Via the Little Professor, I learn that Geoffrey Chaucer can hath cheezburger.
For many dayes ich haue desyred to maak Lolpilgrimes from the smal peyntures that Mayster Linkferste hath ymaad for my Tales of Canterburye - not oonly wolde it be a thing of muchel solaas to me, but it wolde be a good "pre writing exercise" (the which myn tutor, Archbishop Arundel, did alwey saye were of gret necessitee). And thus to-daye whanne ich had a smal spot of tyme bitwene a meetinge wyth a feng shui consultant and a recopyinge of the inventorie of carpentrie supplyes in Windsore, ich did go unto the wondrous LolCat Scriptorium of Gordon de McNaughton and did just go crazye. Syn ich haue not in many dayes y-poosted, ich shalle share with yow myn laboures.
Any minute now, this meme will have run its course...
Silly Chad. This is the internet. Memes never die. Especially not when you want them to.
He didn't say the meme would die, he said it would "run its course". Memes never die on the internet, it's true, but they do have natural stages, like syphilis.
First there is a very aggressive but highly localized infection of the meme in the community where it is introduced.
Then it progresses to a secondary stage marked by widespread but less intense infection, showing symptoms such as heavy email or web traffic, dedicated websites or blogs, and newspaper stories.
Finally, after a latent phase where everyone you know forgets about it, it develops into an annoying tertiary phase, the primary symptom of which is that your mother clumsily references it a year or more after it was cool.