part one of my weekend spam
3/30/07 09:07 pm1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.
so here it is!
No one wanted the folks in ward 271 to get loose, to get to the center of the station.
That's Barry B. Longyear, Bi-Frost Crossing, a short story from a collection called Future Wars
I tag you guys, if you feel like doing it, or this isn't the fivehundreth time you've been tagged--
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3/31/07 03:12 am (UTC)She looked puzzled. "Oh. Would you like a hot dog instead of the sandwich I just made?"
He reached into the refrigerator, sliding the raw Oscar Mayer wiener from the pack. He took a bite. "No, just like this. As an appetizer." He smiled, causing the white whiskers of his mustache to twitch as he chewed.
I liked him.
So. Yeah. Weird. Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs. Why couldn't i have dragged some Pratchette in here?
:)
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3/31/07 04:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
3/31/07 04:51 am (UTC)*smoooch*
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4/12/07 05:50 am (UTC)Because it's YOURS. :) Lol! The one I printed out of all your wonderful stories. Anyway.
To answer: (And, page 23 was "The Talented Miss Ripley." )
"She's got her own room at Mom and Dad's," he cut in and groaned inside. Why the hell wouldn't she just give up?
"Sure, but only because you sleep in the barn! If you lived here, you could get up at a reasonable hour and...you'd have company."
She gave him a smile that he was pretty certain was meant to be seductive, but just kind of came off as a frightening leer, especially with plumes of smoke leaking from her nostrils.
*beams*
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4/12/07 06:32 am (UTC)Sadly Roxy exploded 'cause her head got too big. We believe massive infusions of porn and chocolate will bring her around again.
Roxy's Muse
*HUG* you're too good for me! *G*