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30 July 2006 @ 08:00 pm
Blame mcmartin for this one  
  1. Grab the nearest book.
  2. Open the book to page 123.
  3. Find the fifth sentence.
  4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
  5. Seriously, grab the first book you see. Not the most impressive book you see.
    Reaching further back in her memory, Lucia claims to have been "the first person ever on television," though details are hazy. The multimedia star hosted such radio programs as The Encouragement Hour in Kansas City, and Gal about Town, where she extolled "when, where, and what to do in and around Fresno."
    Lucia remains a tremendous fan of the medium. "Radio is great," she says, "for people who don't have a television."
Current Mood: sillysilly
Dansimon_jester on July 31st, 2006 03:17 am (UTC)
The first book I grabbed didn't have any sentences on page 123, and I doubt a bunch of tables from the first edition Dungeon Master's Guide would've been of much interest anyway. So here's the second book I grabbed.

The Head Inquisitor inspected it critically.
"What're those?" he demanded.
"You click them together when you dance," said Wensleydale, a bit defensively.
cholma: Yankee Kepicholma on July 31st, 2006 04:03 am (UTC)
The column was making camp at Ticinum (Pavia) some 95 miles further on, when the news of Ad Castores arrived, probably around the end of the first week in April. This provoked the near mutiny. Claiming that Valens' trickery and foot-dragging had robbed them of any chance to participate in trhe battle, the men refused to wait for orders, set off on a forced march of between 50 and 55 miles, and joined up with Caecina probably in less than 48 hours.

~69 A.D. The Year of Four Emperors, the chapter entitled The War Between Otho And Vitellius
Tygerstormteller on July 31st, 2006 06:42 am (UTC)
What if the first book I see doesn't have that many pages? Oh well, moot.

Looking at this will kill me, Myrrima thought feebly. She fought it, tried to close her eyes and twist away. A groan escaped her, but she stared on, her eyes following that twisted groove along its fearsome course- as towers rose and dreamers dreamed and proud lords made war under a lazy sun- until it all stopped.

Man, that is weird without context.