-Go into your LJ’s archives.
-Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
-Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
-Post the text of the sentence in your lj along with these instruction
“Bother!” said Captain Pooh, as antimatter containment was lost.
There's a learning curve.
an indulgent blog about indulgence
"You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me." ~C.S. Lewis
I have issues. So do you.
Tales of the everyday, with recipes
Restoring a 1915 farmhouse plus one or two other passions.
Me, uncensored.
Incurable Illness + Life = still a pretty good time
Adventures in the world of history
delivered directly to my computer monitor on an all too regular basis...
Leverhulme Funded Project at University of Exeter: Adopting a New Methodological Approach to Early Modern Women's Work
Every day brings a little of both
That's "Dr. Slut" to You
Updating Early Modern Recipes (1600-1800) in a Modern Kitchen
and other excellent advice, probably.
fashion // lifestyle // glamour // blog // #wegotthelook
Follow me as I live la vida loca (but sober)
You Are Stronger Than You Think
A literary blog of poet, playwright and essayist Rachael Stanford
The Personal is Historical
Writings and musings of a badger.
Best Friends for Sixty Years and Counting...
S.L.A.V. Conductor
Don't need to be cool to be kind.
A lifelong gamer writes with a cynical view
TURN THE VOLUME UP
- Is this a wicker basket we're in?
A lifelong Dallas, Texas teacher moves to a tiny village in Northwest Alaska. At the beginning of January. Hilarity ensues.
Once upon a Time, in rural North Texas, there lived an Idiot.
"If you hoard imagination, it dies a lonely death."
exploring a particular method of generating words and images
Bits of life outside of the gym
Author, Blogger, Social Media Jedi
Dallas's Pretty Much Only Carnivorous Plant Gallery
Author. Blogger. Chipmunk enthusiast.
a delicious little blog about food and life
There's a learning curve.
A hopeful hermit on her journey to enlightenment.
Dark Worlds. Fierce Hope. Queer Joy.
The Process 
*grin* Oh bother, said Pooh…as he carved Eeyore’s name into the black candle.
*snicker* I think I like yours better.