“Why bother? You’ll never win.” That’s what I keep saying to myself after buying lottery tickets, entering sweepstakes for money, giveaways for sports and fan paraphernalia, seeking literary and photography awards, prizes from other cockamamie contests found on the Internet or sent to me as junk mail, etc.
However, I did win a photo contest recently, which was quite uplifting for once, giving me encouragement that my work doesn’t suck that bad after all. Here’s the winning photo entered at the DRCC Monthly Photo Contest:
I’d like to thank Trevor Taylor and Patty Beaman, two of my loyal followers, for offering their congratulations, along with the good folks at DRCC, who sent me a $25 gift card from B&H Photo, a nifty DRCC polo shirt, sundry pins, pens and tokens from their organization, including a handful of wrapped, delicious chocolate candy which was gobbled up by the end of the day I received the morsels in the mail.
The contests that irk me the most are those found on Social Media which read, “Follow and Retweet” or “Share to Win” whatever freebee they’re offering to give away. I’ve stopped doing it, period. Not only is it annoying for me to see it on my timeline by those of whom I follow, but I’m sure it’s annoying for them as well to see it all the time on their news-feeds by others.
Never have, or never will I win something from that type of competition. It’s all a nuisance, a ploy to get more followers and exposure on the part of the contest-holders.
I wonder, how do they pick the winner anyway? Methinks it’s fixed, seemingly always to be a good-looking girl, or a fashionable guy who takes home the prize.
Another photo contest struck my fancy: the “Delaware River Means Beauty” contest, which I just entered today with the following picture and inscription:
The Delaware River has always been spiritual for me. While at Bristol Basin Park, Bristol, PA—also known as Lions Park—at the terminus (or beginning) of the former Delaware Canal, I spotted this basket stuck on the rocks at low tide, reminding me of the bible story about Moses, and also about the tale of Romulus and Remus at the foot of Palatine Hill prior to the establishment of Rome. I checked inside to make sure it was empty and found just a leaf.
If you feel so inclined, I would appreciate your clicking here to vote for my entry.
Then there’s Publishers Clearing House (PCH) Sweepstakes. Since the last time I complained about it in this journal, which was two weeks ago, the conglomerate informed me through the mail that I had sent in 31 entries to them during this past year.
If I wanted to keep my SuperPrize Number: XXX XXX 0215, and not release it to the alternate owner who had sent in 29 entries during the same period, I had to lick some more stickers and place them on yet another entry form to be mailed and received by PCH on, or before, February 23rd.
Afterwards I’ve received separate correspondences, listing me on their President’s Loyalty List, Final Winner Selection List, Imminent Winner Selection List, Declaration of Entitlement List, Sworn Statement of Final Winner Selection List; received my schedule of delivery by the Prize Patrol, should I hold the winning SuperPrize Number; got my Owner Papers, another Report of Progress, and Inside Information for Prize Day, all requiring my licking more stickers, signing, sealing, stamping with postage, and mailing each return envelope with enclosed entry form to be received by PHC before the final deadline, while ordering something from their vast assortment of bric-a-brac occasionally along the way.
That’s probably why they continually send out more packets filled with flyers. Like a nincompoop, I’ve spent close to $20.00 in postage and about $200.00 for merchandise since the beginning of this wanton insanity, all for the desire of winning something, anything.
Before DRCC’s prizes, the only items I had ever won in a contest were a chocolate cake and a small replica of Michelangelo’s Pietà from a church raffle. That was when I was in grammar school!
Wait a minute; I take that back. The t-shirt in the following photo was graciously awarded to me by The Rolling Stones during one of their Twitter giveaways. I still wear it proudly.
OK, so I backslid on my New Year’s resolution about not complaining so much. You have to admit I’ve been good thus far this year, making it to almost the middle of February before lashing out with a major tirade.
Thanks, as always, for your stopping by to visit, and for your continued support. Again, please vote for my entry in the latest attempt to win something by clicking here.
Happy Mardi Gras in advance. In honor of that, allow me to share a cover I made last year for Fat Tuesday:
Received this today. Tempted to throw it out, but will send back the enclosed form. The giveaway is nine days away. Guaranteed, if I don’t win this, any future correspondences will end up in the trash!