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.
Like a marauding army of kleptomaniacal showgirls
Novel ways to get out of jury duty
The crossword puzzle man
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