Today I begin an adventure. An adventure that I will be reporting on all this weekend. A grand, exciting, travelogue of strange and exotic locales populated by arcane and enigmatic peoples from all over the world.
But first:
Housework.
I got another meme. This one is at least incredibly easy. It was given to me by Mark Rayner of the fabulously funny blog:
The Sqwib
To comply, all I need to do is pick up the nearest book and turn to the 123rd page and provide the fifth sentence here.
Of course, nothing is that easy with me. I've got two books close at hand and I can't tell which is closer. So I'll do both, because lets face it, this isn't a lot of work.
Book one:
The Ford Tractor Model 8N Owners Manual:
Page 123, sentence 5: "(1) Use a clean, well-banked forge fire, and heat 1/3 of the share point to a cherry red temperature."
There, that was easy. And practical too.
The other book is Diesel's incredibly hilarious book,
Page 123, sentence 5: "Use a clean, well-banked forge fire, and heat 1/3 of the share point to a cherry red temperature."
That guy just kills me! Where does he get this stuff??
And now for the adventure part!
This Meme thing got me thinking (Beer helped.)
Specifically, where do these things come from? Most of the folks you see on my lists and rolls to the right are all citizens of the relatively small kingdom of Grand Humor-Blogwick. But many of those same bloggers have dual, or even more citizenships elsewhere. And they are all connected with people just like them.
What strange and mysterious e-lands are out there? Do they think like we God-Fearing and Morally Decent Blogwickians? (Brent Diggs excepted. (That better?))
What strange and perverse rites and societal abnormalities might one see beyond the bandwidth horizon?
Do they have more beer? 'Cause I'm out.
So.
I am going to begin a "trace-back" of the 123 meme. I'm going to look for the source. I'm going to take it as far as determination and alcohol will allow me to go in a single weekend.
I won't be going alone. It's a dangerous internet out there. I've hired the best guide, tracker, and gum bearer I could acquire for a half-empty drum of the Colonel's best wings and fry-o-later scrapings.
He's no stranger to highways and byways of the Information Super-river. And he knows the fetid land-lines like the backs of his pasty white hands. He feared and respected wherever hop-headed Blog-Meisters raise frosty firkins to the memory of the ill-fated pleasure vessel, the Chelle B.
He's known as....Crazy Wolf.
Wish me luck, and see you tomorrow with the first installment of:
"Idaho Don and the Raiders of the Lost Crusader Temple Skull Meme!"
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