Do, Ra, Meme

If it were any day besides Friday, and a Friday evening at that, I'd probably have many, many stories to tell you about my day and my life (or lack of). Oh, the stories are there. It's just that it is hard to get them straight through the gentle hum that rings in my head. That hum is loudest on Friday evenings when it can even out-hum the voices in my head.

Not really being obligated, but just uninspired, I took on the challenge of the meme from Cat. First, I had to look up meme. Having seen that word but not really knowing the meaning, I thought it was a sort of narcissistic issue. According to Wikipedia (all their information is accurate, right?), an Internet meme is simply the propagation of a digital file... Oh, don't go away. Just look it up yourself one night when the sandman is being elusive.

Well, here are the rules.

1. Go to your documents
2. Go to your 6th file
3. Go to your 6th picture
4. Blog about it
5. Tag 6 friends to do the same
6. Find 6 new friends



This picture was taken recently at an old, abandoned school that is in the process of being torn down. There have been many vandals and varmits. This was one of my favorite pieces of graffiti. Actually, maybe it came in second place. My favorite was the one written in brown spray paint that said "This was written with shit." I love when vandals get creative!

While we were browsing about this cluttered, falling down building, three teenagers came into the building to look around. This was the conversation that followed.

Blonde girl: What happened here?

Me: This building used to be a school and now they are tearing it down.

Blonde girl: But what happened to this place (motioning with her hands the surrounding chaos that happens when ceiling parts are mixed with other rubble).

Me: Well, uh, um... They are tearing the building down. I don't know why but that's what is happening here.

Blonde girl: But how did all this stuff get like this? What happened?

Me (realizing that the phrase "tearing down the building" doesn't help the little blonde comprendo): Ummm... there was an earthquake?

Blonde girl: Ohhhhhhhhhh!

And that is how the rumor started that there was once an earthquake in my town despite the fact we don't even remotely exist near a fault line.


As for who is tagged next. Hmmm... You, and you, and you there. And hey, could you each tell a friend? Thanks!