TAGGED BY TOAST

I've just been tagged by Toast in possibly the stupidest meme I've ever seen. Gee, thanks big fella. Señor Toasty passed the baton with a healthy coating of snark on it. And silly him, I dropped it cause it was soooooo slippery. Oops. Sorry.

Meanwhile, let's do this here thing and pretend like it never happened. I'm supposed to:

1. Grab the nearest book (that is at least 123 pages long).
2. Open to p. 123.
3. Go down to the 5th sentence.
4. Type in the following 3 sentences.
5. Tag five people.

Whatever. Let's see. I closed my eyes and grabbed, and after knocking all sorts of knicks & knacks off the bookshelf (I will blame Toast if Mrs. Mike gets pissed) I came up with . . .

"Reflections," by depressed-and-ultimately-suicidal, German-Jewish philosopher & social critic, Walter Benjamin. I think I read parts of this for some class in college. Let me turn to p. 123:

"The village chronical, agricultural development, production technique, cultural institutions are graphically recorded in lines of development, along with components of tools, machine parts, retorts containing chemicals displayed every where on the walls. Out of curiosity I went up to a shelf from which two Negro faces grimaced at me. But as I came nearer, they turned out to be gas masks."

And there you have it, in all its fascinating detail. Production technique! Lines of development! Negro faces! Or just the "gas masks" that look ever so much like Negro faces!

And now, as required, allow me to pass the baton (sans snark) to Edwardo, Rickey, Steves, and since Toast didn't tag him, Furious. Enjoy gents.

Hmmm . . . that's only 4, but I'm mandated by the Great Meme Lord to tab 5. I wanted to leave George out of it, since he hates memes so much. But since I know so few people in this big, lonely blogosphere, I'll just have to do what I have to do. George, apologies but tag, you're it.