It is always fun to learn a downfall of another person, so I’ll admit something for you guys: I didn’t actually know what “meme” meant.
Maybe I did know at some point, but when I thought about it…I realized I couldn’t describe exactly what it was. I think I have always used the term to describe an icon or an avatar, honestly. Like a kind of visual metaphor: it describes something.
So, today I was reading a blog by DebOnTheRocks, and she said, “Susan Goldberg tagged me in an old school meme that is snaking around, and I’m down. Memes are so me.”
But there was no picture…no gif.
There was no .gif! None!!
And all of a sudden I realized that I had never actually looked up the definition of “meme”:
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an element of a culture or system of behavior that may be considered to be passed from one individual to another by nongenetic means, especially imitation.
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2. a humorous image, video, piece of text, etc. that is copied (often with slight variations) and spread rapidly by Internet users
Huh. Well, there ya go.
On to the old school meme!
Not that Old School.
5 Pretty Random Things About Me:
1. I went to clubs in SanFrancisco with Ben before kids. They were goth clubs (I know, hold your shock). I still have the latex outfits that absolutely don’t fit me anymore; although, my cat tore up the pvc skirt I had for some reason. Those were fun times, and I think fondly of one of the clubs we went to which shall not be named, and doesn’t exist anymore anyway. But it was awesome. Very interesting. There were midgets upstairs…nice folks.
2. I stopped cutting my hair short in high school. I just got tired of bad haircuts, so I stopped going in to get my hair cut. At one point my hair was so long that when I would do the laundry, I would actually be throwing my hair into the dryer with the clothes. That got annoying, so I did cut it a bit after that. I still don’t know what to do with my bangs.
3. I will never get into sports. I have tried watching football, baseball, water polo, table tennis…heck, I even tried watching soccer once. I find myself covertly switching the channel to CSPN2 to watch authors dryly talk about their books and completely forget about the sports I was trying to pay attention to. I just don’t care about sports. At all. It’s like watching someone else eat something great: I am sure it is a lot of fun for them, but I’m just sitting here watching you eat. That’s not much fun.
4. I completely believe in prophetic dreams, but I never tell anyone about them besides Ben because I don’t like listening to skeptical comments. How’s that for building walls? I’ve had prophetic dreams for eons, but if the message isn’t for anybody else but me, then I just don’t see the point in sharing them with anybody else. But besides that, they are always interesting. You can certainly learn a lot from quietly listening and paying attention.
5. I have about 5 pairs of shoes, heels included. I only need them for leaving the house…otherwise, why wear shoes? I like being barefoot much better, and if I could get away with shopping at Costco barefoot, I totally would.
The Platypus Directive 
I’m with you 100% on #3 — loved the way you described it as fun for them. Watching sports puts me to sleep. Have been known to sit on the same couch as a guy watching sports and read a book, though.