Rules:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five some other people to do the same.
(drum roll) And now, for your reading pleasure, sentence number five:
This puzzles me.
But check out sentence number six, don’t you wish she’d asked me for this one instead?
How can one go through one's entire adolescence without once saying: Hey hey hey, don't get didactic with *me*, motherfucker!
Hmmmm... who to tag, who to tag... Let’s start with Pearl and Yllojkt, since most bloggers I know don’t read them yet. SheSneezes must be selected, because I love her dearly irl and she is a helluva writer, dealing with some way important stuff. Drunken Orangetree is another talented wordsmith and generally witty guy, besides once being my professor, but I’m not sure how long he’s been blogging. You’ve got 23 posts, right? I would tag his wife, Mrs Fanny Assingham, also an inspired molder of my young mind, but I’m entirely certain that she does not yet have posts in the double digits. Next time. Last but certainly not least, the lovely and talented Blindsay at Life During Wartime, a pearl of a girl and a Hootenanny Virtuoso to boot.
Now, read that post down there. It's better.
well don't look at me, i'm just the messenger. but I like this puzzles me. mine almost was "sigh." but i found I'd miscounted, alas.
Posted by: e | September 22, 2005 at 04:26 AM
Wonder of wonders, I had, easily, 23 posts back in August. But the 23rd has only 3 sentences. Here is the third sentence, since you sorta asked:
"This is indeed the age of miracles and wonders."
Which is, you gotta admit, an upbeat, Paul Simon-ish Graceland-ish way to start the day. Every body sing:
This is the age of miracles and wonders
This is the long-distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we something something something
The way we something a distant constellation
That's dying in the corner of the sky
And something something something something
something
And don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry
I've got a soft spot for Paul, but he's no Walt Whitman.
Posted by: fanny | September 22, 2005 at 11:40 AM
I'll play along, mostly because I think I can work something kinda clever out of it. I just posted, but I will work something up this weekend.
Posted by: yellojkt | September 22, 2005 at 06:22 PM
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Posted by: greengooglen | June 20, 2008 at 08:20 AM