I quite enjoyed the books, and while I’m eager to see the movie the Edward/ Bella posters creep me out too. I much prefer the bad guy posters, they actually look human. . .
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From Creepy Stupid
I’m finally catching up on my blog rounds after five days of little to no Internet access, and saw that I’d been tagged by Nicole.
Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Herein Be The Rules For Yon Meme!
*fanfare by pretty boys in tights and those tunics with the long, fluttery sleeves*
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas…
5. Tag five people to do the same.
OK, this is a bit tricky. The first 10 posts to this blog are closed entries as Sarah and I futzed around with the template and the inner workings of ExpressionEngine.
(One of the closed entries does contain a bit I’m particularly proud to have written; to wit: “On your knees, foolish mortals! I am the mysterious sloe-eyed Chinkie in the top left corner, and I have powers beyond your ken!")
(No, I won’t give the context to that. It’s funnier that way. Go ahead and guess what I was talking about, if you’re so inclined.)
Anyway, I’ll do the 23rd and 33rd entries, just because I’m feeling loquacious today.
The fifth sentence for Entry Number 23 (ignoring the bulleted list) is: “Hey Sarah, are you having a romance novel day?”
This was back when most of the people visiting this site were looking for trashy and/or Dominican bitches. That entry was my sad, sad attempt to drop Google a big old hint as to what our site was about. I guess that would qualify as a hidden agenda.
Entry Number 33 is a classic: PBW foamed at the mouth about reviewers, and I foamed right back. Big old rabid foam party, that entry. And sentence number 5? Well, it makes me snicker a bit: “And then right around paragraph 8, she starts losing it.”
Hey, it only takes me about 3 sentences before I start losing it. And no hidden agenda or subliminal meaning in that entry that I can see. Subtlety, thy name is not Candy.
As for five people to tag… Hmm.
Doug, Kate, Lilith, Bam and Stephen.
Tag has been registered and blogged upon. Tee hee… am no longer a meme virgin. It was good for me. Thanks, Candy. *wicked grin*
This looks like a fun one. I promise I’ll get to this tonight ;o)
I can’t understand why Entry 33 didn’t incite some 200 comments, though. ;-)
Mine’s up. Oh, is it up.
How did I miss that entry originally? It cracked me up. This line made me nearly wet my pants:
“I LOVED THIS BOOK! FIVE STARS ALL THE WAY! THIS AUTHOR DESERVES ORAL SEX WHILE BEING FED CHOCOLATE-DIPPED STRAWBERRIES BY HOT SHIRTLESS TENNIS PLAYERS INTO PERPETUITY FOR WRITING THIS GEM! A+++!”
I’m suprised you didn’t get a bunch of PBW fangirls defending her honor. Lucky you. In fact, it’s strange that it got no comments. Are you sure you posted this? Because I would have been all about this entry.
It got no comments because nobody was reading us at that point in time except people Googling for “slutty bookworm bitches.”
*tiny violins wailing in the background*
I don’t think we got regular visitors of any sort until mid-March, at which point our readership kind of exploded exponentially, and out of nowhere.
I wasn’t tagged, but I had to look and see what my 23rd post/5th line was anyway. And I love it.
AAAAhahahahahaha!!!
Now that just about says it all about me, don’t you think?
OK, I’ve done my bit. If only I had read the comments here first I would have tagged Miss Amelia Elias just to see what all the fuss was about, but I’m afraid that I didn’t.
10.06.05 at 01:15 PM |