The pun-tastic entry in question: “The drug dealer claimed selling mushrooms was merely him trading fungible goods.”
I received an e-mail last night from Gina Tenorio, the president of the Inland Southern California Professional chapter of the Society of Professional Journalists. Layoffs at Southern California papers have reached the point where the chapter can’t effectively run the contest and they didn’t want to run a contest with an expensive entry fee in light of everyone’s economic outlook this year.
(For the record, I would be happy with foregoing the rubber chicken dinner at the Riverside Marriott and just mailing out the awards, but I can’t argue with the logic otherwise.)
A grim sign of the times.