I keep thinking I'm gonna give up memes, and then there will be one I just can't resist. Like this one... Which I flat out stole from Bright Crow (and he, in turn, stole from Igraine).
Well? How about it? Anybody remember the time our flea market booth specializing in Hollow Earth artifacts was raided by Atlantean Customs officials? How about the prank with Captain Scarlet and the Voice of the Mysterons? Or that embarassing incident with the yak?
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or have never met), 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, post this little paragraph in your blog and see what your friends come up with...
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So when the cop finally got there, what he saw was a group of pirates in a shouting match with a bunch of ninjas. We all realized what was going on at the same time and all started laughing at once. The poor policeman had to deal with what must have looked like a bunch of crazy people laughing at themselves by the side of the road.
Remember that? I mean, how could you forget?
I looked across the room, and our eyes met. And I knew we were thinking the same thing. This is why we're here.
Which reminds me again of the time my covenmates and I had gone to visit yet another friend at the Vermont commune where she lived, and were all sitting cross-legged, perched on the furniture in her hut while she made us all organic herb tea and my friend Doug played with her rain stick. Suddenly, Kirk grinned up at me and said, "Bet you never thought you'd find yourself here, did you?"
And he was right. There's no way the sheltered little WASP-girl from Suburbia could have predicted how implausible life would have turned out to be--and how rich, how rare, and how strange.
Thanks for the memory.
Maritzia--oh, yes. I remember it well. And it is one of my favorite memories of you, too.
Steve--I can't remember--were those the eight-dog teams or the twelve-dogs? They were all Rhodesian Ridgebacks, of course, for the Sahara leg--chosen for their heat tolerance.
Of course, it all came to naught when they spotted that lion and just had to give chase. (This is why I only race with a team of matched Bichons, to this day.)
You don't? Because I still have the photograph of the black eye you gave me.
Oh, Deborah... nah. You must have me confused with someone else whose boyfriend removed a tic someplace personal. I would never lose my temper over such a thing as that!
Now, there was that time you swiped some of my emergency chocolate stash. I will plead guilty to getting a little physical then. But that counts as self defense, after all! And the swelling went down within a couple of days, just like I said it would... right?
Ah... good times, good times...