1. Grab the nearest book (that is at least 123 pages long).
2. Open to p. 123.
3. Go down to the 5th sentence.
4. Type in the following 3 sentences.
5. Tag five people.
As usual, I’m not going to pass on the meme, so I’ll skip #5. Anyone who wants to consider themselves tagged, feel free to follow suit.
The book I grabbed is the one we are reading for the Nonbelieving Literati, as you can see over there in my right hand column, is Not The End Of The World, by Christopher Brookmyre. Here is the appropriate memetic passage.
Darn right. And don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.
Not a heck of a lot there to whet your appetite, is there? Short dialog, terse, and to the point, whatever it is. Can’t really tell what’s going on, can you?
Since I’ve fulfilled the obligations of the meme, I’ll give you a little more, which will hopefully encourage a few more of you to join the club. Allow me to reproduce for you the entire page 123.
Nunez closed her eyes. Silver looked like he was about to run to the bathroom.
‘And what kind of explosive is it?’
‘Jesus sir, you’re playing for keeps, aren’t you?’
‘Darn right. And don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.’
“My apologies. Just one more question, sir, and this is extremely important: we really have to know this. I’m assuming the device is on a remote trigger. Are you using a bilateral transept detonator or just the old faithful MUB linear?’
“What? The second one. MUB linear.’
‘Uh-oh,’ Larry said to Nunez in a stage whisper, partially covering the mouthpiece so that the caller could still just hear him. “He’s using an MUB linear.’ He took his hand away again. ‘All right, sir. I understand exactly how seriously we have to take you. I’m going to initiate the KMA drill right away.’
‘Kiss My Ass,’ he said, and put the phone down.
Silver’s eyes bulged in horror. The more phlegmatic Nunez just stared at Larry in anticipation.
‘Are you nuts?’ Silver asked.
‘There’s no bomb.’
‘You don’t know that. How can you be sure?’
‘Do you know what MUB stands for?’ Larry asked him.
‘Made Up Bullshit?’ suggested Nunez, with a raise of her right eyebrow.
‘Exactly. Just like a bilateral transept detonator. Bombers first need to know how to build a bomb, Mr. Silver. This guy didn’t. He just wanted to disrupt the party. Bombers also don’t wait around answering questions on the telephone, in case the cops are tracing their call.’ He turned to Nunez. ‘I’m afraid you’re gonna be getting more of these calls over the next few days. I’ll organise for a trace of this line so that we can maybe bust a few of them as a deterrent. The guys running the trace will also be there to talk to the callers, and they’ll soon let you know if there’s anything genuinely worth worrying about.’
‘Thank you Sergeant,’ she said warmly.
‘Don’t sweat it. And Mr. Silver?’
Did it work?