Meme 2012

[glasshouses]

Pick up the nearest book to you.

Turn to page 45.

The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

"The Exchange Information Store sends the message and its attachments to ScanMail for Microsoft Exchange [SMEX], which checks for viruses and malicious code."

Hmmm, so safe sex is in for 2012.

Comments

[pronker]

checks for virus

See, this is the nice thing about the GFFA -- no viruses, or even need for condoms *in most stories*. Too bad we don't live there.

[glasshouses]

Yeah, scifi is awesome for that. Don't have to waste time with the description of the condom, what happens to if after, if they've been tested, no warnings for bareback.

Makes me nostalgic!

[crazy4ew]

hmmm, am at my desk and the nearest book is a Real Estate referra book above me, so I spin my chair around to see what else I have, in terms of real books, and all I see are a bunch of dictionnaries and an old atlas of the world....

and it struck me that this is precisely the problem with my life, I am way too immersed in work and not enough in pleasure (ie absence of fiction books in my office).

So to stick to your prediction... I supposed I'll f*k off this year? :)))

[glasshouses]

Yeah, I read LJ at work too much, so I'm too immersed in LJ and not enough in technology :-)

I don't have fiction in the office, either, but I do have a poster of the Internet which always throws people for a loop!

http://xkcd.com/802/

[crazy4ew]

What a great map! The sea of confusion!! The sea of opinions! Really good.

[the_emu]

'Obviously, even a gentle hint that Tahl could benefit from a Master/Padawan relationship would be ignored.'

So much like last year, really.

8^-

[glasshouses]

Ah, I wish they'd publish more of those slashy, slashy 'young adult' Q/O books.

[nawilla]

She was distressed by this dream.

Ah, non-existent, par for the course.

Of course, in all fairness, this is the first complete sentence. The first sentence on page 45 (starting on page 44):

She was swaying wildly, in her dream, very unsteady on her feet, could hardly feel the ground beneath her, could hardly feel anything in her hands, dound them flailing to and fro, kept dropping whatever she picked up.

I think I prefer non-existent.

The book is Oliver Sack's The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales from the chapter "The Disembodied Lady" about a woman who loses all proprioception which give a person a sense of where their body is in space.

As for the nearest magazine:

It is either a photo of a crocheted, cropped wrap sweater (Interweave Crochet) or "Heat broiler, with rack in the middle position" (EveryDay Food). I'm sure there is a dirty joke in there somewhere.