If you've disabled LJ-cuts you're seeing this and have nobody but yourself to blame.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, 
flying_blind sent to me...
flying_blind sent to me...Twelve bats drumming
Eleven limericks piping
Ten streets a-leaping
Nine storms dancing
Eight bionomics a-milking
Seven cities a-swimming
Six maps a-laying
Five fo-o-o-oo fighters
Four wallace stevens
Three howard hawks
Two miles davis
...and an agoraphobia in an eric satie.
But why the hell are we sending ourselves stuff? I think maybe we're supposed to put in somebody else's user name (preferably somebody with a lot of odd things on their interests list), but the way the thing is set up doesn't make that clear.
Half-baked meme, I'd say. Most are.
I do enjoy the opening line of mine, though. Heh. Drumming bats. That's much better than
brad's:On the twelfth day of Christmas, brad sent to me...
brad sent to me...Twelve spiritrovers sleeping
spiritrovers sleepingEleven dan_erats traveling
dan_erats travelingTen mobleys a-hacking
mobleys a-hackingNine friends biking
Eight mp3s a-programming
Seven dvds a-swimming
Six linguistics a-networking
Five co-o-o-omputers
Four trees
Three emacs
Two movies
...and a night in a frisbee.
Still wet and gray. I'm peeved that I'm sleeping through so much of it. I wait all year for the gray afternoons, and I hate to miss them this way. I'd better get some damned good dreams to make up for it!
Screw spellchecking.
