the shake-up, part 2.

( the shake-up, part 2. )

i ended up on the coffee table singing "part of your world" and telling him he was my prince eric.

so, this episode was probably my favorite ever, due to all the adorableness. of which there was a LOT. so, i wound up with an insane amount of caps. but i didn't post them all (believe it or not), because it would've broken the internet. so if you want to peruse them, they're here.

this is obviously still SO NOT FOR DIAL-UP.

EDIT: i split this into two parts. :D

the o.c. 4x14 - the shake-up


( i think you need a bigger sip. )

books, huh? how novel. (pun intended, i guess.)

stolen from katrina87.

1. Grab the nearest book. (Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.)
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.

(123 has an illustration, so i'm using 122.)

i mean, that dumb barbra streisand song, "people who need people are the luckiest people in the world" - she's talking about cannibals. lots to eat. yes, the planet is trying to get rid of us, but i think it's too late.

--kurt vonnegut, the man without a country

incidentally, i really loved this book, so i'm going to post a passage i especially dug.

here is a lesson in creative writing.

first rule: do not use semicolons. they are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. all they do is show you've been to college.

and i realize some of you may be having trouble deciding whether i'm kidding or not. so from now on i will tell you when i'm kidding.

for instance, join the national guard or the marines and teach democracy. i'm kidding.

we are about to be attacked by al qaeda. wave flags if you have them. that always seems to scare them away. i'm kidding.

if you want to really hurt your parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. i'm not kidding. the arts are not a way to make a living. they are a very human way of making life more bearable. practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. sing in the shower. dance to the radio. tell stories. write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. do it as well as you possibly can. you will get an enormous reward. you will have created something.

♥