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Memory Meme
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 memory of you and me. It can be anything you want. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.


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Apr. 18th, 2007 03:39 am (UTC)
You writing Blaize poetry on the SI boards. :)
Apr. 18th, 2007 03:44 am (UTC)
heh. i wish I could find all those old posts from SI and KG. I remember doing those things but I cant find the original poems and such.
Apr. 18th, 2007 01:34 pm (UTC)
Arguing that human technology with eventualy over come evolution.
Apr. 18th, 2007 02:57 pm (UTC)
God but that was a fun argument. I love those kinds of talks.
Apr. 18th, 2007 07:36 pm (UTC)
It already has - I mean, chihuahuas? :)
Apr. 18th, 2007 01:40 pm (UTC)
Somehow all my memories turn out to be larp moments :-)
One of the last conversations Saul and Rejar had in the tavern before he was permed later that event. We were discussing how tired he was, and unhappy, and how he was wondering if he should just retire back to the mainland and try to find some happiness there.

Felt very cold moment later to know he never would make it back to the mainland.

It was a really honest and personal conversation between them, though. Very cool moment.
Apr. 18th, 2007 02:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Somehow all my memories turn out to be larp moments :-)
I remember that conversation. It was like I foreshadowed what was coming.
Apr. 18th, 2007 02:13 pm (UTC)
First encounter with you.

NPCing SI and seeing Saul and thinking to myself no problem...

One complete beating later I recall thinking "wow he can move fast for a big man"
Apr. 18th, 2007 02:58 pm (UTC)
You are not the first nor will you be the last to think that. Well hopefully I will be less big but you get the idea.
Apr. 18th, 2007 03:41 pm (UTC)
I have a million, most larp-related. None seem to overshadow others, which makes this whole meme inconvenient. But I'll stick with a simple one, because it's strangely dear to my heart. :)

We were at Fulcher's Rest, and I recall walking and chatting (as Markaso) with Isador Lorenzo, and we generally distrusted and disliked each other, and as much as told each other so, and it was just casual conversation and hardly changed our relationship at all.
Apr. 18th, 2007 04:04 pm (UTC)
I must admit you were my favorite person to interact with as Isadore on many occassions. You got the whole hostile but casual thing.
Apr. 18th, 2007 07:58 pm (UTC)
The ghost of Saul picking up his sword for one last battle against darkness.
Apr. 18th, 2007 08:01 pm (UTC)
That was a nice exit I have to admit.
Apr. 19th, 2007 01:20 am (UTC)
You giving the best man's toast at our wedding. I know how to make better coq a vin, now. We've all grown a little, and changed a lot.
Apr. 19th, 2007 01:31 am (UTC)
you know people say no one changes really. I enjoyed doing the best man thing. You and yours have always been a gentle part of my life.
Apr. 19th, 2007 02:21 pm (UTC)
Talking with you over IM, as you are kept in a candle for, what?, 6 months?
Getting to know you/Reggie.
Hoping I could bring you back, when we all next went to an event.
(Also, terror, as a very angry sulleniguana/salamander comes to get me to raise you, and Cibone grabs my hair and insists I need to look 'pretty' before I go)
Apr. 19th, 2007 02:34 pm (UTC)
Yeah those were good times. Reginald was fond of you.
Apr. 23rd, 2007 08:58 am (UTC)
My first SI event, when my natural shyness kicked in and I had no idea how I was going to get involved in what was going on, and you came up and talked to me by the lake at the smoking area. The conversation left me feeling much more involved and in character, and the game went on to really help me define and flesh out who I wanted my character to be. So.... thanks!
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