Yeah, okay… I said it. It might be marginally cool to be a meme. Have that momentary moment of fake fame without the burden of fortune tied to it. Have my image manipulated and re-manipulated and mutilated and carved, sliced, split and torn up and win different languages all over the great world wide world. I am just asking for it every single day and every single night it doesn’t happen. I use enough deodorant and brush my teeth when I think about it… so what’s wrong with good ‘ol Bob? I could change, but I really don’t need to… the internet can handle all that for me, right?
