First of all, how the hell do you pronounce it? "Mem" or "Meem" or "Meemee" or "Meemay?" That's a fake word! How about we stop popularizing terms and phrases that I can't pronounce? There were a few long months where I had to keep pretending I knew what the fuck a pwned is. I'll tell you this much, it's not a goddamn word!

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Remember the Hamster Dance? I do. At fifteen, gathering around a computer screen with friends and a slightly vodka-ed orange pop, viewing the Hamster Dance is, for me, a more heartwarming memory than Christmas mornings round the tree. Those days when the internet was young and anything was possible. Oh nostalgia. I wish you were a woman so I could do you.

Back then an Internet Meme had a decent shelf life. With blogs still a few years away, it was up to us to do all the legwork when spreading the word on something as hilarious as Peanut Butter Jelly Time. Couple that with the good ol' 56k dial-up of yesteryear, and it's clear why sharing back then wasn't nearly what it is today. There was no Tumblr. No Twitter. No Digg. Just a trip to a friends house and a "you've gotta see this…they just keep saying ?All Your Base Are Belong To Us!' It's brilliant!"

Obviously our attention spans are-HEY HEY HEY!! BOOBS LOOK OUT!!!

OK GOOD NOW KEEP MOVING YOUR EYES THIS WAY-getting shorter. My girlfriend will be like, "Hey, let's take a walk, it's gorgeous outside," and I'm all like, "just let me put the TV in the wagon." Seriously. I do that. Because being outside is BORING! Everything's the same stupid color and it smells weird and there aren't very many places to sit down and sometimes it's wet and there's people everywhere talking and…sorry, I should know better than to get myself going on the Outside.

Still, while the turnaround on a piece of internet entertainment is about two days, it speaks as much to our attention spans as it does to the general abundance of insane and hilarious web material. I suppose you might say we're in the midst of a Meme Renaissance. Though fame is now discouragingly fleeting, it's also more easily attained then ever. I mean, shit, if you're reading this, that means that I'm mildly famous, and I'm only half paying attention to what I'm typing. I'm splitting time with failblog. Look at this guy!

I guess what I'm trying to say here is that it's important to remember that everything has to start somewhere. Respect the origin yo! Beethoven might not be your favorite musical artist, but he did invent music, and for that we must always remain grateful. For without the Beethoven of two thousand years ago, we would not have the Beethoven of today: Lil' Wayne.