n: vb: the spice of imagination
Three weeks from today (Sunday the 27th) is Lewis Carroll’s birthday, which means once again it’s time for your LiveJournal to fall down a rabbit hole and document a different sort of day from the ones you always have. Get away from the same-old and be someone else, somewhere else, doing something else for a change!
The Rabbit Hole Day community remains http://community.livejournal.com/rabbitholeday/
My previous Rabbithole entries: 2005, 2006, and 2007.
Dan Johnson says,
Three weeks from today (Sunday the 27th) is Lewis Carroll’s birthday, which means once again it’s time for your LiveJournal to fall down a rabbit hole and document a different sort of day from the ones you always have. Get away from the same-old and be someone else, somewhere else, doing something else for a change!
The Rabbit Hole Day community remains http://community.livejournal.com/rabbitholeday/
I call him the Marquis of Missionary. We met in a narrow therapeutic index, literally chronic first contact. A bitter alkaloid, now he musses up my hair on a daily basis. Ten minutes every morning, ten minutes every night, a lecture comprised of similar compounds, my heels digging into his back. Our wet chemistry excludes quantitative chemical analysis, I don’t want children until marriage. His family, caffinated, seem like other basic nitrogen-containing yuppies. Despite their frequently confusing genus, they are dull, lacking in suffix. I don’t like spending time with them, I would rather derive my pleasure down the coast to our cabin, our celluloid haven.
Bone dry, I left out the stars like dishes on a counter. I just forgot. I didn’t mean to, I’d put everything else delicate away after, I swear. Now mother’s upset with me. I might even be grounded. None of them will twinkle tonight, she says. She says they’ll just sit there like shapeless stones. It makes me worry. I don’t know how to make new ones yet.
crisper says:
It’s January, and that means the 27th is, once again, Rabbit Hole Day. In honor of Lewis Carroll’s birthday, let’s turn our LJs over, just for one day, and let them be used for something other than the usual crap we always talk about.
Fall down a Rabbit Hole and talk about a different sort of day for a change. Your regular life will probably still be there on the 28th!
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For consideration: note that Rabbit Hole Day will fall on a Saturday this year. What is the first Rabbit Hole Weekend going to be like?
What woke me up was the ticking. It wasn’t slow and regular like time being chopped into seconds, tick tick tick, but more like the articulated movement of a mechanical insect walking with a hundred clockwork legs. Bloody unsettling was what it was, so I got up, unhealthy hour or nowt. I looked around and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary until I happened to poke my head into the solarium and discover that I couldn’t see the sky. Beauty. Guess what people, it’s another damn plague.
Government promised we’d used all of them up this year, but they bloody well lied. I was expecting another eight months clear. It’s not like they couldn’t raise the forest up, block these annoying invasions before they even reach the city. I’m suspecting the idiots we voted are incompetant or lazy. More likely both.
Now I don’t know how I’m going to get to work. I hear the defences marching by *thoom* but they’re obviously too far away to be clearing my neighborhood of the pests. I’m debating tossing my boss an e-mail. If her neighborhood was cleaned up in time, she’ll come in and think it irresponsible of me not to report in, but if it wasn’t, then how’s she to know I never put any hours in? She’ll assume I was working all day. It’s like a free paycheque. I’ve still got some time to decide. An hour or so to have breakfast in and brush my teeth. I’ll post in a bit, tell you what I’m doing.
If I’m staying home, does anyone want to risk the tunnels with me? We could get a beer over at Thumbelina’s.
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