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