Thanks to Chickenhat

Aug. 3rd, 2005 at 12:25 AM

1. Leave a comment to this post and I'll make up something. About you, most likely.
2. I'll tell you what song/non-song reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick an outfit for you to wear to my coronation.
4. I'll say something that you won't hear. Then I will type something else.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something as a limerick and request that your answer be a haiku.
8. (Optional) Post this or some variation on your journal.

Comments

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dragonfly1867

Aug. 3rd, 2005 05:00 am (UTC)

I think this is my favorite meme ever

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koralleen

Aug. 4th, 2005 05:41 am (UTC)

When I was a kid there was a girl named Donna in my Girl Scout troop. Now everyone I meet with that name gets conflated in my mind with her: they automatically have shoulder-length brown hair, a nice singing voice, and a rabbit named Teresa who has free reign over the house.
Non-song, an artifact: chatelaine
Boys. Gah!
Hazy, but it was probably my envy over your great Dorrie finds. Although I also remember a long-ago eBay bookboard entry of yours about Roma when travellers were in the news for some reason.
kangaroo rat
Last week I actually pressed
A shirt so that I'd look well-dressed
Below, please record:
Where's your ironing board?
What a flat-out prosaic request...

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(Anonymous)

Aug. 4th, 2005 02:12 pm (UTC)

draped with clean clothing
in the darkness ghostly shapes
scare my two daughters

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dragonfly1867

Aug. 4th, 2005 02:13 pm (UTC)

that would be me. Every single morning I forget I have to sign in first. I read my friends page and think hmm, no one must be up yet. And then I realize I am not seeing any locked entries.

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ednoria

Aug. 3rd, 2005 11:23 am (UTC)

Coronation outfits sound much better than jello.

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koralleen

Aug. 4th, 2005 07:00 am (UTC)

The knowledge that her first three wishes would be granted filled her days with unease. Avoiding talk of sausages was paramount of course. Details were never revealed, but the magical interlude passed with only a slight ding on the mantle as proof that it happened at all. "A fitfully-hurled tempeh cake," was her only explanation, delivered with such mournful resignation as to repel further inquiry.
Barbara Manatee
Needs different shoes, but this is close.
I have a balloon story for you.
Edie, the best girl in the world, referred to the evil clones a few times but I didn't figure out that was you until much later. One thing I think you had a hand in was a giant scoop of chocolate butter delivered to Chris Welsh at a Wunderland event.
pike
My hat hasn't three corners on it
It is not a tricorn bonnet
Knowing only that,
Do you like my hat?
Screw the haiku; just whip out a sonnet.

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ednoria

Aug. 4th, 2005 05:52 pm (UTC)

If I liked your hat
Do you think I would say so?
Someone might hear me.

And a sonnet I whipped out from http://www.sonnets.org, by William Cullen Bryant:

Midsummer
A power is on the earth and in the air
From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid,
And shelters him, in nooks of deepest shade,
From the hot steam and from the fiery glare.
Look forth upon the earth--her thousand plants
Are smitten; even the dark sun-loving maize
Faints in the field beneath the torrid blaze;
The herd beside the shaded fountain pants;
For life is driven from all the landscape brown;
The bird has sought his tree, the snake his den,
The trout floats dead in the hot stream, and men
Drop by the sun-stroke in the populous town;
As if the Day of Fire had dawned, and sent
Its deadly breath into the firmament.

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chickenhat

Aug. 3rd, 2005 01:08 pm (UTC)

*snerk*
'kay, but I'm not wearing jello, or pudding, to your coronation.

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koralleen

Aug. 4th, 2005 10:42 pm (UTC)

Once I saw chickenhat pawing through a tin of spare change and he looked like a kid who thinks he might find a special coin worth thousands of dollars, even though he doesn't have a clue in the world what that special coin might look like. Still he is looking at every one and then the bucket spills before he's done so he starts all over after cursing spectacularly. You feel confident that he will find something cool, even if it probably won't end up being a coin worth thousands of dollars. But it may be!
Teddy Bears' Picnic
You may want to substitute a more forgiving fabric; there will probably be dancing after the ceremony.
Plunk your magic twanger, froggy!
It must have been at a reception night, but my favorite long-ago memory is of moving you out of Dave's old house into an apartment. I just hate moving: the details, the packing, the planning, the upheaval--a few of us knocked on your door that morning and nothing. Then we knocked again. Nothing. Turns out the door was open, so we walked in and you were sort of RECLINING in a BATHROBE and said something like, "Oh great, I think I have some boxes we can use downstairs," and you were not anything close to AGITATED and I thought, "What is WRONG with some people?!" I'm much calmer now, thank you.
golden tamarind
While pedaling, though the sky be afire
All is well; you could not be much drier
But as soon as you stop
How those droplets do drop
Name your favorite spot to perspire.

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chickenhat

Aug. 5th, 2005 03:59 am (UTC)

Sunny days suck mud,
Bring on the rain and the snow.
Oops, I dropped the soap.

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lavidamd

Aug. 3rd, 2005 01:14 pm (UTC)

Memories

I remember when your office was over on the other hallway. I don't quite remember the first day I met you, though. I guess I just timidly asked about buying a Coca-Cola.

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koralleen

Aug. 5th, 2005 08:44 pm (UTC)

Re: Memories

I'm not making this up: lavidamd enjoys vacationing with her mom. She told me so. I aspire to be a mom my grown kids like to vacation with, but am ultimately disheartened by the unlikelihood.
Slavek Hanzlik's Bohemian Concerto
It's not my job that I love so much, but the glorious map of Maryland in my office. Sometimes I come in on the weekends just to spend more time with it.
We might not have met if the campus hadn't entered that Pepsi contract. Imagine! I certainly would never have found your lj name otherwise.
sandhill crane
I sense you are not one to shirk
But I'm certain your boss will not lurk
So tattle away
Right here on lj
What's the most fun you've had while at work?