friends meme
Jul. 19th, 2005 12:20 pmGacked from
ansothehobbit and
lil_banik_slave
Copy your friends from your user info into your journal and bold those you`ve met in real life:
ani_no_mouse, ansothehobbit, apb_age, arthurfrdent, atomicpagan, b_briarwood, birch_tree, budgielover, bustedwonder, cajun, ch1pper, ctegan, danachan, dcdiva, dreamflower02, elenar, eve11, fell_beast2, grey_wonderer, i_o_r_h_a_e_l, illyria_novia, jen_x_, kidvoltron, knittedmerry, knittedpippin, lil_banik_slave, lindelea1, liptonrm, llinos, lyda_pearl, mamoulian, marigoldg, mariole, maripo5a, melilot_hill, mucun, nickeyb, obeliamedusa, panthera_onca, pervincalovesev, piplover, pipspebble, pipwise, powerwriter, prim_rose, pumpkinescobar, rabbitchild, rabidsamfan, rosiegardener, shirebound, slightlytookish, tialys, topaztook, uisceboo, westwindschild, whtmtnwmn
A book recommendation for you. If you are ever in need of a quick, fun read, try Portuguese Irregular Verbs, by Alexander McCall Smith.
From Chapter three - Early Irish Pornography (don't get too excited, there isn't actually any pr0n).
The background for this chapter is that Dr. Moritz-Maria von Igelfeld had been greeted by Dr. Patrick Fitzcarron O'Leary, on their first meeting, as Maria, which seemed to him a bizarre choice, leading him to obsess over which name it was appropriate to call O'Leary. This snippet takes place sometime later.
The barman greeted O'Leary with the same warmth that seemed to herald his every appearance in Cork. "Now then, Paddy," said the white-aproned tender. "What is it this evening for you and your Teutonic friend over there."
Paddy! thought von Igelfeld. That must be the name to use, and he replied to O'Leary's offer of a drink: "A beer, if you don't mind, Paddy!"
The drinks poured, O'Leary guided von Igelfeld towards a section of the bar, where two of the men in dark suits were standing.
"Fitz, my friend," said one of hte men, slapping O'Leary on the back. "Sure it's yourself, so it is!"
Fitz! thought von Igelfeld. Perhaps this was an alternative name which close friends used, just as his childhood friends had called him Morri, until they had put behind them the childish things. If that were the case, then he should avoid it, as its use would claim an intimacy which did not exist and the Irishman would think him rude. But just as this was resolved, the other man said: "Pat, if it isn't you, than who is is?"
Von Igelfeld frowned. Here was another name - obviously a contraction of Patrick. That was plain enough, but what puzzled him was the choice of names. Was it an entirely free one? Could Pat become Paddy if one felt like it? Or could Fitzcarron become Fitz if a change seemed desirable? And what about O'Leary - was that ever used? He gazed down upon the white head to the glass of dark beer and wondered whether it was wise to leave the certainties of home. He had read that to travel is to expose oneself to all sorts of vulnerablitities, and surely this was true.
"Now then, von," said O'Leary cheerfully. "Tell me about yourself. You seem a fairly tall sort of person."
The drinking companions nodded their heads in agreement, looking up at von Igelfeld with a mixture of awe and amusement.
"He is that," said one, gravely. "You're right there, O."
Von Igelfeld put down his glass. O? Was that yet another contraction? Really, there was something very strange - and unsettling - about Ireland.
Copy your friends from your user info into your journal and bold those you`ve met in real life:
ani_no_mouse, ansothehobbit, apb_age, arthurfrdent, atomicpagan, b_briarwood, birch_tree, budgielover, bustedwonder, cajun, ch1pper, ctegan, danachan, dcdiva, dreamflower02, elenar, eve11, fell_beast2, grey_wonderer, i_o_r_h_a_e_l, illyria_novia, jen_x_, kidvoltron, knittedmerry, knittedpippin, lil_banik_slave, lindelea1, liptonrm, llinos, lyda_pearl, mamoulian, marigoldg, mariole, maripo5a, melilot_hill, mucun, nickeyb, obeliamedusa, panthera_onca, pervincalovesev, piplover, pipspebble, pipwise, powerwriter, prim_rose, pumpkinescobar, rabbitchild, rabidsamfan, rosiegardener, shirebound, slightlytookish, tialys, topaztook, uisceboo, westwindschild, whtmtnwmn
A book recommendation for you. If you are ever in need of a quick, fun read, try Portuguese Irregular Verbs, by Alexander McCall Smith.
From Chapter three - Early Irish Pornography (don't get too excited, there isn't actually any pr0n).
The background for this chapter is that Dr. Moritz-Maria von Igelfeld had been greeted by Dr. Patrick Fitzcarron O'Leary, on their first meeting, as Maria, which seemed to him a bizarre choice, leading him to obsess over which name it was appropriate to call O'Leary. This snippet takes place sometime later.
The barman greeted O'Leary with the same warmth that seemed to herald his every appearance in Cork. "Now then, Paddy," said the white-aproned tender. "What is it this evening for you and your Teutonic friend over there."
Paddy! thought von Igelfeld. That must be the name to use, and he replied to O'Leary's offer of a drink: "A beer, if you don't mind, Paddy!"
The drinks poured, O'Leary guided von Igelfeld towards a section of the bar, where two of the men in dark suits were standing.
"Fitz, my friend," said one of hte men, slapping O'Leary on the back. "Sure it's yourself, so it is!"
Fitz! thought von Igelfeld. Perhaps this was an alternative name which close friends used, just as his childhood friends had called him Morri, until they had put behind them the childish things. If that were the case, then he should avoid it, as its use would claim an intimacy which did not exist and the Irishman would think him rude. But just as this was resolved, the other man said: "Pat, if it isn't you, than who is is?"
Von Igelfeld frowned. Here was another name - obviously a contraction of Patrick. That was plain enough, but what puzzled him was the choice of names. Was it an entirely free one? Could Pat become Paddy if one felt like it? Or could Fitzcarron become Fitz if a change seemed desirable? And what about O'Leary - was that ever used? He gazed down upon the white head to the glass of dark beer and wondered whether it was wise to leave the certainties of home. He had read that to travel is to expose oneself to all sorts of vulnerablitities, and surely this was true.
"Now then, von," said O'Leary cheerfully. "Tell me about yourself. You seem a fairly tall sort of person."
The drinking companions nodded their heads in agreement, looking up at von Igelfeld with a mixture of awe and amusement.
"He is that," said one, gravely. "You're right there, O."
Von Igelfeld put down his glass. O? Was that yet another contraction? Really, there was something very strange - and unsettling - about Ireland.