Thursday, June 23, 2005
I've Been Tagged By El Capitan!
Until a few minutes ago, I'd never heard of a "meme." I still don't know just what the hell it is, but it seems my good phriend El Capitan has tagged me with one. I'm it.
Near as I can tell, it has something to do with blathering on the same topic the tagger has just blathered upon, and his meme tagger before him, and his before him, ad infinitum. Get enough memes going, I'm guessing we could blather our ways right into blog gridlock, or "bloglock," on the ol' information superhighway. Since I don't want to be the first rubbernecker to jam things up, let's move ahead with:
"Five things society at large enjoys, but that I just don't get..."
1) Rubberneckers: Maybe I'm a little jaded because of my history, but I don't get what is so fascinating about a fender-bender. Hell, it doesn't even have to be an accident. Just let some guy get a flat and pull off to the side of the freeway, and you'd think there was three-car-fiery-catastrophe-complete-with-decapitations-full on car wreck. You creep along for 10 minutes, screwing up your day and your attitude, only to find that it's some poor bastard changing a tire. On the opposite side of the freeway. Nothing to see, no obstruction, just lot of stupid assholes who are evidently in no hurry to get anywhere.
2) Entertainment News: Do I look like I give a flying cow-cookie about who Tom Cruise is dating, or whether Lindsay Lohan is too thin, what the hell Johnny Depp was wearing on Tuesday, or whether a photographer got a picture of Cameron Diaz without her makeup?
3) War Critics: How long do we have to continue hearing about how the President misled us into war? Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. Hell, I don't know. Here's a solution: Shut the fuck up and tell us how to get out of it, not how we got in it. You're beginning to bore the hell out of me.
4) Gigantic Pickup Trucks: OK, I get it if you own a fifth-wheel travel trailer, or have to haul welding equipment or livestock all over the place, but what's with these dudes who buy those huge Ford F350 Power Stroke Diesel trucks, then drive them to their jobs down at the accounting firm? Are they maybe compensating for something? I'd love to work at fast food drive up window when one of those things pulls up: "You want some fries to go with your extra-small penis, sir?"
5) Homeowner's Associations: I only need you so my neighbor won't put a broken down car on blocks in his yard, or a worn-out couch on his porch. I don't need you to tell me what tree I can plant, or what color my house can be, and I damn sure don't need you to send me a warning when I've left my dumpster out three minutes past the deadline on trash day. For this I pay $500 per year?
TAG! You're it!
Arizona Cheesehead
Wastnawa
A Day In The Life
Drifty the Gypsy
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Near as I can tell, it has something to do with blathering on the same topic the tagger has just blathered upon, and his meme tagger before him, and his before him, ad infinitum. Get enough memes going, I'm guessing we could blather our ways right into blog gridlock, or "bloglock," on the ol' information superhighway. Since I don't want to be the first rubbernecker to jam things up, let's move ahead with:
"Five things society at large enjoys, but that I just don't get..."
1) Rubberneckers: Maybe I'm a little jaded because of my history, but I don't get what is so fascinating about a fender-bender. Hell, it doesn't even have to be an accident. Just let some guy get a flat and pull off to the side of the freeway, and you'd think there was three-car-fiery-catastrophe-complete-with-decapitations-full on car wreck. You creep along for 10 minutes, screwing up your day and your attitude, only to find that it's some poor bastard changing a tire. On the opposite side of the freeway. Nothing to see, no obstruction, just lot of stupid assholes who are evidently in no hurry to get anywhere.
2) Entertainment News: Do I look like I give a flying cow-cookie about who Tom Cruise is dating, or whether Lindsay Lohan is too thin, what the hell Johnny Depp was wearing on Tuesday, or whether a photographer got a picture of Cameron Diaz without her makeup?
3) War Critics: How long do we have to continue hearing about how the President misled us into war? Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. Hell, I don't know. Here's a solution: Shut the fuck up and tell us how to get out of it, not how we got in it. You're beginning to bore the hell out of me.
4) Gigantic Pickup Trucks: OK, I get it if you own a fifth-wheel travel trailer, or have to haul welding equipment or livestock all over the place, but what's with these dudes who buy those huge Ford F350 Power Stroke Diesel trucks, then drive them to their jobs down at the accounting firm? Are they maybe compensating for something? I'd love to work at fast food drive up window when one of those things pulls up: "You want some fries to go with your extra-small penis, sir?"
5) Homeowner's Associations: I only need you so my neighbor won't put a broken down car on blocks in his yard, or a worn-out couch on his porch. I don't need you to tell me what tree I can plant, or what color my house can be, and I damn sure don't need you to send me a warning when I've left my dumpster out three minutes past the deadline on trash day. For this I pay $500 per year?
TAG! You're it!
Arizona Cheesehead
Wastnawa
A Day In The Life
Drifty the Gypsy
