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Jul. 22nd, 2009 03:02 pmFirstly: If you've been tagged, you must write your answers in your own LJ and replace any question that you dislike with a new, original question. (I didn't dislike any of the questions, so I didn't bother replacing any.)
Secondly: Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.
Or what? Are you going to sic the Meme Police on me if I simply exercise my god given right to not expect people other than me to care about silly memesheep activities? I can just see it now...
"[doorbell] Ma'am are you the owner of LJ account
bottledgoose? yes. Well we need to issue you a citation for Failure to Tag. Failure to deal appropriately with this citation may result in you being BANISHED FROM THE INTERNET."
Actually, that might be nice. I might get something else done. Like having a life.
Anyway meme, sans tagging. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME.
( cut to protect the disinterested )
in other news, here I was staring into the pixels this morning when I saw on Facebook that the Hobicat was in NYC and looking for someone to lunch with before continuing his drive back to MA. So I tempted him across the river to Brooklyn and met him in Park Slope for Real! New York! pizza! (ahhh Pino's) and shit shooting. Yay for randomly appearing old friends. :) It was good to get out of the house, and I'm full of teh other people yays so back to brass tacks and work for me. :)
Secondly: Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.
Or what? Are you going to sic the Meme Police on me if I simply exercise my god given right to not expect people other than me to care about silly memesheep activities? I can just see it now...
"[doorbell] Ma'am are you the owner of LJ account
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Actually, that might be nice. I might get something else done. Like having a life.
Anyway meme, sans tagging. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME.
( cut to protect the disinterested )
in other news, here I was staring into the pixels this morning when I saw on Facebook that the Hobicat was in NYC and looking for someone to lunch with before continuing his drive back to MA. So I tempted him across the river to Brooklyn and met him in Park Slope for Real! New York! pizza! (ahhh Pino's) and shit shooting. Yay for randomly appearing old friends. :) It was good to get out of the house, and I'm full of teh other people yays so back to brass tacks and work for me. :)