I've been "memed." Which isn't like being "slimed" in the old Ghostbusters movies. (Hmmmm...am I the only one who's surprised Hollywood hasn't remade those yet?) No, being memed is a good thing, provided you've got time for a little literary silliness. And I always try to make time for that.
I'm not really up on these "meme" things, actually, but as best I can make out they're the online equivalent of a Chinese fire drill...one you can be drafted into. And literary Web maven Marshal Zeringue has drafted me. Now I'm supposed to grab the nearest book and let you know what the sixth, seventh and eighth lines are on page 123.
There's only one problem, and I'm totally not joking here, folks. The nearest book to me is the magnum opus Pooh and the Dragon, which my 4-year-old daughter left on my desk yesterday. As you might expect, there is no page 123. In fact, the thing's so short, it doesn't even have page numbers. So I'll just hit you with lines six through eight of the whole thing.
"No, we weren't scared," Roo giggled. "Why would we be?" He yawned.
Going slightly further afield -- like an extra six inches away on my desk -- is a book with both the prerequisite number of pages and a slightly more worldly vibe. That book being The Killer Inside Me by Jim Thompson. I just finished reading it a couple days ago, and let me tell you -- it's no Pooh and the Dragon. And I mean that in the best possible way.
Here's what's meme-able from the book.
"You hurt me."
"I did?" I said. "Gosh, I'm sorry, honey."
Not so scintillating stuff! Which is a shame, because this book has some killer lines in it. Oh, well. Ours is not to wonder why, ours is but to meme or die.
Speaking of which, like an online Typhoid Mary, I'm now supposed to pass the meme on to my friends. (Short aside. At my high school, the following words were painted on the gym wall: "SCHOOL SPIRIT IS CONTAGIOUS...LET'S HAVE AN EPIDEMIC!" Needless to say, I was the sort of kid who had no problem thinking of "school spirit" as an infectious disease, and I managed to remain safely inoculated all the way through graduation.)
Here's who I'm tagging:
(I would've included my gal pal Sophie Littlefield, but it looks like she memed herself. Which is condemned by the Vatican, I think. Oh, and sorry for using the term "gal pal." I worked for People magazine one summer, and ever since I can't get that phrase out of my head.)
Sorry if this messes with your busy day, Kevin, Brett, John, Ed and Steven. But as the old saying goes: "Meme spirit is contagious...let's have an epidemic!"
April 23, 2008