Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

Unlike the last picture I posted up because I thought it was funny, and got torpedoed by political correctness, I do not anticipate similar problems with this one.

That said, if there are any PC overtones, for once I am willing to kick back and listen. The reasoning will enthrall me, if not the logic.

Beguiled as I have been, by the potential of these various applications I now have, I have managed to waste an entire evening - part of it by nattering, not necessarily profitably, with romney and boroshan. We three are Skyped to the max and decided to try out the conference function. We are clearly not used to the software, yet.

As long as any two of us were online, it all worked as advertised, but three seems to be pushing it - which is a bore since that's why we were using the bugger in the first place. With no change in settings from me, it appears that my microphone just got quieter and quieter over the evening, whilst boroshan would move from very clear to sounding like he was talking from inside a full aquarium in Timbuktu, an effect at times, not unlike the Aquaphibians from Gerry Anderson's oldie but goldie, Stingray.

Clearly we have some further refinements to make before this all works quite the way we envisaged. Not least the inter-person protocols. At one point, much to the consternation of the software and the participants, we all tried to dial each other up at the same time.

Hilarity ensued. Only as in not funny. Oh well.

Tomorrow night, I shall not be logging in on any communications variant, as I really want to get some more writing done, and I am still finding it difficult to get a flow going. All this fancy comms tech is just getting in the way, right now, so surf silent, surf deep and alert no-one to your online presence is the motto for Wednesday. Maybe that way I can write more than one and a half sentences in two hours.

I decided some time back, that I really don't like memes¹; but I find myself doing the occasional one anyway. I suppose it depends upon the meme in question – those that demand a little thought are clearly preferable to those with happy, hazy graphics that tell you what your granny's maiden name was in Swahili, and which almost always bugger up the formatting of your friends' page. All in all they are just a lazy way of suggesting that we are still alive, but haven't got anything to enter into our LJ.

So, in the pursuit of satire, and not a little hypocrisy, I am creating a new meme; the meme to end all memes – and a testament to navel gazing:

The "My five favourite memes" meme.

Simply list the five most enjoyable pieces of time wasting self-indulgence you have encountered on live journal and post them into your own journal. Then sit back and revel in the delicious irony of it all.

It's that simple².

My list, in no particular order:

My ten favourite books;
My ten favourite films;
The last ten tracks randomly played by my MP3 player (a particular and perennial favourite of mine);
My ten favourite songs/albums;
A hundred things you never knew about (somebody).

See, it's easy. And it fills otherwise empty bandwidth with something completely inconsequential, which is the only thing you really need from the meme of memes.


¹-and I'm still not convinced that memes and these odd little things we fill out and spread around are the same thing. Still, popular usage and all that.

²It would have to be; it was me who thought of it.