.
In other words, casual conversation about the contest is encouraged, but posting a list of titles is not. To further clarify, this is okay...
"Man, that was tough. I came up with 15."
This is not...
"Man, that was tough. I came up with
Furious 7 Terminator 2 Lethal Weapon 4"
Got it?
Good.
The winner is the person who guesses closes to the number of titles without going over. In the event of a tie, the person who turned their guess in first will be declared the winner.
What the Winner Gets
Free advertising on Dell on Movies on each of my first 7 posts of 2018.
Should the winner be the proud owner of a blog, podcast, youtube channel, etc., I will link to something of yours, of my choosing, every post until the allotted number is filled. I will also tweet those links out. If you win, but don't have one of those things, I'll happily just pimp your twitter handle and choose a tweet of yours to do so for the same time frame.
The winner will be announced in a post revealing all the answers on Saturday, December 30, 2017.
The verse
(purposely leaving out all capitalization)
from the city of god to home on the range things change
spent all the money in the world to see doctor strange
my brain's going sideways got me thinking crime pays
the gods must be crazy - we live in strange days
all the president's men accused of crimes and misdemeanors
like they came from russia with love - i seen this
coming since the campaign - the year of living dangerously
i feel heat they keep 2 guns aimed at me
at least athletes stand and deliver by taking knees
raising a black fist but john q is hating these
men of honor claim disrespect for the flags of our fathers
but by boyz n the hood shot in cold blood they not bothered
'cuz life is beautiful with a slice of american pie
you don't want black rain falling from the vanilla sky
so you try to separate us by the thin blue line
but the paths of mice and men stay intertwined
stop with all that jazz like they divergent
cuz you think pleasantville before colors was pitch perfect
so 9 to 5 you work it try to short circuit my rize
with half true lies but i see the secret in their eyes
their cruel intentions, the speed of their lethal weapon
itchy trigger fingers bringing me high tension
i must mention a traffic stop is surviving the game
if i get out the car chances are i'll be slain
make the broadcast news the anchorman feigning sorrow
my mama praying for a better tomorrow - it follows
the history of the world, part one - more than 12 years a slave
once the people under the stairs of the ship and we been brave
made it to the new world against all odds
whipped and beaten like children of a lesser god
a shame not sharing equally in pain & gain
and to this day i listen to you call me by your name
I got 54, which seems like both too many and not enough.
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly how it's supposed to feel.
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ReplyDeleteCool!
DeleteI love when you do these!
ReplyDeleteI got 60.
Awww...thanks!
DeleteI love your verse! You have diverse writing talents, my friend. I came up with 50...I'm sure I missed some.
ReplyDeleteThanks a bunch!
DeleteI got 58.
ReplyDeleteCool!
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