Are we really sure these should be called 'memes' - I mean really, are we?
Thursday, March 27th, 2003 01:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanFor want of inspiration, it's Kat's 'meme'
what do you laugh at in yourself?
I am a pretentious sod with very little to be pretentious about. I can't help it. It amuses me no end, and it's cheap. Tra-la.
what do you laugh at in other people?
Their pretentions. They're never as justified as mine. I can't stand hypocricy - though I am prepared to make an exception for myself. Having said all that, I often feel guilty over what amuses me about other people. I do try not to be cruel.
Picture this: for each what do you see?
Home
The Blue remembered hills - see memes passim
Countryside
Rolling hills, trees, streams, babbling brooks. A sylvan glade. No stinky pig shit, thank you.
Prison
My bank imbalance
Workplace
The Files
Oblige me by referring to the Files.
Every question man can raise,
Every phrase of every phase
Of that question is on record in the Files
(Threshed out threadbarefought and finished in the Files).
Ere the Universe at large
Was our new-tipped arrows’ targe
Ere we rediscovered Mammon and his wiles
Faenza, gentle reader, spent her five-and-twentieth leader
(You will find him, and some others, in the Files).
Warn all coming Robert Brownings and Carlyles,
It will interest them to hunt among the Files,
Where unvisited, a-cold,
Lie the crowded years of old
In that Kensall-Green of greatness called the Files
(In our newspaPère-la-Chaise the Office Files),
Where the dead men lay them down
Meekiy sure of long renown,
And above them, sere and swift,
Packs the daily deepening drift
Of the all-recording, all effacing Files
The obliterating, automatic Files.
Count the mighty men who slung
Ink, Evangel, Sword, or Tongue
When Reform and you were young
Made their boasts and spake according in the Files
(Hear the ghosts that wake applauding in the Files!)
Trace each all-forgot career
From long primer through brevier
Unto Death, a para minion in the Files
(Para minion solid bottom of the Files) . . . .
Some successful Kings and Queens adorn the Files.
They were great, their views were leaded,
And their deaths were tripleheaded,
So they catch the eye in running through the Files
(Show as blazes in the mazes of the Files);
For their paramours and priests,
And their gross, jack-booted feasts,
And their epoch-marking actions see the Files.
Was it Bomba fled the blue Sicilian isles?
Was it Saffi, a professor
Once of Oxford, brought redress or
Garibaldi? Who remembers
Forty-odd-year-old Septembers?
Only sextons paid to dig among the Files
(Such as I am, born and bred among the Files).
You must hack through much deposit
Ere you know for sure who was it
Came to burial with such honour in the Files
(Only seven seasons back beneath the Files).
Very great our loss and grievous
So our best and brightest leave us,
And it ends the Age of Giants, say the Files;
All the ’60’ 70’ 80’go Files
(The open-minded, opportunist Files
The easy O King, live for ever Files).
It is good to read a little in the Files;
’Tis a sure and sovereign balm
Unto philosophic calm,
Yea, and philosophic doubt when Life beguiles.
When you know Success is Greatness,
When you marvel at your lateness
In apprehending facts so plain to Smiles
(Selfhelpful, wholly strenuous Samuel Smiles).
When your Imp of Blind Desire
Bids you set the Thames afire,
You’ll remember men have done soin the Files.
You’ll have seen those flames transpirein the Files
(More than once that flood has run so in the Files).
When the Conchimarian horns
Of the reboantic Norns
Usher gentlemen and ladies
With new lights on Heaven and Hades,
Guaranteeing to Eternity
All yesterday’s modernity;
When Brocken-spectres made by
Some one’s breath on ink parade by,
Very earnest and tremendous,
Let not shows of shows offend us.
When of everything we like we
Shout ecstatic: Quod ubique,
Quod ab omnibus means semper!
Oh, my brother, keep your temper!
Light your pipe and take a look along the Files.
You’ve a better chance to guess
At the meaning of Success
(Which is Greatness vide press)
When you’ve seen it in perspective in the Files.
Does alcohol change you?
I get louder. And Gin really does depress me.
Do you bear grudges?
Nope. I can barely stay angry long enough to finish an argument.
Have you ever stopped talking for any length of time?
Probably not...
Nanotechnology - if it existed - would you use it?
Assuming I could find it...
What is the strongest memory conjured up by the thought of being in a crowd?
Panic. One illadvised new year's eve in Trafalgar Square. Never again. Ever.
Man is a mad animal - agree or disagree?
Man is a herd animal. He would be better scene but not herd.
Picture this: as before
Urban Living
Regent Street pre congestion charge
Party
Kitchens
Concert
21st Century Schizoid Band at QE Hall. Latest and best gig I've been to. Although Macca in '90 was groovy.
Safety
Illusion
Are you a fan of rude word animal - if so have you invented your own or adopted someone elses?
Oh yes. My favourite is jizzwhippet whoever came up with that, I thank you. I have never come up with one I like although chuffmonkey comes close. Or not.
Told you it was long.
Be warned next time.
what do you laugh at in yourself?
I am a pretentious sod with very little to be pretentious about. I can't help it. It amuses me no end, and it's cheap. Tra-la.
what do you laugh at in other people?
Their pretentions. They're never as justified as mine. I can't stand hypocricy - though I am prepared to make an exception for myself. Having said all that, I often feel guilty over what amuses me about other people. I do try not to be cruel.
Picture this: for each what do you see?
Home
The Blue remembered hills - see memes passim
Countryside
Rolling hills, trees, streams, babbling brooks. A sylvan glade. No stinky pig shit, thank you.
Prison
My bank imbalance
Workplace
The Files
Oblige me by referring to the Files.
Every question man can raise,
Every phrase of every phase
Of that question is on record in the Files
(Threshed out threadbarefought and finished in the Files).
Ere the Universe at large
Was our new-tipped arrows’ targe
Ere we rediscovered Mammon and his wiles
Faenza, gentle reader, spent her five-and-twentieth leader
(You will find him, and some others, in the Files).
Warn all coming Robert Brownings and Carlyles,
It will interest them to hunt among the Files,
Where unvisited, a-cold,
Lie the crowded years of old
In that Kensall-Green of greatness called the Files
(In our newspaPère-la-Chaise the Office Files),
Where the dead men lay them down
Meekiy sure of long renown,
And above them, sere and swift,
Packs the daily deepening drift
Of the all-recording, all effacing Files
The obliterating, automatic Files.
Count the mighty men who slung
Ink, Evangel, Sword, or Tongue
When Reform and you were young
Made their boasts and spake according in the Files
(Hear the ghosts that wake applauding in the Files!)
Trace each all-forgot career
From long primer through brevier
Unto Death, a para minion in the Files
(Para minion solid bottom of the Files) . . . .
Some successful Kings and Queens adorn the Files.
They were great, their views were leaded,
And their deaths were tripleheaded,
So they catch the eye in running through the Files
(Show as blazes in the mazes of the Files);
For their paramours and priests,
And their gross, jack-booted feasts,
And their epoch-marking actions see the Files.
Was it Bomba fled the blue Sicilian isles?
Was it Saffi, a professor
Once of Oxford, brought redress or
Garibaldi? Who remembers
Forty-odd-year-old Septembers?
Only sextons paid to dig among the Files
(Such as I am, born and bred among the Files).
You must hack through much deposit
Ere you know for sure who was it
Came to burial with such honour in the Files
(Only seven seasons back beneath the Files).
Very great our loss and grievous
So our best and brightest leave us,
And it ends the Age of Giants, say the Files;
All the ’60’ 70’ 80’go Files
(The open-minded, opportunist Files
The easy O King, live for ever Files).
It is good to read a little in the Files;
’Tis a sure and sovereign balm
Unto philosophic calm,
Yea, and philosophic doubt when Life beguiles.
When you know Success is Greatness,
When you marvel at your lateness
In apprehending facts so plain to Smiles
(Selfhelpful, wholly strenuous Samuel Smiles).
When your Imp of Blind Desire
Bids you set the Thames afire,
You’ll remember men have done soin the Files.
You’ll have seen those flames transpirein the Files
(More than once that flood has run so in the Files).
When the Conchimarian horns
Of the reboantic Norns
Usher gentlemen and ladies
With new lights on Heaven and Hades,
Guaranteeing to Eternity
All yesterday’s modernity;
When Brocken-spectres made by
Some one’s breath on ink parade by,
Very earnest and tremendous,
Let not shows of shows offend us.
When of everything we like we
Shout ecstatic: Quod ubique,
Quod ab omnibus means semper!
Oh, my brother, keep your temper!
Light your pipe and take a look along the Files.
You’ve a better chance to guess
At the meaning of Success
(Which is Greatness vide press)
When you’ve seen it in perspective in the Files.
Does alcohol change you?
I get louder. And Gin really does depress me.
Do you bear grudges?
Nope. I can barely stay angry long enough to finish an argument.
Have you ever stopped talking for any length of time?
Probably not...
Nanotechnology - if it existed - would you use it?
Assuming I could find it...
What is the strongest memory conjured up by the thought of being in a crowd?
Panic. One illadvised new year's eve in Trafalgar Square. Never again. Ever.
Man is a mad animal - agree or disagree?
Man is a herd animal. He would be better scene but not herd.
Picture this: as before
Urban Living
Regent Street pre congestion charge
Party
Kitchens
Concert
21st Century Schizoid Band at QE Hall. Latest and best gig I've been to. Although Macca in '90 was groovy.
Safety
Illusion
Are you a fan of rude word animal - if so have you invented your own or adopted someone elses?
Oh yes. My favourite is jizzwhippet whoever came up with that, I thank you. I have never come up with one I like although chuffmonkey comes close. Or not.
Told you it was long.
Be warned next time.