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July 14th, 2010


nextian
09:05 pm
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This community is way too awesome to lose to LJ's purging sessions.

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November 7th, 2007


irked_indeed
09:28 pm - The Hobbit in the Rye
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is who lived in a hole in the ground, and whether it was a nasty, dirty wet, hole, and what the lousy worms in it were like, or how it's a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it and all, and all that Michel Delving kind of stuff, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, it was a hobbit hole, and in the second place, that means comfort. He's quite touchy about anything like that. He's nice and all- I'm not saying that- but he's also touchy. Besides, I'm not going to tell you his whole doggone autobiography or anything.

I'll just tell you about this madman door that's perfectly round, just before you get to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel. I mean, that's all I told B.B. about, and he lives there and all. He's in the Hill. That isn't too far from this crumby hole, and he has lots of little round doors practically everywhere. He's got bedrooms and bathrooms and cellars and pantries maybe. One of those little Middle Earth jobs that has wardrobes. It has dang near whole rooms dedicated to clothes. He's got a lot of clothes, now. He didn't use to. He used to just be a regular hobbit, when he was home. He's got this terrific passage full of rooms, all on the same floor, in case you never heard of him. The best ones in it were on the left. That was about the only side of the little hole that looked out because it had windows. It killed me. Now he's out in the Hill, B.B., being a hobbit. If there's one thing I hate, it's the hobbits. Don't even mention them to me.

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May 11th, 2007


amberdulen
10:47 pm - All Quiet on the Clockwork Orange
Because I just cannot get enough of mashing things into Clockwork Orange.

All Quiet on the Clockwork Orange

"Where does Tjaden put it all, eh?"

There was me, that is Paul, and my two comrades, that is Muller and Tjaden, Tjaden being really thin, and we sat five miles behind the front satisfied and at peace, our bellies full of beef and haricot beans though in fine trim. The cook was a carrot-head, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what this man was like, beckoning with his ladle to everyone that passed and spooning him out a great dollop, and he could not empty his stew-pot neither. Well, what he wanted was to empty it out in time for coffee. We have not had such luck like this for a long time, but Tjaden and Muller produced two washbasins and had them filled up to the brim as a reserve which in Tjaden is voracity and in Muller is foresight.

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May 8th, 2007


amberdulen
01:43 pm - Three Men in a Clockwork Orange
There were four of us - Pete, and Georgie, and myself, and Dim. We were sitting in the Korova Milkbar, drinking, and talking about what to do with the evening - a flip dark chill winter bastard I mean, of course.

The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and it was selling milk plus something else. You could peet it with vellocet, and that would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes; and then you could peet it with synthamesc, and THAT would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes. You could peet it with drencrom, because then you could admire Bog And All His Holy Angels and Saints in your left shoe, in which a man could see lights bursting all over his mozg. I saw them all.

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April 26th, 2007


amberdulen
09:59 pm - Challenge Voting Closed!
The voting for the First Ever Bookmash Weekend Challenge is closed, and we have our winner: tahmthelame, for The Lion, The Witch, and the Eye of Argon! Congratulations!

You may now resume your regular bookmashing activities.

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April 25th, 2007


amberdulen
09:24 am - Challenge voting!
The First Ever Bookmash Weekend Challenge is closed! Now it's time to choose a winner.



The Eye of Argon



Which was the best bookmash?




The Lion, the Witch, and the Eye of Argon
Gringr and Wendy (Gringr Pan)
Jabberargon

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  • The Lion, the Witch, and the Eye of Argon: "Once there was a barbarian named Grignr."
  • Gringr and Wendy (Gringr Pan): "All barbarians, except one, die."
  • Jabberargon: "'Twas dust-racked, and the we'er-beat land/The empire dominate;"

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    April 23rd, 2007


    tahmthelame
    10:25 pm - The Lion, The Witch, and the Eye of Argon
    Once there was a barbarian named Grignr.  This story is about something that happened to him when he was in the Norgolian empire because of the fight.  He was on a weather beaten trail in the heart of the country, miles away from anything.  He was on the path with two soldiers and three heaving mounts.  (Their names were Ivy, Margaret and Betty, but they do not come into the story much.)  He himself was a very enthusiastic man with fiery red hair which grew over most of his face as well as on his head, and they attacked him almost at once; but on that afternoon when he fought them on the trail his right arm was so rippled-looking that the second soldier (who was the youngest) was a little afraid of him, and the first (who was the next youngest) wanted to live and had to keep his vital organs inside to hide it.


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    amberdulen
    08:37 am - Challenge
    By multiple request, the deadline for entering the Eye of Argon Weekend Challenge is extended until Tuesday!

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    amberdulen
    08:35 am - Gringr and Wendy (Gringr Pan)
    All barbarians, except one, die. They soon know that they will die, and the way Gringr knew was this. One day when he was in the weather beaten trail he was riding on a heaving mount, and he thrust forth his rippling right arm and sent a steel shod blade into the soldier. I suppose he must have looked enthused, for the soldier crumpled and shrieked, "Prepare to embrace your creators in the stygian haunts of hell, barbarian!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Gringr knew that he must die. You always know after you are cursed. Being cursed is the beginning of the end.

    Of course they lived in the Norgolian Empire, and after Gringr came the mercenary was the disemboweled one. He was an enthused barbarian, with a shock of fiery red hair and such a rippling right arm. His red hair was like escaping life fluid, tossing robustly in the humid air currents, that come from the dust tireless sun, casting its parching rays of incandescense from overhead; and his rippling right arm had one sweeping blade of flashing steel in it that the soldier could never avoid, though there it was, riveting from the massive barbarians hide enameled shield.

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    April 20th, 2007


    jd3000
    11:16 am - Jabberargon (Challenge)
    'Twas dust-racked, and the we'er-beat land
    The empire dominate;
    All tireless was the parching sun,
    And the heaving mounts dust sprayed.

    'Beware the stygian haunts!" said he
    Embrace your creators and know this death!'
    'Beware yourself,' Grignr returned, 'and kiss
    my fleeting stead, you wretch!'

    He took his flashing steel in hand:
    Ripples much his right arm made--
    So thrust forth he up to the hilt,
    Organs sheathed his sweeping blade.

    And crumpling from the saddle he came,
    To clouded sward he fell upon,
    the parched dust of trail was sprayed,
    with life fluid of crimson.

    'Damn you! Damn you! And you and you!'
    The comrade soldier did shout
    Through humid air he tossed his red hair
    And did then Grignr swivel about

    'Twas dust-racked, and the we'er-beat land
    The empire dominate;
    All tireless was the parching sun,
    And the heaving mounts dust sprayed.

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