the sitch is that you pick up the nearest book, open it to page 56, and type out the fifth sentence on the page.
and let me tell you, if i owned any books with more than 20 pages, i totally would!
so, see ya.
i kid, i kid. shorty is a fit bird. she has a cool tattoo and is a military wife (from what i gather anyway – correct me if i’m wrong), which is why i’m going to participate in this, my
last.
tag.
ever.
forever? forever ever? forever ever ever?
yes.
which just happens to be my 190th post. coincidence? i think yes! total coincidence. well anyhoohah, here goes:
The rules are: Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences...The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!!
whoa, whoa, i got it. no need to get all CAPSy on me.
the book that’s closest to me is eats, shoots and leaves by lynne truss. it’s about punctuation. i’m one of the nerdiest people alive.
Bill Walsh’s charmingly titled book Lapsing into a Comma (Walsh is a copy desk chief at The Washington Post) explains that while many American newspapers prefer “Connors’ forehand”, his own preference is for “Connors’s forehand” – “and I’m happy to be working for a newspaper that feels the same way I do.”that’s all i’m going to say because this book is printed on small paper and even that sentence goes well over into the next page.
and for the record, when i saw the book title, “lapsing into a comma” i totally giggled out loud.
i pass this onto my five worst updaters in the authoritative experts section over yonder -->
tiff at tiffany&chris
jac at e4ellenberger and jacqueanne
alex at amy alexandrea
beckie at just the three of us
shauna at CBOX
happy weekend, party people.
2 comments:
Haha! Love this meme. I have wanted to get my hands on Eats, Shoots and Leaves for ages.
I'm at teh BYU library when i read this adn i had an anxiety attack over trying to figure out which of the thousand of books are closest to me. Then I realized.... She didn't even pass this on to me. Anxiety attack gone.
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