Sunday, March 26, 2017

Laidlaws Rule, or Fun with Memes

The other day, I came across a posting on Facebook about “Laidlaws Rule.” Basically, Marc Laidlaw, an author and Twitter tweeter, started this meme on March 2, 2017. He tweeted the following tweet:

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The “Twitterverse” picked it up and ran with it. You can see what Laidlaw has to say about it and where his idea came from here. Here are some choice responses:
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Since I tend to have an absurd and, at times, morbid sense of humor, I LOVE THIS. It is my favorite thing. I could spend hours on Twitter at #LaidlawsRule.

I decided to try it, myself. I am currently reading:

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"I don't know how you're going to learn this, but it's on the test," said the professor of a graduate class on neuroanatomy that Doug was taking. And then the murders began.

Not bad! Doesn’t it make you want to continue reading? What happened in that neuroanatomy class??? Makes me want to keep writing!

Here’s another try:

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. And then the murders began.  Little Women

What about you? What are you reading? Does #LaidlawsRule work?
It’s a rainy day here, let’s have some fun!



  1. Okay- I'm game (and my sense of humor tends to be a little wonky) This is from Teaching with Intention by Debbie Miller. "I still remember that hot day in June. There we were, my husband and I, packing up my classroom as I had done so many times before." And then the murders began.

  2. Too fun! Here goes: "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much." And then the murders began.

    OR - "Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were." And then the murders began.

    Really, I could waste a lot of time with this -!

  3. The Phantom Tollbooth:
    There once was a boy named Milo, who didn't know what to do with himself--not just sometimes, but always. And then the murders began.