Booking Through Thursday
- Grab the book closest to you.
- Open to page 123, look down to the 5th sentence.
- Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog.
- Include the title and the author's name.
From Her Majesty's Spymaster by Stephen Budiansky:.
"Hear all reports but trust not all"; the parade of the "hired Papists," as Walsingham once termed them, and of disreputable Scotsmen, and of prison conmen who had served Mr. Secretary in his search for privy information were all liars of a lesser or greater sort. They lied to inflate their own importance, or to fill in a slack period when they hadn't found aything genuine to sell; they lied in hopes of playing both sides of the street; sometimes they lied for no reason at all except maybe that they were in the habit of lying and couldn't help themselves or wanted to stay in practice.
And when they weren't lying they sometimes tripped over one another.
Heh. I thought I had run on sentences.
And an actual tag for a meme (thanks, Marji! And I mean that in the most insincere way)
- Get tagged by someone
- Write down 5 things that have never been revealed on your blog before
- Tag 5 others
Never been revealed? Other than my big dark secrets I'm taking to my grave? I think I've babbled everything else, if not in a commentary than in a meme. Hmmm. Well, brace yourself for the tedium. And I don't guarantee they haven't been 'revealed' before, when you babble as much as I do, it's hard to keep track.
1. I was hit in the head with a basketball during a game in the 8th grade I never saw coming. (Yes, big orange sphere - but I'm blind on my left eye) giving me a black eye, a huge cauliflower ear (at the time, and that's what they called it) and broke my glasses.
2. My dad took exception to the PE Teacher insisting I needed PE when he came down to find out what had happened - there were words to the effect that I spent a third of my life sleeping - where were the classes for that? and got me pulled from PE permanently. (8th -12th grade at least).
3. I used to consider 132 pounds to be unbearably fat. Now I'd kill to be that weight again. (Kill, mind you. Evidently not control my food intake and exercise to be that weight, but I've considered it).
4. Of the.....five pairs of socks I've knit in my 10 year knitting career, I've felted one of out existance, almost felted two others into oblivion and have to felt the last pair in the hopes that it will fit. But I like thick wool socks, my feet are always so dang cold.
5.......I have to have a cup of coffee in the morning. Not necessarily to function, I'm one of those annoying people that pretty much wakes up thoroughly right off the bat, but my day just goes south if I don't get a cup of coffee.
I'll even tag. Jenni of Alum Creek, Diane M of Needles on the Move (payback!), KSD of hand eye crafts, NeedleDancer of Knitting in the Shadows and Bookfool of Bookfoolery & Babble.
Dale of Norway KAL started at 6pm Friday night. And after hours of knitting - I've done the hem. Phooey. (Saturday night)
And Sunday night's progress: Whoops, no picture. I'm into the black and white portion of Chart A (which is basically the bottom band).
TV: Anyone catch The Dresden Files last night? I was a bit disconcerted to see Bob the Skull played in the flesh (more or less) by Terence Mann, but it works better that way, I think. Paul Blackthorne made a great Harry. I'd been thinking Jim Caviezel, or Clive Owen (because I always think Clive Owen) but he did good. They got a bit of the backstory going too. I don't remember Murphy having a 9 year old, but then I might not have noticed particularly. Or she doesn't and TV added it in.
That I watched this morning. Last night I watched Jane Eyre. I spent the first part of it cringing in horror at the callousness of Jane's "guardians" and the latter half at Rochester's behavior. What a boor. But I suppose it can be excused a bit under his circumstances and era. Hard for a man not to fall in love with the governess when he can bark "sit!" at her and is checked only by his own conscience. Amy thought that Clive Owen would be a great Mr. Rochester. Wouldn't he though? Toby Stephens played him well, even if I was a bit underwhelmed by him at first. And now it's ruined my reading schedule because I had to dig up my copy of it and reread it.
In gratuitous cat pictures, RheLynn sent me this little bird, but Hezekiah has adopted it.