Archive for April, 2005

April 27th, 2005

» ‘and one more for the road’

Well, everyone’s rocking it on the book titles, and it was lots of fun for me personally, so I’ve decided to resurrect the same-themed lyrics game, where you randomize your playlist and post lyrics from the first x songs, and everyone guesses the song.

This too will probably not take you long, but maybe it’ll last longer than five minutes. Also, no one but Steph’s allowed to guess the first one or there will likely be murder. ;) And no cheating!

ETA: I’ve decided I’ll put up links for the tough ones (and hence the ones people probably don’t know) in case anyone’s interested in hearing them. Except the one whose copyright I actually respect. *g*

ETA (again): I’ve added some more lines in on the songs I think people should be getting but aren’t. And I’ve added a few links for ones people haven’t guessed, ’cause they expire in 7 days, so. This is really my last update before I leave. Really. Y’all have ’till next week to figure the rest out, if you’re so inclined. :D Enjoy!

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April 26th, 2005

» to keep you occupied

This looked fun:

Post the first sentence of ten of your favorite books, and see if your friends can figure out what those books are.

And it was, though I think less than half of them are obvious, even to people who’ve read the books. And I had a really hard time picking books, especially since I wasn’t at home where I could see my shelf. So I just went for a variety of what I can recall recommending to people lately.

So fun for me, impossible for you. You have twelve days. Go!

  1. She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance. The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje
  2. My suffering left me sad and gloomy. Life of Pi, Yann Martel
  3. May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
  4. For a man of his age, fifty-two, divorced, he has, to his mind, solved the problem of sex rather well.
  5. Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge. The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood
  6. Shadow had done three years in prison. American Gods, Neil Gaiman
  7. “Your grandfather,” said Vanyel’s brawny, fifteen-year-old cousin Radevel, “was crazy.” Magic’s Pawn, Mercedes Lackey
  8. Imagine a ruin so strange it must never have happened. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
  9. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
  10. This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.

April 25th, 2005

» sunny Florida

I had another lovely weekend.

Today was grey and frigid and full of rain; I’m not sure what the rest of the week holds, but I suspect it will be chillier than that little stretch of paradise we had recently. Which is all fine by me, because this Friday I’m off to spend a week in Tampa. I’ll be utterly without internet access, so this place promises to become a hotbed of online poker ads. Enjoy them, darlings. I’ll (hopefully) catch you the second week in May.

April 19th, 2005

» ‘the corner of your lips’

I had a nice weekend. A really, really nice weekend.

That is all.

April 14th, 2005

» ‘and I was breathing gasoline’

I had a dream last night that I was in quite a strange class with a horrid teacher. We were split into groups and made to do presentations where we pretended we were people from the future. And as people from the future? We sang impromptu songs about discovering vegetables from the past.

And there was a dog in the classroom, and as everyone knows that dogs are cute and so will give you a better grade I began singing to the dog about this strange thing we had discovered. This thing called broccoli. Only because we didn’t really know what it was? I pronounced it brah-so-lee. To demonstrate that we were from the future.