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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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  <p><b>memes</b></p>
  <p><b>published: 5-28-2018</b></p>
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<p>I love memes. Love, not <i>loved</i>, because I still do, despite my recent disillusionment with the world of normies. I.. I just don't understand how "Despacito" or "Burger King foot lettuce" or "do you know da wey" became so funny. One's a shitty pop song, and the others are just... things, I guess, things with no vestige of humor to them.</p>

<p>My favorite meme, as those who know me in real life already know to death, is "understandable, have a great day". There's nothing particularly funny about the predictable exchange- it's the fact that it's so mundane that makes it funny. One expects autistic screeching at the fact that whatever the dude asked for in the drive-through wasn't available, but he just calmly drives away instead. It's something primal, something particular that tickles the unconscious.</p>

<p>I used to be known to my family and friends as the "underground dark web meme dealer". Now, I look at 99% of memes, and all I can muster is a shrug. Is this the Eternal September of memes? Are post-post-ironic memes the logical conclusion and we can go no further? Are "dank" memes so prolific now that the whole concept of memes have ceased to be dank?</p>

<p>It scares me to think that there are some people out there whose sole identity is memes. Chasing after a neverending flurry of pop culture references, parroting out catchphrases like we were all six again just off of a binge of Saturday morning cartoons. Like I were surrounded with millions of badly-trained AI programs, spitting out memes only tangentially related to whatever subject I'd been trying to discuss with them.</p>
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