Meme

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people and post a comment to dame_grise's blog (your tagees will post to mine, etc.) once you've posted your three sentences.
(The last step is the twist, because you don't post to my journal).

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Well, the closest book is my digital camera manual. Page 123 has some instructions in French.

Next closest "book" is a thick Computer Shopper magazine. Page 123 is an ad for a computer.

Next closest book is "Engineer-In-Training Reference Manual", but its pages are numbered chapter-dash-page, so there isn't a page 123.

This kind of meme never works well for me, because the interesting books are never close by. Oh well.

I had a book of poetry closer by last week, but then I moved it. It's got a poem on page 123, but the poem isn't punctuated. I was considering posting part of it, but now I feel uncomfortable with that idea because the person who wrote it is someone on my LJ friends-list, and it's their copyrighted material. So, umm, well. Like I said, this kind of meme never works well for me.


I tag:
sweetprince
andrewducker
alcippe
daddysambiguity
kellineil

(no subject)

I am looking forward to washing the windows in the sunroom today. It feels a bit odd, that I am so eager to get at it. I am glad there is sunshine. Q is all 3 of those things; that's all there is to it. But I have no faith in humans. No faith that anyone else would be any better for me, nor that I could be attracted to anyone else ever again. At least there is some kind of attraction between Q and me.

Oh dang. I ought to go by Forestfen's to install something on her computer for her, and to pick up collard greens... but not till after I wash those windows, or at least as much of them as feel like doing today.