Fake Memories

[qos]

This is one of my favorite memes -- and this promises to be a long, slow day at work. Please do respond!

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be
surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

(And if you want to be really daring or outrageous, remember that anonymous posting is always enabled on my journal.)

Comments

[femalegamer.livejournal.com]

This looks like a fun one. :)

*tries to beat up her brain to be creative*

Ah, the days of college, and my attempts to do theater. It's easier to get a part in a play at an all engineering/science school, of course. ;)

Anyway, my first show was The Learned Ladies (by Moliere), except set in the 1950's. Anyway, there you were in the audience. After the show, you sent me an email and became my biggest and only fan.

... how's that?

[qos.livejournal.com]

Yes, you were wonderful!

(Some of the best performers in my college theatre department started out at Harvey Mudd, a science and engineering school.)

[femalegamer.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, Harvey Mudd, one of our rivals at Rose Hulman for best undergraduate only private science and engineering school, or something overly qualified like that. The other one was Cooper Union.

[qos.livejournal.com]

I've always loved that dream!

Now, if only it were a true memory!

[toesontheground.livejournal.com]

I remember when I stayed at your place and you were being very patient but I kept doing dumb things - like somehow I got water in the sugar bowl and made a whole mess of it, and I locked us out of the house acccidently...stuff like that. Finally I picked up of the couch a book you were in the middle of reading and was flicking through it - I looked up casue you'd stopped talking, and you were just looking at me - wow, did I know I was in trouble!

[qos.livejournal.com]

I get very upset at people who lock me out of my house and lose my place in the book I'm reading!

[princesca.livejournal.com]

Oh my god... remember the time we went on Price Is Right wearing only barrels held up by suspenders, and Bob Barker made us demonstrate The Hustle on stage in front of the audience before he'd let you spin the big wheel...???

Good times, good times.

[qos.livejournal.com]

Ack!

No wonder I blocked that memory!!!

[rachel-y.livejournal.com]

Ha ha ha...remember that time we had decided to go off-campus for lunch (a rarity)...we were walking up the Ave and got accosted by that wild-eyed, earnest evangelical more-than-ready to tell us all about the One True Way and where we were going if we didn't subscribe to it? I remember waiting there (rolling my eyes, and alternating between amusement and pity for the guy) *twenty minutes* as you debated scripture with him. I don't think he had expected that anyone he stopped on the Ave would even be able to name all the canonical Pauline letters, much less argue circles around him on the subject.

On the plus side, it meant we arrived at Pagliacci's after 2:00, so I got to take advatange of their free pop w/ two slices deal...

[qos.livejournal.com]

That's great!

[rocket-jockey.livejournal.com]

I remember that summer in Tortuga when we first bumped into one another. You were staff officer to a British merchant marine captain, as I recall, and under sail in a thousand-ton ship to Bermuda with a hold full of expensive gewgaws for the landholders. I was second mate to a middling-successful pirate captain on a twenty-gun boat raiding shipping in the Carribbean.

We overhauled your slower boat right about sunset, crossing your stern and letting loose a full broadside into the wheel house. We managed to damage the tiller, but you were manning the stern chasers and put a twenty-pound canister of shot through the main cabin window and killed our captain and first mate in one go - plus putting a hole the size of a cantaloupe through the captain's brandy keg.

Our faster boat ran circles around yours, eventually blasting it enough to bring it to and we boarded. Your captain had gone over the side in the longboat at the first sight of our steel: you were standing there at the head of your vessel's remaining crew ready to fling yourselves on us if we twitched wrong .... but soon came to see the advantages of diverting the boat to a suitable port and pocketing the proceeds to be gotten from such a spendy cargo.

The rest of that summer was simple fun, our crews joining forces under joint command and cutting a hole the size of Hispanolia through the fat merchant ships plying the Colonial tradewinds. Sure helped defray the costs of classes when college started up in the fall, too.

[qos.livejournal.com]

Ah yes! That was a wonderful time!

Great Memories

[(Anonymous)]

In Earth time it was under two seconds, hardly anything worth the trouble remembering, but under hypnosis I relived how we stepped outside of time and communed. By the Sea of Enlightenment I asked you about your heart's deepest desire for the rest of your incarnation. You showed me visions. I told you they were ambitious, particularly for one lifetime. You poked me in the third chakra. "I'm not as lazy as you." I needed to hear that. I sometimes forget why I'm here.

Re: Great Memories

[qos.livejournal.com]

What a wonderful memory.

Thank you. . .

[kateri-thinks.livejournal.com]

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD! REMEMBER THE TIME WHEN WE FLEW TO NEW YORK TO SEE WICKED AND WAITED OUTSIDE THE STAGE DOOR AND WHEN WE ASKED IDINA FOR HER AUTOGRAPH SHE INVITED US TO COFFEE AND WE STAYED UP ALL NIGHT TALKING ABOUT THEATER AND MUSIC AND ELPHIE AND OZ!!!!! I WILL NEVER EVER EVER NEVER FORGET THAT!!!!!
*sigh*
That was So Cool . . .

[qos.livejournal.com]

What a wonderful memory!!