The Silence of the Memes

          

I am a late adopter of several social media and technologies. Blogging for one. Meme-ing for two. Facebook, third. Memes have been called the highest form of sarcasm. Many people do not appreciate sarcasm.  Oh, sure they don't. Such people do not believe in that old adage about a skin as thick as seven elephants. Or they don't have my sense of humour. Nobody does, that's why it's mine. Anyway, to make a long story longer, in the wake of recent, inevitable online drama about meme-ing, so welcome to the retirement party for this cornucopia of captioned capsules. Let's ruminate on this spiralling helix of model railroad memes. It always was hard to gauge their impact!

I'll let them proceed largely unannounced. They speak for themselves. They will never be seen again*. 

*(Probably)

Discarded runner-up titles for this post: 

• A Meme Too Far
• The Meme On the River Why
• The Memes of Mad Is On County
• One Flew Over the Memer's Best
• You, Meme and Dupree
• Monty Python's the Meme-ing of Life
• Meme Me in St. Louis
• Meme Kampf

I have a box-of-chocolates approach to Rapido. Sometimes soft-centred and sometimes hard-centred. The above two memes pertain to modellers' constant conjuring of conspiracy theories, and getting rid of Athearns and Inter-Mountains when Rapido announces their version of already-produced locomotives and rolling stock. This one (below) was a tribute to Jason Shron weighing down recently-laid track with a complete socket set!

Thanks for wallowing in nostalgia with me as we mourn these moderately-memorable memes, these dearly-departed diagrams, these indelibly-insolent infographics.

Running extra...

Peaceful transfer of publications! Thanks to everyone who has picked up a copy of my latest book. Fifty copies flew out the door in just over a week. There are lots of folks interested in the waterfront scene of the Limestone City. They live in places like Calgary and Kitchener, Toronto and Victoria! COVID-friendly mail delivery and occasional local front-step mailbox-pickups have spread only enthusiasm (the only thing about us that should be infectious - well, besides our laughs).

Peaceful transfer of power! This does not mean plugging in an extension cord. It means the sharing of the mantle of responsibility for a people in a free and democratic fashion. It's not about recounts, lawsuits and me-first. The new administration has been biding its time but patience has trumped unreasonableness. No longer the Divided States of America. We toast your success with undiluted beer!

Peaceful Transfer of Manhattan! Never have high-hat and crash worked together to provide such cymbalism! Divine instrumentalvention!