Yes. This one from Charles Lambert. And it has the virtue of being easy:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.
Or at least it is apparently easy. As it happens, I'm rearranging things right now, and have stacks of books to both sides of my keyboard. It's hard to say what's "nearest."
One possibility is Jonathan Carroll's novel Outside the Dog Museum, which gives us:
I saw him almost as soon as I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby. Sitting near the reception desk smoking a cigarette, he looked more like a fifteen-year-old skateboarder from Laguna Beach than the Crown Prince of Saru. In his late twenties, wearing faded jeans, a black Purdue Boilermaker's sweatshirt, and high-top basketball sneakers that were a cartoon of color, flashy arrows, lines, and zigzags.
Another possibility is Tim Weiner's history of the CIA, Legacy of Ashes:
At the end of 1955, President Eisenhower changed the CIA's marching orders. Recognizing that covert action could not undermine the Kremlin, he revised the rules written at the start of the Cold War. The new order, labeled NSC 5412/2 and dates December 28, 1955, remained in effect for fifteen years.
Or it could be Rosenkrantz and Satran's The Last Word on First Names:
This onetime poetic name* of Celtic origin, the name of the angel who governs the month of June, is now showing signs of age, relegated to playing grandma's on TV sitcoms.
MURPHY. One of the boldest, brightest, and breeziest of the Irish surname names, thanks to the character played so convincingly by Candice Bergen on Murphy Brown--and to then-Vice-President Dan Quayle for keeping it in the headlines so long.
(*that entry was for MURIEL, by the way.)
Or it could be Mrs. Byrne's Dictionary of Unusual, Obscure, and Preposterous Words:
malnola n. a vague feeling of mental discomfort
malversation n. corruption in office (politics)
mamamouchi n. 1. A pompous-sounding, though bogus, Turkish title.
Or--oh, that's enough.
If you've read this far and feel like responding, consider yourself tagged.