Mememememe Nonononono
Apr. 22nd, 2008 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There's a meme going about--as memes do--that consists largely of questions about one's sex life.
Clearly I'm not doing it here and now.
Several friends have taken the plunge, such as it is, and usually under a friends lock, so in theory I could do the survey and Mother wouldn't see it. Good for them, I'm happy to learn things. No big deal, clearly.
There are lots of memes I don't perpetuate, for a variety of reasons. Anything involving putting your iPod on shuffle is an automatic disqualification, for I have yet to enter the portable shuffle age. Closing my eyes and fumbling CDs off the shelf doesn't have quite the same convenience factor, and they're in alphabetical order so it would hardly be random. Any further effort hardly seems worth it.
Some memes are just too damn long, and would chew into valuable ranting time.
Some involve fandoms of which I am not a part. What Lord of the Rings or Winneh the Pooh character am I? Maybe I'm an Ent. Maybe I'm Eeyore. I don't know and I don't care. I seriously doubt the world is poorer for my lack of participation.
Anything involving games is generally without point. If I believe that I am Lawful Evil then so be it. No anonymous pimply-faced youth in suburban Denver is going to tell me otherwise. And am I really a level 6 Warrior-Mage-Bard with chaotic tendencies, a +5 dessert spoon, and a magical tortoise? Gosh, clearly it's time to update my resume.
What breakfast am I? We've played this one on our cats and have established that Pumpkin is Froot Loops, Princess is smoked kippers, and Cally is the fresh steaming livers of her enemies. My personal status first thing in the morning is not a subject for polite conversation (hello femmeconners).
I do enjoy the name-based ones. "Stephanie is a danger to society" or "Start your day with a Stephanie. Mmmm, fresh!" mainly for the opportunity for snappy commentary. I like doing snappy commentary :-)
Others I'll do on a Whim. How many 5-year-olds could I take on in a fight? Now *that* I'd dearly like to know.
Few memes incite in me an emotional response, but for some reason my internal refusals to do the sex-life questionnaire (one for each time I've read a friend's responses) have escalated to something approaching phonespam-rejection status ("Go AWAY!").
Is it the Catholic thing *shakes fist at long-departed nuns*? The lack of interesting things to report? A simple discovery of personal boundaries? I'm not entirely sure.
Clearly I'm not doing it here and now.
Several friends have taken the plunge, such as it is, and usually under a friends lock, so in theory I could do the survey and Mother wouldn't see it. Good for them, I'm happy to learn things. No big deal, clearly.
There are lots of memes I don't perpetuate, for a variety of reasons. Anything involving putting your iPod on shuffle is an automatic disqualification, for I have yet to enter the portable shuffle age. Closing my eyes and fumbling CDs off the shelf doesn't have quite the same convenience factor, and they're in alphabetical order so it would hardly be random. Any further effort hardly seems worth it.
Some memes are just too damn long, and would chew into valuable ranting time.
Some involve fandoms of which I am not a part. What Lord of the Rings or Winneh the Pooh character am I? Maybe I'm an Ent. Maybe I'm Eeyore. I don't know and I don't care. I seriously doubt the world is poorer for my lack of participation.
Anything involving games is generally without point. If I believe that I am Lawful Evil then so be it. No anonymous pimply-faced youth in suburban Denver is going to tell me otherwise. And am I really a level 6 Warrior-Mage-Bard with chaotic tendencies, a +5 dessert spoon, and a magical tortoise? Gosh, clearly it's time to update my resume.
What breakfast am I? We've played this one on our cats and have established that Pumpkin is Froot Loops, Princess is smoked kippers, and Cally is the fresh steaming livers of her enemies. My personal status first thing in the morning is not a subject for polite conversation (hello femmeconners).
I do enjoy the name-based ones. "Stephanie is a danger to society" or "Start your day with a Stephanie. Mmmm, fresh!" mainly for the opportunity for snappy commentary. I like doing snappy commentary :-)
Others I'll do on a Whim. How many 5-year-olds could I take on in a fight? Now *that* I'd dearly like to know.
Few memes incite in me an emotional response, but for some reason my internal refusals to do the sex-life questionnaire (one for each time I've read a friend's responses) have escalated to something approaching phonespam-rejection status ("Go AWAY!").
Is it the Catholic thing *shakes fist at long-departed nuns*? The lack of interesting things to report? A simple discovery of personal boundaries? I'm not entirely sure.
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Date: 2008-04-22 04:07 am (UTC)I've grown out of posting "what so-and-so are you" results for the most part, mainly because the hideous spelling in them shits me off no end. I may post them just to ridicule the spelling.
I really need a "meme sheep" icon.
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Date: 2008-04-22 04:55 am (UTC)but seriously, I don't care if people gave up on memes entirely. I'd quite happily read a meme free flist, so I appreciate you limiting the ones that you post! I don't think I've tried very many of the ones that crop up from time to time (how many five year olds can I defeat? who cares. I've survived two already, and have no desire to survive more than the one I already have prepped)
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Date: 2008-04-22 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-22 08:26 am (UTC)If it is, your inner lapsed catholic is a different beasty to my own. My single reason for not answering them (and on a broad filter at that) is my respect for
Most people are aware that we've been together a verrry long time, which makes it a bit hard to say anything about me without implying things about her. And that's not my call to make.
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Date: 2008-04-22 03:08 pm (UTC)