Safari Day: Tracking the Tag

In an egotistical effort to leave my mark on the Internet (and not content with already having Uniform Resource Identifiers ) I created my very first tag last month. The subject of the tag was the number four: four things I know, four things I used to know, four things I want to know, and four things I don't know and don't care about. Now that fifty days have passed, I thought I would see just how insidious my tag was.

• BU (also known as the founding father of four play)
• Brianne (failed to tag anyone new)
• Mark (also failed to tag anyone, but better late than never)
• Anna (tagged all of her work friends, because there's nothing better to do at work, and also added a fifth category)
• Diana (pulled the classic "if you want to do this, you too are tagged!")
• Allison (broke the tag, and was subsequently hit by seven years of bad luck)
• Jason (broke the tag, like a morbidly obese man taking up so many bleachers that he can singlehandedly stop The Wave)
• Katie (wins the "I tagged everyone in the room and no one replied" award)
• Erin (ignored the siren call of the tag)
• Amy L (never replied, like a tree falling in the woods with no one around to hear it)
• Amy B (failed at tagging and, subsequently, life)
• Shay (too cool to answer a tag. Too Shay!)
• Kim (who was actually the first person to perpetuate my tag)
• Sam (tried an unsuccessful shotgun tag of everyone reading his reply)
• Mandy (ignored the tag like a teenager giving the silent treatment)
• Mindi (broke the tag like five pounds of jumbo shrimp in a four pound bag)
• Mike (escaped being tagged by me, only to be tagged by Kim)
• Marty (broke the tag but got a job offer in the interim)
• Jamie (yet another tragic break in the tag)
• Mark (replied but didn't tag anyone new, smashing the dreams of hopeful tag grandparents everywhere wanting tag grandkids)
• Chris (apparently made out with Mike after a night of red wine?)
• Michael (didn't tag anyone new, becoming a tag black hole)
• Grandma (played the Uno Reverse card and told Chris to tag more people instead of naming her own)
• Christine (another tagful dead end)
• Rob (I didn't even tag this clown and got a return! That's called a good investment)

Conclusion: My tag virus actually made it to the fifth generation, which I never expected, but petered out before it could do any lasting harm to the Internet.