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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a completely made up, 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, feel free to post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.


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Oct. 10th, 2008 02:08 am (UTC)
You remember that one time, sitting in that one restaurant, talking about that one thing, and you were right and I was wrong?

And then we blew up a broadway theatre and were attacked by zombies.

Yeah, shame that's never happened again. We should do that again sometime!
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:58 am (UTC)
The funny thing is in the end you were right after all. Who knew? We could have avoided the explosion that way. Oh well. We will know better next time.
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:10 am (UTC)
I don't do fake memories ...
... so here's my favourite real one ...

... that time that you and I were chosen (by Canada of all places!) to be their Olympic 10m sychronised diving team at the Atlanta Olympics ... that was really cool! I'm sorry I let you down in the final though, and I wish you'd kept your silver medal ... but I respect you for selling it off and giving the money to charity.

I still have mine, up on the mantlepiece along with the photo of you handing your money over to Nelson Mandela at the UN in New York .. now *that* was a great day but I'll leave that story for another time...
Oct. 10th, 2008 04:00 am (UTC)
Re: I don't do fake memories ...
Hey now you were great in that one event. You can't the fact you stopped to save the drowning lifeguard. It happens.
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:18 am (UTC)
Really, there wasn't anything better than the crossover event that KG and SI ran. It was an incredible moment, in that place that was outside of all time, where the greatest heroes of every age were summoned, living and dead. Cassio actually got to meet Saul - how amazing was that? Meeting another warrior who had gone through a lifetime of war and bitterness and death - Cassio and Saul may have come to some different conclusions about how to live their lives, but it was impressive nonetheless to see someone else who had walked that same road.

But there were a dozen meetings like that. It was emotional for everyone. Cathleen found that same kind of kinship when she met Matteo and Mark. There was never a better shield-wall than the one that faced the Aspect of the Adversary there. Saul, Imus, Ilya, Cathleen, Danae, Blaize, Quintus - Cassio, Alexander, Matteo, Mark, Sebastian, Suren, Ramiro. Dozens of others; proof positive that the two legends were evenly matched in all heroism.

Nor have I ever seen an enemy as fearsome; every fallen gurtal was restored under the Adversary's black banner. The Nameless Ones were cowed into service. Ravelers, too, to unmake all our magics. And yet - and yet - in that hour, when we drew swords together, every Grimslayer and Steadfast and the Sword of Corwynn and Cathleen's crystal sword - the Adversary flinched.
Oct. 10th, 2008 04:01 am (UTC)
I still say we could have taken time for tea during the battle. It would have been a nice touch.
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:29 am (UTC)
That time that you and I decided to break into the Museum of Science and fire up the giant Tesla Coil! I thought your dog's fur would never settle back down after we put him near that thing (admittedly, the pictures of the look on his face are priceless)! And the way you actually stopped and monoglogued to the security guards when we got caught? I thought I'd pee myself right there from laughter!

Admittedly, okay, trying to play mediating once in the holding cell at County was maybe not the best part of the plan.

But hell! What a night!

Oct. 10th, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
Re: Dude...
I would have taken over the world if I could have moved the damn coil another 10 feet. Still it was fun. And great shoes.
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:40 am (UTC)
Um, hullo, best memory ever:
Eating ice cream off of Gerard Butler. Duh.
Oct. 10th, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
Well yeah.
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:44 am (UTC)
Oh, yeah, the road trip
I still don't quite remember why we ended up in Arizona, although I do remember the sneezing fit that the damn desert shrubs always send me into. I remember that you went home with the cute guy (darn you), but at least I got left with good beer.

We'd crossed sixty-seven counties, or so you told me at the time, and I'd stopped being surprised that you kept track of those kinds of things. By the time we passed a few more state lines and reached the ocean, you'd told me how to identify a lizard by the bend in its tail, failed to convince me that Dune was worth reading again, and saved my life at least twice.

I don't think I'm quite up for another trip like that, but it's good to look back on, you know?
Oct. 10th, 2008 04:05 am (UTC)
Re: Oh, yeah, the road trip
okay on next trip I have but one word....Antarctica! We could start in Shackleton and move inward towards the mountains. It will be fun.
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:00 am (UTC)
Remember the crystal bird that we found? It was sitting so quite, so still on the dogwood branch that we thought it must have been put there by some fantastical artist. I wanted to sneak away, but you went and whistled at it. Oh, the sound. The duet between the two of you still moves me to tears.
Oct. 10th, 2008 04:06 am (UTC)
Hell I didn't know I could hold a whistle that long. We should visit the primordial forest more often.
Oct. 10th, 2008 11:52 am (UTC)
Well there seems to be many happy moments in your life but all I can seem to remember is the horrible night nearly 5 years ago.

It had been raining and you thought I had left to go see Avril for the night but I had to come back to the apartment to pick up the weaponized cholera I had been working on.

The look on your face when I opened the door. Why oh why hadn't you locked the door!! I still shudder remembering the blood on the walls and the ceiling. The goat chewing on the torn apart and blood-soaked clothes.

What had those sidewalk preachers done to deserve such a gruesome end!
Oct. 10th, 2008 11:55 am (UTC)
Dude. They were preachers fo Cthulhu and asked if I had any small children to donate to the cause.
Oct. 10th, 2008 01:11 pm (UTC)
You know they probably just needed to add to their Membership. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a servicable number of preachers for the following?
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
The Emile Bührle Foundation Heist in Zurich
I still maintain it was *your* plan. I didn't want to steal one painting, let alone FOUR. Hell, I don't even like Impressionism! But then you had to mention the Degas, and you knew that would hook me.

I'm sorry that we had to ditch the Monet and the Van Gogh, but it was either the paintings or us. I hope you found a good spot for the Cézanne after all the trouble we went to.
Oct. 12th, 2008 03:56 am (UTC)
Re: The Emile Bührle Foundation Heist in Zurich
it is in the Chalet in France. It really finishes the room.
Oct. 12th, 2008 03:35 am (UTC)
Damn, I wasn't supposed to EVER mention...
That time the Mexican army sent a Nightingale to seduce me into telling her were my URAT team had hidden the photos of the General and his dog (I'm all about loving your pets but come on that had to hurt the chiuaua!) But the stupid bint thought you were me and spent the entire time talking about sights in Mexico you had never seen, and of course you went along with it cause she was hot, and all.
Oct. 12th, 2008 03:55 am (UTC)
Re: Damn, I wasn't supposed to EVER mention...
Well it would have been rude to make her feel foolish by bringing up her error. As you know I am nothing if not polite.
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