Published March 6th, 2008
I been served
Well, I’ve been tagged for a meme by my soon-to-be-Tarheel sister-in-law. Here are the rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. turn to page 123.
3. find the 5th sentence.
4. post the next 3 sentences.
5. tag 5 people.
There were several books stacked up, so I cheated and picked the one I thought would be the most fun: “Preston Sturges by Preston Sturges.”
Does this mean you post starting with the fifth or the sixth sentence? I pick the sixth:
One of these flashed green to signal the lightning, the other flashed red for the thunder. My red and green signals were picked up by a stagehand sitting way up in the flies with one hand on a big iron thunder-sheet and the other on a knife switch that threw direct current into a sputtering arc for the lighting.
The first time Gus staggered on stage, the coagulated blood from his empty eye sockets waving below his chin, something went a little wrong.
I hate tagging people for memes. I never know who to tag, who doesn’t like being tagged, who will get offended if they aren’t tagged, and who will be offended because I didn’t notice that they already did that same meme two weeks ago. But, the rules are the rules: Art, Stacie, Jennifer, Kristi and Newscoma.



