I've been memed
But I'm not sure I can rival either Zura or Sadia's responses. Plus, I am a HORRIBLE liar. Thank God I've never done anything that truly warrants a life-or-death lie because I'd never pull it off.
Here goes nothing (really, I'm just not very good at these, they make me feel very uncreative!) - three truths and a lie. Can you tell which one is a non-truth?
1) I once had an entire United airlines flight held for me because I was held up in customs due to a suspicious substance found in my bag.
2) I was once evacuated during a tsunami warning in Eastern Russia.
3) I cut off the tip of my finger doing a knife sales demonstration once.
4) I received further injury to my hand when an ocelot bit me in Costa Rica.
I greatly fear meme'ing someone who'd rather not be memed so I invite anyone who would like to carry this meme on to do so in the comments or at your own blogs!
Here goes nothing (really, I'm just not very good at these, they make me feel very uncreative!) - three truths and a lie. Can you tell which one is a non-truth?
1) I once had an entire United airlines flight held for me because I was held up in customs due to a suspicious substance found in my bag.
2) I was once evacuated during a tsunami warning in Eastern Russia.
3) I cut off the tip of my finger doing a knife sales demonstration once.
4) I received further injury to my hand when an ocelot bit me in Costa Rica.
I greatly fear meme'ing someone who'd rather not be memed so I invite anyone who would like to carry this meme on to do so in the comments or at your own blogs!
Labels: meme-i-licious
posted by Mood Indigo at 1:12 PM
19 Comments:
Four is the lie.
I think that #3 is the fib.
But, I have a question for you...
Why is a meme called a meme? And who can I talk to about having it changed?
(I guess that's two questions.)
Interesting. I'll see if anyone else guesses differently before confirming which, if either, of you is right. But I had to respond because I actually looked up Memes on Wiki recently because I find it such a random name. The first explanation I found was WAY over may head:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meme
But upon further searching I found this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet_meme
Brownie points for wheover cares to draw a correlation between the two...
hello.. i think memes got their names as a crafty throwover analogy from genes... while genes come from genesis/genus and've come to be synonymous with packets of transferrable biological information, i'm guessing meme comes from socio-cultural mimetic information. that's pure donkey dung danger made-upness. also, if i remember correctly, Richard Dawkins coined it (or Marshall Mcluhan). not sure.
Thomas - I just want you to know that when I read the original Wiki definition I thought of you and how you'd probably really enjoy and understand it. I thus love your adding to the definition - and subsequent debunking of your definition as "donkey dung danger made-upness." Classic!
This is a tough one but because I know you love to travel, I'll assume that you've been to those places that you've made mention to. So I'll say that #3 is the fib. Am I right?
My word... that is one geeky definition.
And for something on the internet of all places. Quel surprise. ;)
Hmmm. I'd have to go with #3 as well...looking forward to the answer!
#2
Never heard of this meme'ing thing before. How odd.
One of the hands ones is the lie. Although I'm hoping for your sake it was the ocelot and not the lost tip. Then again, does it really hurt when an ocelot bites you?
If we don't want to post this meme on our blogs, are we allowed to post them here?
Ok - I promise to reveal the lie by tomorrow morning - it is just too interesting to see why everyone is guessing what they are. Yes FG - feel free to post here!
PDW - i am an aspiring geek (who aspires to nerd), so perhaps that leaves me a doofus or a bonernecked dork, either way, i find these things intriguing (i wanted earlier to say something about Lamarckianism... but that would've been pure unbridled dweeb)
BTW... I reckon #4, cause if an ocelot had maimed you, you'd likely've devoted the blog to that. bygolly, if you HAVE been bitten by one, I will!
...name a blog after your ocelot bite i mean... also, it's so nice to think about being thought about! thanks!
Ok - this was fun, and I have apparently totally undersold my INCREDIBLE lying ability!
Guess what folks - it's NUMBER #1. What, did you think I was carting illegal narcotics through the airport? Nope!
#2 - When I was about 12 I went on a choir tour to Eastern Russia. We stayed at a camp on the coast in Vladivostok, about 300 miles across the sea from Japan. After a major earthquake in Japan, we were all roused by frantic Russian women and evacuated. We had to walk up a hill to higher ground multiple times as they kept calling off the warning and letting us come down - only to "game on" with the warning and send us back up. I remember one of our chaperones telling us, "If the water gets this high, just body surf." But the biggest wave that ended up hitting the coast was 10 feet - so major false alarm!
#3 - Cutco rules. After I graduated high school I planned a normal crazy summer that didn't accomodate much of a summer job. But, I had to make some money, so I answered an ad for "leaders" in the local paper, only to find out it was for direct marketing knife sales. But like I said, these knives ruled (I'd never sell anything I didn't believe in 100%), so I bought a kit and started my demos. In a month I made $1000, which was great for an 18 year old in '98 - but I did lose a finger tip (just a shaving, more or less). The frustrating thing was it happened while doing a demonstration for my brother, who was giving me a hard time about peddling knives. I was doing my damndest to show him what a great product these were (aka that I was not a sucker) and in the middle of cutting leather with a steak knife, my hand slipped.
#4 - this might be a tad of an overstatement. But the situation was this - I was visiting a wild cat rescue center in Costa Rica and next to the Jaguar that we were emphatically warned to keep our fingers away from, were a couple of ocelots that we were invited to pet through the fence. Who turns down petting a wild cat? So everyone took turns and when I finally got close enough to pet one he was in a somewhat playful mood and suddenly he pounced and my hand was sandwiched between his mouth and two front paws. I don't know what ended up scratching me (tooth or claw), I just know that for a moment I started to imagine what life without one hand would be like as I realized just how damn strong the thing was.
Thanks for playing everyone! What are your three truths and a lie?
p.s. Thomas - perhaps my Africa blog should be entitled, 'Straight from the Ocelot's Mouth.' Only I don't think they have Ocelots in Africa. And I also am apparently going to experience some technical challenges to blogging while I'm there, but more on that, later. This comment is clearly long enough!
#2 is the lie, I'd say. And I'm typing this before scrolling down to all the otehr comments...
I say one is the lie, er, made-up story.
Hmm, it appears that you already posted the reply. Ah well. And didn't slicing your finger prove the sharpness of the knife?
And I'm terrible at lying. This would be a good exercise to help me hone those skills though...
Okay okay you said we could so try this:
1) I was asked to be on a roller derby team needing tall girls who liked to beat up on people.
2) I was asked by a gay couple to donate some of my eggs.
3) In a communist country's airport at the age of 8, I was strapped with all kinds of contraband and sent through customs.
4) I was offered money to marry someone who wanted to stay in the country.
Oh my - these are tough. One is just too classic, I can't choose that because it's too much fun to imagine it really happening! I'm going to go with 4...
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