Mememememe

(I was looking for an image to go along with this post. So, I went to Google Images and first I put in "meme". You really don't want to know what half those pictures looked like. Then I figured I might try "d'oh", as in Homer Simpson. I ended up with lots of Homer Simpson, of course. Then I said to myself, "Self, why don't you try the tried and true alternative, 'duh'?" This is what I came up with and I laughed, so it stays. It has nothing whatsoever to do with what I've written, but neither does what I've written. It does, however, have everything to do with how I felt after having written it.)



My good internet friend, Stu, has tagged me. I've been memed. I think. I don't know if there's a past tense. I don't even know if it can be a verb. I'm not even sure how it's pronounced. I don't know much of anything, thanks for asking.

(I looked it up here and I still don't know what the hell I'm talking about.)

The only thing I think I know is that - once tagged - you respond and then tag someone else. Anyway, that's sort of what I'm doing here and tough bananas if you don't like it.

(Pretty good attitude for someone to take when they aren't even sure what the hell they're doing, eh?)

Here, reprinted from Stu's blog, is how Stu got his:

I was tagged, voluntarily, with a meme from Dariush. I'm not going to ask for volunteers, I'm just going to tag. Screw it, it's 2006 and we've no time for volunteers.

So, to Sully, and to Heather, I say thee: Get Creatin'!

And now, here comes the meme in the forehead:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. I'll pick a song that reminds me of you.

Now, for Sully:

1. I never heard if you used my recipe.
2. Go one week without using your wife's given name.
3. Yellow-Orange, like the Sun that you don't get enough of.
4. I think your candor is inspiring. It's brave.
5. Reading your post about Writer Golf Club Leans.
6. You remind me of a condor, as you are above a lot of stuff, and you're hard-edged.
7. What is the best memory you have from college?
8. Captain Jack by Billy Joel (sorta via Dariush).

I'll end it there. Stu goes on to similarly say things concerning Heather. Since this is my blog, I'm only going to use my words (and Stu's, since he challenged me) and if you want to read Heather's stuff, you can go to her blog and see what she had to say - or go to Stu's, and read her commentary on his memming (???) of her.

(I'm so freakin' confused. I can't even imagine what you must feel like.)

Anyway, if you're still with me, here are my replies to his memery:

Stu:

I'm honored to be tagged. I'm new to this "meme" stuff - I'm hopelessly outdated. Do I now have to tag someone, also?

In any case, replies:

1 - I have not yet used your recipe. When I do, I'll certainly tell you.

2 - Do you mean at home? Or do you mean that I shouldn't use the term "MY WIFE" in my blog? I suspect you mean the former, so I'll do it - starting today. Remind me next week and I'll at least tell you about it. If it leads to anything truly funny, I'll blog it.

3 - I once ordered softball uniforms in colors close to these for a team I was manager of and I thought they were unique and cool. I was the only guy who liked them.

I get TOO MUCH sun, Stu. I come from northern stock; the lands of ice and snow. We come equipped with skins that do not get brown and pretty, but only turn red and painful when our meager supplies of melanin are screwed with.

Actually, I had an extremely serious sunburn (2nd degree burns over about 90% of my body) when I was a young teen. Ever since then, I've never worn shorts outside and I always use block.

4 & 6 - So I'm a condor with candor?

7 - I never went to college, my friend. Actually, I went to Harvard and Columbia, but those are just the names of stops on the T (Boston's public transit system.)

8 - My favorite Billy Joel song. However, does this mean you think I stay home and masturbate? I refuse to dignify such truth with a reply!

Stu expanded the challenge outlined in number two, by the way. He challenged me not only to not say MY WIFE's name for a week, but to only use each substitute (i.e., HONEY; SWEETIE; MON PETITE MARMOSET) once and never again.

I'm here to tell you that I failed utterly, completely and miserably. See, I knew I could make the original challenge, no sweat, because we both rarely use each other's names in conversation with each other. However, when he expanded the challenge, I pretty much knew it was a lost cause. This is because we do talk to each other quite a bit (well, duh, Jim - there's the challenge aspect of the whole thing, don't you see?) and if I'd be saying stuff like, "Pass the salt, Sweet Dumpling", I'd just fall on the floor giggling and the jig would be up.

See, I'm a lousy actor. I can't keep a straight face for very long at all. I'm just fine when there's a microphone in front of me and I'm by myself in a little room, reading a script, but put someone else in front of me and try to have me read the same stuff and I'm just as likely to break up on the first twelve takes. So, no go, Stu. Sorry.

Anyway, if you'd like to participate in this meme stuff - maybe it's pronounced Me!Me! - I really can't say that I care for any word that it isn't readily obvious how you might pronounce it, no matter how much fun the game can be - then just leave a comment to this blog entry and I'll do to you what Stu did to me.

Whatever the hell that might have been.