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meme -- remember when?

If you read this (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! Then, if you choose to do so, you can post a similar entry in your own journal.

Written for coffeeslayer --
We went to New York and dug a tunnel in the snow, hiding from the rabid beaverbats. We'd traced the gengineers as far as lower Manhattan, but there they'd laid their trap. The garlic mostly worked, and I was thankful you'd thought to bring it, but it was mostly the red hair dye that distracted them long enough to let me run for it.

The gengineers did an amazing job of putting you back together after I hacked their chaos circuits. They never expected such a show of anti-solidarity from a so-called hero.

Truly, American television saved the day.

Written for cussedness --
I think my saddest memory with you is the day you lost your million dollar idea. I was just a phonecall away to climb through the sewers of your victorian mansion, but to no avail. The psychic investigation agency didn't help anything, either--come to think of it, I don't quite understand why they were there. Did you call them in? They seemed to just "know" what was going on, which, in my world at least, is dangerously uncanny in retrospect. They certainly couldn't guess the card I was holding, no matter how many times they tried. When slight of hand can fool a psychic, something is definitely amiss.

I can't believe I never saw it before! The seed money for their demonic network... your idea... I'm so sorry...

Written for degnarra --
Two years ago in Versailles--we were trundling down the river watching the sky turn purple and pink, while the suns swam in circles. I love equinoxes, and while it's a simple memory, I think it's one of my favorites. The way the water moved, and the singing of the toadlings; even you answering your cellphone somehow fit into the harmony of it all (doesn't hurt that I really like Machiavelli's Fourth Symphony for Brunettes). I just wish I could find the floating restaurant again--I've not had anything like its fried potato slices, since.

Written for shaktool --
In 2026, I accidentally tuned in my mind probes to your mental radio. Convolving that signal with the original songs, I was able to establish a new signal--running that against the bible as spoken by James Earl Jones, the plans to a UFO were laid out quite plainly. I built the UFO and flew off to Andromeda, where aliens probed me and sent me back; unfortunately for me, they sent me back to 2000 with a completely different history. All I have left are the disturbing dreams which I hope will someday bring me back to my true past.


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Nov. 30th, 2005 01:30 pm (UTC)
Well, you remember the time, of course, when we went to eat at Alice's restaurant down in San Mateo, right? You dropped on by my house on 30th Street and picked me up on your bike. We cruised across town over to route 1, then shot on down the Peninsula. Unfortunately, the jack ass with the camper trailer didn't bother to look before trying to pass the Honda in front of him and pushed us off the left side of the road. Thankfully, we both only suffered minor road rash, or should I say bush rash.

After surviving that scariness, breakfast at Alice's was all that much more enjoyable.
Nov. 30th, 2005 06:00 pm (UTC)
It's funny how bleeding over a person's establishment can bring out their best. She really let us have it, with the cakes and super-sized portions [[and I know they're big to begin with]] (and the disinfectant).

Truly everything you could want. :)
Dec. 1st, 2005 03:54 am (UTC)
Well it was the red gencakes with the rinosplash sauce that really did me in. I mean the afterage was just off the lead.

Who knows, it may have just been the aerosneeze.
Nov. 30th, 2005 01:46 pm (UTC)
I remember when we were just ions, sailing on a solar wind, back before the dinosaurs found themselves plagued by zebrastripes. Ah, the years of zipping through storms and seas. I know it went sour. We never speak of it, but I'll never forget the day Merbit died.

It was the most beautiful explosion I'd ever seen.

Nov. 30th, 2005 05:58 pm (UTC)
Mer. Merb merb. MerrrrrBIT. Merbit. MrBIT.

Nov. 30th, 2005 02:14 pm (UTC)
Well, probably my favorite memory of you was when my friends and I filled up some Super Soakers, then pounced on you while you were studying for a math test you were going to take in a couple hours. You made plenty of brilliant faces. Alas, we had no camera; we didn't want to get it wet.

I don't think this is your favorite memory of me.
Nov. 30th, 2005 06:01 pm (UTC)
It wouldn't have been so bad if you'd used _water_. The chemical burns under my skin grafts still ache on cold days.

But that's okay. You know I forgive you.

Well, forgave you--how's the knee?
Nov. 30th, 2005 02:47 pm (UTC)
Well, this is hard for me since I have so MANY crazy non-memories of good times we had together... it's difficult to pick just one! But I suppose one of the most memorable is the time we were travelling in South Africa and came down with traveller's diarrhea. We wound up in a sketchy outpatience clinic where they gave us pills so large they were hard to swallow and told us to take them all at once. The next day when we woke up, our diarrhea was gone but our skin had turned black. We bought Batik robes and everyone thought you looked just like Nelson Mandela. As luck would have it we bumped into his ex-wife Winnie at the morning market and she started yelling at you in Afrikaans. She thought you were pretending not to understand what she was saying so in anger she pushed you and sent you flying into a pile of papayas, then stormed off. The owner of the papaya stall was so thrilled to see Nelson Mandela knocking over her papayas that she invited us to her daughter's wedding that weekend and in place of her deceased father you got to bless the newlywed couple and walk the daughter down the aisle.
Nov. 30th, 2005 05:56 pm (UTC)
That was truly beautiful. :)
Nov. 30th, 2005 02:54 pm (UTC)
Remember that time we were attacked by those two dogs? Of course, maybe we shouldn't have been jumping into people's backyards trying to steal garden hoses, but if it weren't for the dogs it would have been so worth it!
Nov. 30th, 2005 05:56 pm (UTC)
Feh! It was still worth it. The fifteen-foot statue of tentacled Elvis pwn3d!
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Dec. 1st, 2005 01:34 am (UTC)
I've always been a fast runner. I'd never run that fast naked, before, though.
Nov. 30th, 2005 10:32 pm (UTC)
I remember how we met.
We lived in the same neiborhood and I was outside, writing on the cement with my non-toxic chalk. - And here you come, riding your brand new bike. Two wheels. You hit something on the street and crashed into my brick mail box...

Sounded like you were in a lot of pain or something.
I went up to you and, being the kind child I was, I waited until you stopped moaning while laying on the ground.
urm, do you have a dollar? Quickly, the ice cream man is almost on this street
Dec. 1st, 2005 01:35 am (UTC)
I always wondered where that dollar went...
Dec. 1st, 2005 10:20 am (UTC)
The night...
The night we went out to the beach with a bottle of Sake and as much firewood as we could carry. I got so drunk that I couldn't stand up to pee against the windbreak so you were holding me up as the cop came over and hit us with the beam of his spotlight. You jumped a bit throughing your hands in the air and I just dropped like a stone pissing all over the place. The cop had such a laugh at that.... That was an expensive ticket. But sitting in the sand watching the ocean and the light came up was wonderful... few nights like that one.

Dec. 2nd, 2005 07:17 pm (UTC)
Re: The night...
Thank you; it's been too long, and that had faded far from my mind. It's good to bring it back.
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