Not big on these meme things, generally. Mostly because, though I know they’re probably pronounced ‘meem’, I always want to pronounce them ‘memmy’, and then I start singing like Al Jolson in my head, and then I forget to write anything fullstop, because the little writer in my head has been replaced with a kneeling figure, doing jazz hands and singing ‘how I love ya how I love ya, my dear old meme…‘ and then I get all conflicted because my little inner writer turned little inner Jolson should be wearing minstrel make-up, but because I find the very thought abhorrent, it’s just me in a suit and with the jazz hands and an enormous ‘fro, and to be honest, the suit doesn’t really suit me, and I don’t know any more of the words after ‘a million miles for one of your smiles … meme…‘ so it all sort of peters out and my little inner Al is left looking a bit of a pillock, and I then feel too sad to write.
However, I’m training myself to pronounce it ‘meem‘ so that that simply doesn’t happen any more, although to be frank I’m not sure that means I’ll do them any more frequently.
Sometimes, however, neccessity dictates that the devil drives. Or something. Well, I mean, in some ways he’d have to anyway, because I can’t. Drive, I mean. But, needs must, and neccissity is a motherfucker when the devil drives idle hand inventions. I think. Point is:
I’ve been pootling about the internet looking for memes that will fill the void left where my writing brain should be. I don’t know where it’s gone. Although I think it might have just fallen into the same hole as my weekend, which seems to have moved seamlessly from large party to hangover to sunday night blues.
But what meme? (How I love ya, how I love ya - stoppit) what meme should I do?
Well, I had a little look around, and having decided that following Mike’s example and doing the ‘this is my desk” thing was a bit of a non starter, my not having a desk at home and that (although I did have a bit of a go, which you can see here, if you’ve really nothing better to do. I clearly haven’t) I decided instead to follow Clair’s example. And do some kind of self-consuming desperate googlism. I don’t mean she was desperate to do it. I mean I am.
Ahem.
I typed “Anna needs” into google. Apparently…
Anna needs to be excused from class today: Top google result. This was actually me. I mean, this was actually from my site. You people clearly know too much about my needs already. Sorry about that. Still, I can’t think of a more fitting phrase for a Sunday night, home of I-don’t-want-to-go-to-school-itis.
Anna needs all the support she can get right now: Oh dear, do I? More attention, really, than support, many would say.
Anna needs a feeling of success: Yeah. Who doesn’t? Oxygen, anyone?
Anna needs a fan club too: Yay!
Anna needs! Anna needs!: All right, already, calm down, calm down … most worryingly, this comes from a page on an adoption support website called “was our adoption a mistake?”. Sniff.
Anna needs to get the posters from Mike to Martha Clifford in the ME advising office for the FAC: Righty ho. Mike. Martha. Mmm-hm.
Anna needs more sophisticated drugs: Now we’re talking.
Anna needs you: This is true.
Anna needs whatever sense of humour works for her. Um. S’pose, yes. Is that not a good thing?
Anna needs to get off this silly little bicycle now. Memmy isn’t a very good colour on her That wasn’t on google. That was just me.
God, I hate Sunday nights. I hate them with a pissy pithy passion. There’s something doom-laden about them - even twelve years after secondary school is over.
HATE THEM. Whoops, caps lock.
Hate them.
You’d think after all that I would have found a point to get to, wouldn’t you?
Maybe I should go looking for more memes.
How we love them how we love them.
No. Something’s telling me that’s not a good idea.
I tell you what, when I find that point, I’ll be sure to hand it over.
Something tells me I should keep away from points.
Something tells me I already have.
Fucking Sunday nights.
Later:
Still bored.
I tell you what, though, I just tried typing Anna into google. I’m the 18th most popular Anna in the world!
Well, that filled 27 seconds, what shall we do now?
*Sigh*.
Might go and look for more memes.
God I hate them.
Sunday nights, I mean.
Hate’em.
I’m not keen on these meme things either, but I did the so-and-so needs one the other day. My results are here.
Comment by Pandammonium — 9 October, 2005 10:35 pm
I did this one as well, and it doesn’t make any of us come out very well.
Comment by schmutzie — 10 October, 2005 2:16 am
I did this one as well, and it doesn’t make any of us come out very well.
Comment by schmutzie — 10 October, 2005 2:16 am
there’s always the meme list ….
http://www.iampariah.com/memeslist/index.php
Comment by patricia — 10 October, 2005 5:54 am
Ok here’s one for next Sunday. Type your full name into the Google Image search. When I tried it with my real name apparently I was: (i) a fat American bloke with a moustache; (ii) a middle-aged blonde female author; (iii) and most worryingly a teenage synchronised swimming team,
Comment by Universal Soldier — 10 October, 2005 6:56 am
Yes, I know what you mean about the Sundays. There’s always something distinctly, I don’t know, homework-y about the whole affair.
The best way to combat it is to spend half an hour doing some Quite Hard Sums, then you feel much freer to get on with some more productive jobs, like watching that programme with Trevor Eve the name of which escapes me. But it’s very good.
I think I, in turn, am suffering from Monday-morning rambli-itis.
Carry on.
Comment by Léonie — 10 October, 2005 10:12 am
Yea, nice one Leonie - I’d swap Monday morning for Sunday night every time!
Comment by AndyB — 10 October, 2005 10:40 am
Sunday nights are actually ace. Scrapheap Challenge, Lost repeat and Waking the Dead. If Bremner hadn’t stopped being funny 10 years ago, it’d be near perfect.
When I had a 12 mile cycle to work in the morning and the weather forecast was cold wet and windy though, Sunday evening’s were incredibly depressing.
Comment by Phil Wills — 10 October, 2005 12:22 pm
I really enjoy Sundays a lot more since I started working from home on Fridays. I’m raring to go come Monday morning.
Comment by Rob McMinn — 10 October, 2005 1:14 pm
Waking the Dead. Thank you, Phil Wills.
Comment by Léonie — 10 October, 2005 1:18 pm
Dear Phil Wills,
Please stop commenting on my site and get someone to fix Vignette, I have work to do.
Thank you.
anna
Comment by anna — 10 October, 2005 1:22 pm
Oh dear, now the Protective Mother in me is jumping up and down and getting all worried about the fact that you do your blogging cross-legged on a sofa with your pooter on a pile of cushions…
[jumping up and down a bit]
Did your mummy never tell you about RSI? You can do yourself serious long-term damage! Let me tell you my girl, you’ll be sorry when your wrists get so painful you can’t even lift a bag of shopping…
[/jumping up and down a bit]
Ahem. But I won’t do that. That would be excessive.
Comment by Clare — 10 October, 2005 1:32 pm
Colin needs to ask the question, “In any case we might well ask how do we know if we have reached a point of worthiness or readiness to be included in the rapture?”
Best one!
Comment by fooyork — 10 October, 2005 8:47 pm
Who are the other 17?
Oh. Anna Kournikova, OK. Anna Freud, Anna Paquin, check.
What the heck is Anne Frank doing in there? WTF?
And I can’t believe that Anna Eshoo of the 14th Congressional DIstrict of California outscores you. I mean, Anna Kournikova is at least kind of hot so was always going to be a contender. But Anna Eshoo? (Twinned with Anna Gesundheit of the Pennsylvania sixth…)
Comment by Rob — 10 October, 2005 10:14 pm
Doing the keying-my-name-into-Google-image thing, I come up thirty-oneth. After an alderman from Lloydminster, Stickopolis, a plaque for a guy 53 years dead, and the entire Zeta Zeta chapter of Sigma Nu at Florida State University. Also, I seem to be the founder of Wisdom Highway, purveyors of Love Power so you can Feel Better Now. Um.
Comment by Rob — 10 October, 2005 10:28 pm
so does anyone actually know how to pronounce meme, it’s always bothered me.
Comment by Rowan — 11 October, 2005 4:48 pm
I enjoyed looking in the “Anna needs” section. I was told to type it into google and see what comes up. Then I was told to type it in again and click “I’m feeling lucky” instead of the normal search. This site came up. And I’ve enjoyed reading about your loathe for Sunday nights. I know how you feel
:-) Love Anna xxxx
Comment by Anna — 10 February, 2006 12:01 am