December 09, 2007
I meme, you meme, he/she/it memes
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Oyvez, he's done it again ! ! ! But I am flattered, and must also confess that he's passed along another good one, this time a "thinker," the true essence of any good meme.
It appears the goal here is to cast this multi-authored tome in a multitude of directions in hopes of getting it to go viral on one or more tracks. I am seventh in line as it comes to me. Mathman appears twice so far as he was the meat in a meme sandwich (a testament to just how ka-raazy this thing could get).
We begin:
I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)
"That's strange," I said out loud to no one in particular. My fingers slowly reached towards the jar again. My body experienced a wave of apprehension as weighted blanket covering me as I did so. The jar was completely frozen.
I picked it up and stared at it, my fingers stung with little knives of chill. "What the..." again I spoke aloud. Then I realized what had happened with a shock. Suddenly the jar flew from my hand. It shattered creating a collage-like mixture of frozen applesauce and glass shards on my kitchen floor, the lid lazily rolling to a stop across the room. (FranIam)
I stood for a moment considering what all this meant. Oh, I knew what it meant, I didn’t need to waste time thinking about it. He was back. And he was mad.
I ran down the hallway and flung open the door at the end. I was immediately hit with a blast of cold. I took a step back as I tried to catch my breath. I bent over, hands on my knees panting. He always had this remarkable effect on me. After so much time, it no longer scared me, but it was a shock nonetheless……
“You know,” I panted, “There’s no need to break things to get my attention.” (Politits)
I woke up in the same position as in my dream, on my knees. I was sweating even though the room was freezing. (Mathman6293)
I was used to the house being quite cold in the mornings, as the night log usually burns out around one a.m. when I am dreaming cozily under my covers, not normally waking to put a new one on until morning. I was surprised because on the rare occasions that it actually had reached sub-freezing temperatures in the house, I had awakened in the night to restart the fire. I would have been worried about the pipes before P-Day, but there hadn’t been running water in two years and that was one of the few advantages to being dependent on rainwater, no pipes. (Freida Bee)
The nightmares began during the following spring. The apple trees came to life in my dreams. At first the trees spoke and I thought they were amusing. That changed when the messages arrived. Lately, their anger was directed at me. (Mathman6293)
There is only one thing to which I can attribute this shift. Since the shock wore off of realizing that Coker's P-Day "festivities" had split me into two identical, morphable beings (what did it take - two, three weeks?), I spend much of my time trying to advance to the simultaneous rather than the sequential. I haven't progressed to an understanding of the chronological differences of the continua, nor am I absolutely sure there are just the two. But from everything he's displayed to this point I know Coker can't be happy that I am making progress, and so it appears that somehow he's broken through and is giving me shit during the only time I can recharge. I've got to find a place where I can focus one hundred percent. This cold weather combined with a slowly increasing Green Time isn't helping.
How many more are there like him? And are all of them as paranoid about their power? Surely there's an individual out there, a collective perhaps, that's hip to newbies and sees spreading the knowledge of the planes as the only way back to sanity, the only way toward the sublime society that Vandreau advocated for so many years before the fucking wheels fell off. (O' Tim)
And so on to the writers:
Miz UV
Jefe
Teacake
Joe (you owe me two now)
Don
.
Oyvez, he's done it again ! ! ! But I am flattered, and must also confess that he's passed along another good one, this time a "thinker," the true essence of any good meme.
It appears the goal here is to cast this multi-authored tome in a multitude of directions in hopes of getting it to go viral on one or more tracks. I am seventh in line as it comes to me. Mathman appears twice so far as he was the meat in a meme sandwich (a testament to just how ka-raazy this thing could get).
We begin:
I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)
"That's strange," I said out loud to no one in particular. My fingers slowly reached towards the jar again. My body experienced a wave of apprehension as weighted blanket covering me as I did so. The jar was completely frozen.
I picked it up and stared at it, my fingers stung with little knives of chill. "What the..." again I spoke aloud. Then I realized what had happened with a shock. Suddenly the jar flew from my hand. It shattered creating a collage-like mixture of frozen applesauce and glass shards on my kitchen floor, the lid lazily rolling to a stop across the room. (FranIam)
I stood for a moment considering what all this meant. Oh, I knew what it meant, I didn’t need to waste time thinking about it. He was back. And he was mad.
I ran down the hallway and flung open the door at the end. I was immediately hit with a blast of cold. I took a step back as I tried to catch my breath. I bent over, hands on my knees panting. He always had this remarkable effect on me. After so much time, it no longer scared me, but it was a shock nonetheless……
“You know,” I panted, “There’s no need to break things to get my attention.” (Politits)
I woke up in the same position as in my dream, on my knees. I was sweating even though the room was freezing. (Mathman6293)
I was used to the house being quite cold in the mornings, as the night log usually burns out around one a.m. when I am dreaming cozily under my covers, not normally waking to put a new one on until morning. I was surprised because on the rare occasions that it actually had reached sub-freezing temperatures in the house, I had awakened in the night to restart the fire. I would have been worried about the pipes before P-Day, but there hadn’t been running water in two years and that was one of the few advantages to being dependent on rainwater, no pipes. (Freida Bee)
The nightmares began during the following spring. The apple trees came to life in my dreams. At first the trees spoke and I thought they were amusing. That changed when the messages arrived. Lately, their anger was directed at me. (Mathman6293)
There is only one thing to which I can attribute this shift. Since the shock wore off of realizing that Coker's P-Day "festivities" had split me into two identical, morphable beings (what did it take - two, three weeks?), I spend much of my time trying to advance to the simultaneous rather than the sequential. I haven't progressed to an understanding of the chronological differences of the continua, nor am I absolutely sure there are just the two. But from everything he's displayed to this point I know Coker can't be happy that I am making progress, and so it appears that somehow he's broken through and is giving me shit during the only time I can recharge. I've got to find a place where I can focus one hundred percent. This cold weather combined with a slowly increasing Green Time isn't helping.
How many more are there like him? And are all of them as paranoid about their power? Surely there's an individual out there, a collective perhaps, that's hip to newbies and sees spreading the knowledge of the planes as the only way back to sanity, the only way toward the sublime society that Vandreau advocated for so many years before the fucking wheels fell off. (O' Tim)
And so on to the writers:
Miz UV
Jefe
Teacake
Joe (you owe me two now)
Don
.
Labels: memes, random, writing
November 09, 2007
10 Random Things
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Mathman has tag-ed me.
1.0 Random Things About Me:
0.1 - I am fascinated by the "celebrities die in threes" thing.
0.2 - I restrung my guitar but broke the #6 E, so I salvaged the very dull old one and it sounded funny with the crispy new ones. All is well now except for having a pack of five strings.
0.3 - I dreamed about strangling W last night.
0.4 - Max giggled a lot today and it made me very happy.
0.5 - I wonder about what to do with all my cassette tapes.
0.6 - I don't worry about financial security but sometimes I feel that I should.
0.7 - I can't remember the last time I rode my mountain bike, or where I rode. That bums me out.
0.8 - I saw an old friend today and we're going to go mountain biking on Sunday. That makes me happy.
0.9 - I hate that W is a mountain biker.
1.0 - I am addicted to cheese
Normally I'm not a tag-er but I'm in the mood to find out things about: Cheezy , JennyJinx , Joe the Troll and my Bunches
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Mathman has tag-ed me.
1.0 Random Things About Me:
0.1 - I am fascinated by the "celebrities die in threes" thing.
0.2 - I restrung my guitar but broke the #6 E, so I salvaged the very dull old one and it sounded funny with the crispy new ones. All is well now except for having a pack of five strings.
0.3 - I dreamed about strangling W last night.
0.4 - Max giggled a lot today and it made me very happy.
0.5 - I wonder about what to do with all my cassette tapes.
0.6 - I don't worry about financial security but sometimes I feel that I should.
0.7 - I can't remember the last time I rode my mountain bike, or where I rode. That bums me out.
0.8 - I saw an old friend today and we're going to go mountain biking on Sunday. That makes me happy.
0.9 - I hate that W is a mountain biker.
1.0 - I am addicted to cheese
Normally I'm not a tag-er but I'm in the mood to find out things about: Cheezy , JennyJinx , Joe the Troll and my Bunches
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Labels: facts, fun, fun facts, guitar, me, memes, random
