| gnimmel ( @ 2006-09-21 15:54:00 |
A rather pitiful charade
Oh, bother.
See, I had all these fine words fermenting and growing ripe in my head, albeit rather glacially (can you ferment glacially? It's what they were doing, anyhow) about the wedding and the honeymoon, about roses and gold and mead and tropicbirds and tortoises, there I was, mulling over all of those happy memories and letting them settle contentedly into place -- and then I was going to post some pictures of interesting rocks, and then I was going to mention that we were moving to somewhere rather close to one of the best pubs in Cambridge in a week and a half --
-- when my happy fantasy of a well-honed, meme-free stream of livejournal posts is shattered by a lucky guess in a game of charades. Tch. By the power of webternet chains, and even though I'm not particularly sure of the rules[1], it looks like it's time for, er -
* makes vertical pulling motions *
EDIT: now guessed by
andrewwyld, who has taken up the baton over here.
[1] Wikipedia is my friend.
Oh, bother.
See, I had all these fine words fermenting and growing ripe in my head, albeit rather glacially (can you ferment glacially? It's what they were doing, anyhow) about the wedding and the honeymoon, about roses and gold and mead and tropicbirds and tortoises, there I was, mulling over all of those happy memories and letting them settle contentedly into place -- and then I was going to post some pictures of interesting rocks, and then I was going to mention that we were moving to somewhere rather close to one of the best pubs in Cambridge in a week and a half --
-- when my happy fantasy of a well-honed, meme-free stream of livejournal posts is shattered by a lucky guess in a game of charades. Tch. By the power of webternet chains, and even though I'm not particularly sure of the rules[1], it looks like it's time for, er -
* makes vertical pulling motions *
EDIT: now guessed by
[1] Wikipedia is my friend.