I have been tagged for a meme, by none other than Ricky at Bottle of Blog!
And proudly enough, the book nearest to hand at this moment is...
wait for it...
MY OWN NOVEL! HA! How often does this happen? I can inflict my own stuff on an unsuspecting world, because HE ASKED ME TO!!
Here it is, people. The first three sentences on page 123. It's Margaret, the ghost, babbling on and on as usual.
"I remember a slight taste when I looked at my children as babies, almost remember the smell of their milk, curdled and sour or sweet, how their shit was proud confirmation of the earth from which they sprung, the smell of it loamy and sweet. And that was what I must have remembered. I'm lost."
Yay! *clap clap clap clap clap* And now I'm tagging up, um, lessee.
Pam.
Oh, Lord, loamy poo...I'll never be a parent. I just know it.
Posted by: ricky | May 21, 2005 at 09:37 PM
I just saw Star Wars III, reaffirming my faith that memes walk in the shadow of the dark side.
Posted by: Keith | May 22, 2005 at 08:09 AM
Don't be a wuss! Just do it!
Posted by: Jo | May 22, 2005 at 08:27 AM
Cripes, you sound like a pushy Yoda.
Posted by: Keith | May 22, 2005 at 10:38 AM
A pushy Yoda, I am! Wuss, you may be!
Posted by: Jo | May 22, 2005 at 11:57 AM
But, still, there's no loamy poo in any of the Star Wars movies.
Yoda never threatens Luke with the dark side of the poo.
Though, I did get a big kick out of Yoda in the last movie--about the only ten seconds of enjoyment I got from that lousy movie--again, it was like a frog in a blender with a flashlight. That just made me laugh.
But I've never been able to fear Emporer Palpatine, not since the third movie when he was totally exploded in the new Death Star, after a bunch of blathering about all the crap he had forseen, but, somehow, again, he failed to forsee himself totally exploding on the new Death Star, even though the old Death Star likewise totally exploded.
So, it wasn't even like you needed the force to forsee the Death Star exploding. All you needed was a union card and a friend who got exploded while working on that crazy exhaust hole.
Again, if the Emperor couldn't see that coming, well, what an idiot! What good is the dark forseeing?
It's like living on the Florida Keys and not forseeing hurricanes. What a dark putz.
Sorry about the Star Wars rant. It doesn't have much to do with the poo.
Posted by: ricky | May 22, 2005 at 09:54 PM