The meme is one of those Internet chain letter, forward to 10 friends, kinds of things. Tell 25 facts about yourself and pass it on. That’s a meme. I’m the meme killer. I am a curmudgeon; memes feel like a time eater to a person with not much time to spare. When I get one, I just ignore it. People must love doing them, however, because they continue to circulate.
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The meme is every blogger’s godsend — a snow day, a crackerjack prize, a get out of jail free card for those days when there’s nothing in the idea tank and the feeling of putting word to screen is more of a chore than a pleasure. I love memes.
A meme is a meme only if and when it spreads. Until then, it’s information or a cheeky request for same. I receive a lot of those insidious e-mails, the ones that set out to Spread the Meme, and I see it as my duty to stop them in their tracks.
A meme is every blogger’s want to do that. but I can’t putting words in the right place.
If I send a meme to you, does that make it a youyou or a wewe?
I’d rather not know. I’m a firm believer in starving the thing to death.
Careful what you start
It was feeling so tired and stretched.
‘A meme is like a virus,’ Roger explained.
‘For real, said the little boy?
‘No, it’s just a way of speaking. You can post the first message.’
And so it grew and grew
Grown-up, Mark pressed the button that wrestled the internet back.