A good idea in the abstract, but in the specific, why are they all so horrifically bad?
I turn away in revulsion and formulate the hope that the people with real love are not playing this game.
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It's Twiter haven
Good luck. Good Fuck. Bye Babe.
They're suitable for texting, I suppose.
I don't like texting at all.
It's like having my conversations transcribed.
Must everything be recorded? Like this?
Beyond all that, they are unromantic.
Six rants all in six words.
I guess I played the game.
Valentine's day script for unix engineers (these are all real system commands):
unzip; strip; touch; finger; mount; fsck; more; yes; unmount; sleep
* Boy meets girl. Rest is history.
* Love in six; six too many.
* Frenemy bromance Obama Biden beats Busheney.
An adulterer has become joyously monogamous.
A monagatron has become joyously adulterous.
Their* sixty-third year starts tomorrow.
*my parents
I hadn't heard of the game, and I can't imagine my husband and my playing it. However, for fun, since you brought it up, and because it's the truth, here's my entry:
Glad I went to that bar.
[Note: Coincidentally (entirely) I tweeted the following about an hour ago:
Precisely 17 years, 1 hour and 24 minutes ago, I met my husband-to-be. Feb. 12 has overshadowed Valentine's Day, in my mind, ever since.
To me, the romance is in the remembering still, to the minute--all these years and challenges and joys and shit and etc. and all that jazz--the first time we laid eyes on each other.]
/sap (however sincere)
How many of these would you necessarily see as "love stories" without knowing that in advance?
Like,
Blue eyes see into my soul.
Makes me think of Silence of the Lambs. I suppose there was a Hopkins/Foster love-story subtext there.
Or this:
Spooning, warm breath on my neck.
Which makes me think of the subway at rush hour.
I can't say it in only
...and challenges and joys and shit and etc. and all that jazz
I'm in total agreement with that.
Alas, love is for other people.
Never too late to find love
This is true and very profound.
Just when you think that all men/women/relationships are crap....suddenly that gem in the rough.. the flower among weeds.
Worked for me.
Three words
Boink boink boink boink boink woo!
Oh wait, that's a six-word *porn* story. My bad.
Is this a play on the Freakonomics Six Word Motto for the United States Contest?
I actually won that one!
Let's see...oh, I've got it:
"Never having to say you're sorry."
Or is that seven words?
Well to be fair, it is pretty hard to compete with The Beatles.
"I Want To Hold Your Hand"
Ann, you know you want it.
If you trace the shortest path through the thesaurus from ``love'' to ``hate,'' you get miniature stories
love infatuation obsession phobia aversion hate
love desire covet begrudge resent dislike hate
love delight admiration awe dread aversion hate
love cherish bear endure brave defy despise hate
love caress dally_with tease banter deride despise hate
love lover enthusiast devil bugbear dread aversion hate
rather than the ``hot'' to ``cold'' gradation that you might expect a priori.
This is pretty common.
"Born—Bridalled—
Shrouded—
In a day"
Seeking Emily Dickinson, but get Janice.
She said Eric, call me Al.
Kissed him first; I liked it.
"I came, I saw, I nailed"...?
8-|
With apologies to Bob Seger
Back room,alley,the trusty woods...
No, Tibore, it's:
I came, I saw, I overcame
Not mine, and the original is longer, but this is my favorite part:
Odi et amo. quare id faciam ?
Obama:
I won, I won, I won!
I admit I laughed at some of them: too true! Like this one: Fell in love. Fell out. Ouch.
Like reader_i_am, I still vividly recall the first time I met my husband. My entry would be:
Double dates do work out sometimes.
Smith magazine has this webpage where they solicit six-word whatevers all the time.
I think they started with their six-word memoirs (not quite what I was planning). It's a fun site - lots of nutty stuff but then you find these gems.
One of my six-word memoirs that I submitted was 'true story: bellbottoms broke my leg." Which is true. It's one of my favorite stories.
OH, wait, why did I type leg? I broke my arm that time.
Hilarious. I'm such a ditz.
She loves me; I love her.
Althouse: blonde blog brings beaucoup buzz.
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