rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Stupid Up-at-the-Wrong-Time Update



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...
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.
Get your own Twelve Days:



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...
Twelve spiritrovers sleeping
Eleven dan_erats traveling
Ten mobleys a-hacking
Nine 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.
Get your own Twelve Days:




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.
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