I don't know any songs about memes.

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The lovely Jo over at Jo Beaufoix has included me in a rather interesting meme. We used to do these in my gifted English class many years ago as a creative writing exercise, and I've always liked them. Here are the rules:


1. Copy and paste the story below, and the rules, on your blog.

2. Find out who you’re going to tag. (2-3 people, or more, if you wish)

3. Write one or two sentences to continue the story, and use the titles of the blogs you’re tagging or any word(s) associated with them as keywords in the links you include in your part of the story.

4. Remember to tell your taggees that you’ve tagged them!

5. Feel free to use this and start your own viral link story. I’d very much appreciate a link back to Mother’s Home! if you do. (Or a tag, if you prefer!)

The story is below. The last paragraph is mine and it has links to the 9 friends I have chosen. If you got tagged, feel free to do the meme or not. It could be fun, if you decide to continue the nonsense story.

Here’s the beginning:Mother’s Home! the cave troll yelled. I have been out all day strangling chickens like CRAZY! for the evil Empress. All i want now is a MOment to myself, but i keep getting Linda talking Drivel, but that is better than a certain someone Mooing. Then suddenly what should appear but the NOT evil Empress and all her strangled chickens and Mags cooked them all up and made us a lovely cake to eat. Gracie wanted all the cake for herself but the NOT evil Empress was able to hack off a good sized slab for herself!!! Ha ha ha, Gracie belched loudly after eating all the scrumptious cake that Mags had baked and watched Callie scrappin’ with Sarge about who was gonna win Big Brother 8. Sarge started humming “Dixie,” and almost choked on the bite of cake in his mouth! So he got some coffee to go to wash down the cake. The coffee helped a bit but he had to vocalize before he started singing again so he began, “Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi…”

…who heard him all the way from Bloggingham Palace and said, “Where is that awful noise coming from? Is there a sick wailing Wacky Mom loose in the woods?” She said, “I’ll bet Songbird can teach him to sing!” but she was busy BONDing in the desert with Kathleen who sat writing heresy in her diary. She was absolutely no help. So Mi-Mi asked Kat to put him on the PP&P list to save his sorry soul. Alas, Ralph the Airhead made a new batch but the Patti-cakes fell in Polliwog’s Pond and nobody got to eat cake after all! It was all Bee’s fault (somehow). Feeling sorry for herself, she pranced over to Odat’s for a dance but she only heard strange mumbling…

That mumbling, however, resulted from The Alien Next Door trying to clone Justin Stanely’s Weblog. The meticulous and risky cloning occurred throughout several millennia, past, present, and future. Or so it seemed; no one could keep count. It was just too much. The mind-numbing years had finally sublimed the earth into a pristine Bobbarama. All well and good, said Bob, but whatever happened to the rules? Before anyone got hurt, however, enough stars fell and crashed to alert Sci-Fi Girl, who grabbed her laptop and returned to the woods, where Mimi’s Dating Profile popped up, allowing a lion to lie happily next to a lamb…

Now, the insane writer burst into the forest, kissing the dogwood and sat on the lion, spinning tales about sci-fi girl’s boyfriend, sci-fi guy, who had his eye on [her] DNA, which he was hoping to sell for anything goes. But just then the mad goat lady and the drowsey monkey pranced into the forest and sang a truly quiet symphony, which annoyed the insane writer.
“What’s that funky sound?” screamed sci-fi guy.

“Well, it sure isn’t a raspberry-latte!” grumbled the insane writer. “Get a grip, sci-fi guy! You’re my main character! I expect you to know how to split an atom! Ignore that woman and her indolent pet! Now, go and do your dastardly thing!”

Kissing the dogwood had been a lure, a trap set by the Mighty Morgan to take control of the BlogWood. Those petulant witches disguised as writers must be eradicated, them and their man slaves. She stuck her talons into the lion with A Twist and a Skewer till it rolled over and laughingly pleaded to go back to Neverland where it had been extremely happy. Her faithful followers, the Gargons grouped around her skirt folds, drooling and kissing her hem in adoration. “Here, take this poison” she commanded, “why? (asked) paisley“, the only rebel in the camp. “To blight their computers my little friends, it’s a special potion A Bit of This and a Dash of the Other“…she smiled mysteriously in her best Mae West accent and set off in search of the Englebert Humperdink Fan Club.

Well they searched all over boricua in texas….till they found just write road… aha this was the place… if they could just get in the front row,, surely that was the place that screamed “flash your knickers here“… and oh yes… they would… in doing so they could only hope to distract the masses long enough for the twisted sisters to sneak in with the special potion they had cooked up………

But the potion did not work. They were missing the secret ingredient… Papaya!!! There was no use hiding in public. Off they went in search of an abyss to gaze into, for they had heard the place was haunted and they could find Pyreflies there. Picking up pieces of somebody else’s memories was a habit they enjoyed very much. Live and love!

The new memories straight from the mouths of babes were the ideal target - they were so much fun. The Gargons started to get dizzy as they gazed through the looking glass in search of the right abyss that would be full of little nurslings. Suddenly the world began to spin and they fell down, the only sound was the sorta crunchy fall leaves crunching below their backs, and if no one was there to hear it - did the sound even exist? If these Gargons had any hope of surviving they would have to pull away from the peaceful nap that the spell was laying around their tiny little minds and run for their lives to Cafe ala Mode where the Fairytale Godmother kept her super secret brew hidden behind pots in the dark deep industrial kitchen (next to the MSG). It was their only chance to break the spell that held them in her control.

When they arrived, the Fairytale Godmother was in her kitchen whipping up a brew. It was one to wake a sleeping prince. It seems that someone had switched the roles in the famous princess tale. When she was done she went to work on the secret brew for the Gargons. But, she had a question, brown or gray for the bottle? It was quite a loaded question. The could not agree. It was quite the dilemma, indeed! The decided to go with the gray, which was definitely the wrong decision because…..

…everybody (except the fairytale Godmother), knew that the Gargons were allergic to all things gray. It brought them out in hives and left them smelling faintly of mulberries which everybody (except the Fairytale Godmother), also knew was considered extremely rude in many of the upper Gargon circles. Of course the Fairytale Godmothers lack of knowledge could be blamed wholly on Bellevelma who was known across the land, and in other places too, to be a rotten correspondent. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance that the Gargon’s would drink the gray liquid bubbling away in front of them, so she fed it to her friend Ingenious Rose who immediately sprouted acorns from her head. Mya, who had popped in for a croissant thought this was hilarious, but then all Kaos broke out as….

(This is my part, y'all) Dumdad swooped in from the other side of Paris to confiscate the croissant. You see, he believed that Mya really needed to be eating turkey on whole wheat, as it was much better for her, and for the Gargons as well. At that point, Diana shouted "Piffle!", and ate the croissant herself. It was precisely as she gulped down her last delicious morsel of pastry that

Okay, so there I tagged Dumdad, jrh from Turkey on Whole Wheat, and Diana over at Piffle. And I tried to include as many tags from the previous stories as I could, but some of the sites kept locking up my computer. Sorry if I left anyone out. Most of the links are intact back over at Jo's site.

I'd be interested to see what happens after Diana eats Mya's croissant. I'm not sure I'd have let that pastry go.

Jo also tagged me for the "Middle Name Meme".

So, here are the rules for that:

The Rules:
1) You have to post the rules before you give the facts.

2) Players must list one fact that is relevant to your life for each letter in your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name then use a name that you like.

3) When you are tagged, you must write a post containing your own middle name game facts.

4) At the end of your post, you must tag one person for each letter in your middle name. Don’t forget to comment them telling that they are tagged and to read your post to get the rules.

So....

My middle name is Lynn. It's a family name, both my parents have the same middle name.

L

L is for Laughter. Well, duh. Most people like to laugh, but I've always gotten through life by making jokes, mostly at my own expense. I've found a bit of self-deprecation goes a long way. I once thought of being a stand-up comic, but then I realized I was too thin skinned.

Y

Y is for Yellow. It's a colour I've never been able to wear. It's not that I don't like it. Really. A sunny yellow room is very uplifting, especially when paired with white and blue. But if you put a yellow shirt on me, I usually look like I'm about to be violently ill, or I have jaundice. So no yellow for me. Strangely enough, yellow looks pretty good on TFYO.

N

N is for Nest. Obviously I don't live in a grouping of twigs up in a tree. But I am a homebody. I spent a lot of my childhood moving around, and since Ray and I have been together, we lived in five different cities. It's the nature of radio. But I secretly crave a home base where I can hide out from the world, and I finally have it. It belongs to me and the bank, but I can still call it mine. My own snug little nest of a home.

N

N is also for Nepotism. It's a charge I've dealt with ever since Ray and I got together. With the exception of my last job, where ever Ray has chosen to go, I have followed and gotten a job at the same group of stations. And inevitably, someone claims I only got my job because I'm married to Ray. After a few months, it usually dies down, but it still pisses me off that I have to prove myself time and again to a bunch of jealous, lazy, crabby do-nothings. Wait, did I actually write that out loud?

So, now I'm supposed to tag the same number of people as in my middle name, but I'm not gonna. If you want to do it, cool! Either in the comments or on your own blogs. If you do it on your blogs, just let me know so I can go see.

Happy Monday, everyone, if there is such a thing.