Should have put this up a long time ago: The
Song Chart Meme.
By flickr user xianjessen.
We need a better word for "meme." It's not a good word, apologies to Dawkins. When
read, it looks like "me, me," which may be appropriate but isn't flattering. When
spoken aloud, it sounds like half a word (since it's based on the Greek
mimeme, I guess it is).
Besides, the blog version of a "meme" is not really a contagious idea. It's a chain
letter that's had the most irritating parts (the superstitious promise of good luck
coupled with a veiled threat of catastrophe) removed, replacing those with the
digital equivalent of a rapport-building exercise. That's not a meme, it's a
well-meaning pyramid scam. Maybe we could call it a 411-9? (Yeah, if we wanted to
restrict its audience to obscure wordplay.)
On the other hand, it's kind of clumsy to say "Lance
just hit me with a well-meaning pyramid scam:"
Here are the rules: Eight random facts or interesting lies about yourself. Send me
the link to your post when you're done. Tag 8 more people. Drop a comment on their
blog to let them know they've been tagged. Don't sit by your maibox waiting for
thank you notes from those you've tagged.
- I went to GMU with my Communication major declared from the start, but I didn't
really decide to become a writer until my third or fourth year. Before that, I wanted
to work for the Travel Channel. I thought I'd make a good host.
- It's not that I hate children. It's that I don't like people, and
children just embody most of the things I don't like about them.
- Belle made me take one of those Myers-Briggs personality tests a couple of weeks
back, and I came up INTJ. She had trouble understanding the introspective component
until she saw me at a work party a few days later, and whenever she glanced over I
was standing by myself--usually next to one of the food tables. Awkward and lurking,
- I played clarinet in middle school and high school band. I was a decent player,
but it was all thanks to my ear--I never really practiced. I think that might be the
first instrument that I was formally trained to play, that or piano. I still have the
clarinet, which was a decent wooden model instead of the usual resin-molded starter
instrument. I like keeping it, even if I don't play so well any more, because I grew
up in a house filled with instruments, and I'd like to have that myself. It feels
very inviting to me. Both my parents were brass players in college, and my dad worked
as an instrument repairman for a time. We had a bassoon hanging over the stairs in
our townhouse, which I thought was really cool.
- I am not a frakkin' cylon.
- Most people who know me know that I don't drink as a matter of habit. But I only
recently loosened up to the point where I'll use alcohol--usually white wine--for
cooking, even though the heat evaporates all the alcohol right out. It still kind of
gives me the creeps, but the flavors are rich enough that I can suppress those
feelings while I eat.
- I'm the youngest person in my division. I might be the youngest
person in my vice presidency. Luckily, I doubt that I am the youngest
person at the World Bank.
- I do think that European Nutella is better than the American, despite
to the contrary.
Do I even know eight people who will do something like this? Eight people
online, who are both willing to do it and know I'm alive? Let's find out.
Here's a tag for Wheat, Brinstar, Josh, Athenae (that's a long shot), Corvus (and/or Rachel), Dan, Orac, and Deacon.
I saw this on Kung Fu Monkey, but apparently it's spread to the game blog
networks, and Brinstar tagged me. The goal is to write five things
other people don't know about me. I'm re-introducing the variation
that one of them is a lie.
- I'm intensely insectophobic. Cockroaches especially make me queasy.
Despite this fact, I rented Mimic while I was in college, based on
its entry on script-o-rama.com. It was a mistake on many levels.
- I have saved the same My Documents folder since I bought my first
laptop in high school seven years ago. I still have the laptop, but the
folder itself moved when I built a desktop machine a few years back. I
rarely delete anything from it, and it still contains (surprisingly,
because I'm not usually so organized) all of my undergrad writing
assignments and (even more surprising) the essays I wrote for my college
applications. I'm scared to go back and look at any of it.
- I actually love to cook, and consider myself a tolerably good amateur
chef--although some of my skills have gotten rusty of late. My main
weakness is that I overseason everything, due to a weak sense of smell and
a lack of subtlety. I own one really good knife, necessary for any good
kitchen, and I annoy Belle by refusing to let her handle it.
- I had one of my first summer jobs at a small potato chip maker in the
Shenandoah Valley. I only worked in the office, but to this day I can't
eat potato chips. Even just the smell gets to me. This makes parties a
little bit awkward. I did walk away with a secret recipe for barbecue
- One of my long-time musical dreams is to write a rock opera about a
boy whose girlfriend runs away with the circus, and who has to take a road
trip to find her. Astonishingly, I have usually put this off due to not
only its difficulty, but also because it is too pretentious for even me.
I don't usually do memes or tagging. If you want, tag yourself on my
behalf in comments.