A small contest.

[antoniusrex]

Just to break things up a bit (and to distract some from other bits and pieces of their life), here's another contest type thing. From me to all the wonderful people out there.

I'm throwing ten quotes out there. From Music, Books, Film, Television, Poetry--whichever. First person to get all ten correct gets a prize from me worth no less than $20 no more than $30 (Prize to be determined. It'll be something tailored to you). Should no one get all ten correct, the person with the most *points* will win. This will also act as a preliminary tie breaker. If a tie continues, there will be a sudden death tie-breaker, TBD.

To get the most points (and it's worth to do anyway for fun's sake) is to answer as mad specifically as possible. F'rinstance, saying "William Shakespeare" will get you 1 point. Saying "William Shakespeare, Juliet's Nurse, Romeo and Juliet, scene ii, Act I, spoken from Nurst to Juliet right after a letter is recieved" will get you 5. Cap-eesh?

Right. This will last for a week. Next Sunday night it's done, midnight, PST. Go on and play. You wanna.

Good luck.

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There aren't too many things
in this life you can depend on,
except, rain comes from the clouds,
sun lights up the sky,
and humming birds do fly.

Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you--gently, with love and hand your life back to you, like something gold you let go of--and I can! I'm determined to do it--

An inch. It's small and it's fragile and its the only thing in the world that's worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you are or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you. I will never hug you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again.

My love for my children makes me glad that I am what I am and keeps me from desiring to be otherwise; and yet, when I sometimes open a little box in which I still keep my fast yellowing manuscripts, the only tangible remnants of a vanished dream, a dead ambition, a sacrificed talent, I cannot repress the thought that, after all, I have chosen the lesser part, that I have sold my birthright for a mess of pottage.

But we're here, chained to a fucking radiator because the OC has gone insane. Starting the world again when the rest of the world hasn't even fucking stopped. Think about it! How could infection cross the oceans? How could it cross the mountains and the rivers? They stopped it. And right now TVs are playing and planes are flying in the sky and the world is continuing as fucking normal. Think. Actually think about it. What would you do with a diseased little island?

As soon as everybody had crowded into the room, Sir Egbert fastened shut the door, and started up the machinery inside the sofa.

When Alice saw what was about to happen, she began to scream uncontrollably...

And on it goes and hastens to be ended,
and aimlessly rotates until it's done.
A red, a green, a gray is apprehended,
a little profile, scarcely yet begun.--

And now and then a smile, for us intended,
blissfully happy, dazzlingly expended
upon this breathless, blindly followed fun...

My platoon seargeant put his arm around my armored shoulders. "Just like a drill, Son."

"I know it, Father." I stopped shaking at once. "It's the waiting, that's all."

"Four minutes. Shall we get buttoned up, sir?"

"Right away, father." I gave him a quick hug, let the Navy drop crew seal us in.

Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn. He cared nothing for boxing, in fact he disliked it, but he learned it painfully and thoroughly to counteract the feeling of inferiority and shyness he had felt on being treated as a Jew at Princeton. There was a certain inner comfort in knowing he could knock down anybody who was snooty to him, although, being very shy and a thoroughly nice boy, he never fought except in the gym.

Goldman was now at the bureau, capping her bottled emollient, her back to Evelyn as the younger woman began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea. At this moment a hoarse unearthly cry issued from the walls, the closet door flew open and Mother's Younger Brother fell into the room, his face twisted in paroxysm of saintly mortification. He was clutching in his hands, as if trying to choke it, a rampant penis which, scornful of his intentions, whipped him abount the floor, launching to his cries of ecstacy or despair, great filamented spurts of jism that traced the air like bullets and then settled slowly over Evelyn in her bed like falling ticker tape.


Please, if you're posting Anon, be sure to leave your name. And make sure I know how to get hold of you later, in case you win.

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[stolen-tea.livejournal.com]

Lessee...

"An inch." - V is for Vendetta, Chapter 9 "Vicissitude", from the toilet-paper note, given from Valerie (the woman in room IV) to V and then from V to Evey.

"As soon as everybody" - the final lines of "The Curious Sofa" by Edward Gorey writing as Ogdred Weary. I think they're the only two lines that I can't find a double meaning in...

"My platoon sargeant" - I think that's right near the end of "Starship Troopers" by Robert Heinlein, when we find out that Rico's dad has had a change of heart and enlisted in the Mobile Infantry. But I could easily be wrong; my copy is in Virginia. :)

[thesuperalice.livejournal.com]

Aw, I thought that the last post would show up. Who is that last one by?


As soon as everybody had crowded into the room, Sir Egbert fastened shut the door, and started up the machinery inside the sofa.
When Alice saw what was about to happen, she began to scream uncontrollably...

-Edward Gorey, "The Curious Sofa--a pornographic work by Ogdred Weary" (which can be found in the compilation Amphigorey), the last two pages/illustrations

Behold: all the points are belong to me.

[inkandessence.livejournal.com]

"There aren't too many things / in this life you can depend on,"

-- Quincy Jones "Everything Must Change", title song from the same album - this is the chorus.

"Oh, you weak, beautiful people"

-- Tennessee Williams "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof," Maggie is delivering her concluding monolog

"An inch. It's small and it's fragile and its the only thing in the world that's worth having."

-- Alan Moore "V is for Vendetta" - during her transforming imprisonment, Evey finds this note written on toilet paper.

"My love for my children makes me glad that I am what I am"

-- James Weldon Johnson "The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man" the concluding reflections on passing

"But we're here, chained to a fucking radiator because the OC has gone insane."

-- 28 Days Later - Sergeant Farrell is going off....

"As soon as everybody had crowded into the room, Sir Egbert fastened shut the door"
-- Ogdred Weary (really Edward Gorey) The Curious Sofa

"My platoon seargeant put his arm around my armored shoulders."

-- Robert Heinlein "Starship Troopers" - the end of the novel, NOT the movie

"Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton."

-- Earnest Hemingway "The Sun Also Rises" - the opening of the novel, introducing the foil

"Goldman was now at the bureau, capping her bottled emollient"

-- E.L. Doctorow, "Ragtime" - MYB is very, um, fixated on Evelyn Nesbit.

Re: Behold: all the points are belong to me.

[antoniusrex.livejournal.com]

Very nice...you really should have DONE THIS WHILE THE CONTEST WAS STILL RUNNING!!! :-P

You googled, didn't you? :-)

Re: Behold: all the points are belong to me.

[antoniusrex.livejournal.com]

And yes, you're correct on all of them...My god, it's scary, but yes, you're correct on all of them :-)