rejectomorph | Stupid Up-at-the-Wrong-Time Update

If you've disabled LJ-cuts you're seeing this and have nobody but yourself to blame.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,

flying_blind sent to me...

Twelve bats drumming

Eleven limericks piping

Ten streets a-leaping

Nine storms dancing

Eight bionomics a-milking

Seven cities a-swimming

Six maps a-laying

Five fo-o-o-oo fighters

Four wallace stevens

Three howard hawks

Two miles davis

...and an agoraphobia in an eric satie.

But why the hell are we sending ourselves stuff? I think maybe we're supposed to put in somebody else's user name (preferably somebody with a lot of odd things on their interests list), but the way the thing is set up doesn't make that clear.

Half-baked meme, I'd say. Most are.

I do enjoy the opening line of mine, though. Heh. Drumming bats. That's much better than

brad's:

On the twelfth day of Christmas,

brad sent to me...

Twelve

spiritrovers sleeping

Eleven

dan_erats traveling

Ten

mobleys a-hacking

Nine friends biking

Eight mp3s a-programming

Seven dvds a-swimming

Six linguistics a-networking

Five co-o-o-omputers

Four trees

Three emacs

Two movies

...and a night in a frisbee.

Still wet and gray. I'm peeved that I'm sleeping through so much of it. I wait all year for the gray afternoons, and I hate to miss them this way. I'd better get some damned good dreams to make up for it!

Screw spellchecking.