Book thing that Krimzon did that I did that I'll do again...
...because it's fun.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.
TIP: You can also press BACKSPACE to see the previous folder, whether or not the toolbar is visible. On the toolbar, click the Up One Level button. The toolbar contains buttons for common tasks.
More of a Windows 95 manual than a book, but it was the closest =P Here's the closest REAL book:
From bowers beyond our view came bursts of song and snatches of lyric harmony, interspersed with faint laughter so delicious that I urged the rowers onward in my eagerness to reach the scene. And the bearded man spoke no word, but watched me as we approached the lily-lined shore. Suddenly a wind blowing from over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent at which I trembled.
H.P. Lovecraft: The Thing on the Doorstep and Other Weird Stories
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.
TIP: You can also press BACKSPACE to see the previous folder, whether or not the toolbar is visible. On the toolbar, click the Up One Level button. The toolbar contains buttons for common tasks.
More of a Windows 95 manual than a book, but it was the closest =P Here's the closest REAL book:
From bowers beyond our view came bursts of song and snatches of lyric harmony, interspersed with faint laughter so delicious that I urged the rowers onward in my eagerness to reach the scene. And the bearded man spoke no word, but watched me as we approached the lily-lined shore. Suddenly a wind blowing from over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent at which I trembled.
H.P. Lovecraft: The Thing on the Doorstep and Other Weird Stories