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MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!

Okay, so my lovely Gradon, my friend Shelley, and my friend Mike have all challenged me to do blog memes.

I don’t generally DO blog memes, mostly because I think starting with memes is like calling up an Amway salesperson and requesting to buy a single product, or doing the initial offer with Columbia House.

Suddenly you become a giant meme target, and there’s pressure on you to do more, and then your life isn’t your OWN.

Okay, that’s not really true, but still.

People tell me I am a giant hypocrite because my Love Lists could be classified as memes. To them I say, “Giant? What are you trying to say about my ass?”

I am only doing these two because a) Gradon is Gradon; and b) Shelley just got engaged, who am I to take away from her joy? and c) Mike is really persistent and will haunt me to my death until I do it.

Okay, the first one was for Gradon and Shelley. The challenge was to show off the sixth photo on the sixth page of my Flickr account (where I store photos online.) Here it is:

Awww.

It’s been on my blog before, this shot, but AWWWWW. There he is, the man who challenged me to do this. He’s awfully dear. I like him a great deal. May I have your air miles so I can go see him for free? Thank you!

The next meme requires me to mention seven random or weird things about me.

Um.

WHAT ELSE HAS MY BLOG BEEN ABOUT?!? Is there anything LEFT?!

But here, I’ll try:

1. I have chipped my two front teeth twice on karaoke microphones, on two different occasions.

2. I never remember to eat leftovers, no matter how yummy they may be, or if I am starving for something. Out of sight, out of mind. It’s now to the point where I’ll mention them to Catherine, so at least SOMEONE can benefit. She’ll remember. Otherwise? Certain abandonment.

3. I like to crank up the fireplace and open my deck door, because the combination of a blast of warm air and the fresh cool air fighting in my living room is PERFECTION.

4. I don’t really like talking on the phone. Not because I don’t enjoy talking to people, but because the phone misses so much of the nuance and body language that I enjoy in conversation. I prefer face-to-face talking, or texting. I love texting. I make an exception to all of this for a) Gradon b) my parents c) my long distance friends or d) clients (but I prefer emails there.) Or phone calls under ten minutes in length. I know. Weirdo. All that said, apparently I am fun on the phone. Huh.

5. I hate it when people spell my name wrong in emails when it’s RIGHT THERE (my full name, not Meg. Meg is hard to screw up.) I long ago learned to be okay with “Megan” (Meggin) when it’s actually “Meaghan” (Mee-gan) in speech, but HEY, THE PROPER SPELLING IS RIGHT THERE. I know “Meg” sounds like it would come from “Megan”, too. But in an email? NO EXCUSE. So in response — sometimes, not always — I’ll find a way to subtly misspell their name in my reply (if possible) to see if they get confused. 75% spell it properly thereafter. What do you mean, I have too much time on my hands?

6. I will only drink Coke Slurpees, within the greater Slurpee family. All the rest are gag-worthy.

7. I have a semi-giant phobia of food poisoning and gastrointestinal ailments. I used to get horrible stomach pains from stress or excitement (still do at times), and I think now that’s the kind of pain I dread more than any other. Though I am sure there are worse pains, that’s my “PLEASE, NO!” pain. And I’ve had a lot of pains to choose from. And have BEEN a pain. And AM a pain. But if food does not look or smell EXACTLY like I think it should? No go. This may be connected to #2 in this list.

I’m not tagging anyone else to do a meme. That’s where I draw the line.

Because a line must be drawn somewhere! Like down the middle of roads! And on measuring cups! And on the floors of gymnasiums!

Imagine life without THOSE lines.

That’s right.

But hasn’t this been fun?

MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!