A billion years after everybody else did it (poss. literally)

[sabinetzin]

Pick up the nearest book to you. Turn to page 45. The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

I'm cheating a little. The closest book is the deluxe edition of Bad As Me, but that's not paginated (thank god, honestly, because I don't really want Tom Waits to describe anything about my sex life); and the second-closest book is a National Parks guide with a hundred pages of maps at the beginning, which I think means I would have to have sex in Lassen, and it's just too cold right now to do that (though, remind me to tell you my friend's story about the people who made porn at Zion).

So here is the third-closest book, my beloved copy of Idylls of the King from 1923 that is going to fall apart the next time someone breathes on it too heavily:

'Let Lancelot know, my King, let Lancelot know, Thy noblest and thy truest!'

Well, shit, if that's all I have to do, that's not so bad.

Don't know how I'm going to get a message to a fictional medieval knight. We'll worry about that later. Maybe I'll tweet at him.

Comments

[theleaveswant]

Heh. I'm a little something-ed to admit that Tom Waits could probably describe certain aspects of my sex life pretty damned accurately (though not from first-hand knowledge, as reading that sentence over might seem to imply).

[sabinetzin]

Yeah, he could probably get me pretty spot on. But, y'know. It's nice to avoid that fact?