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I got this from jehanna:

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

I am: tired
Current Media: TiVo: I'm Still Alive!

z_gryphon From: z_gryphon Date: April 28th, 2004 10:15 pm (UTC) (Direct Link)
Isn't there already a spew filter for this? "Remember the time when MegaZone and Marty FREAKIN Hannigan beat up Steve Jobs at COMDEX? They thought he was the Pope! Marty FREAKIN Hannigan! Gimme another one here!"
academichussy From: academichussy Date: April 28th, 2004 10:52 pm (UTC) (Direct Link)

Fresh Cut Grass

I remember when my Harvard interview for graduate school got rescheduled and I had a lot of time to kill, so we agreed to meet up for dinner and further entertainment. You were always highly intent on proving that anime was a good source of "fun". Something I scoffed at as your previous attempts, we would always end up in bed before the movie was halfway over. My entry to anime always seemed to be how the movie started and NEVER the ending.

There was a lot more sexual tension during dinner then our prior meetings. We didn't see each other on a regular basis, so everytime we did meet up, it was almost always like a first date. Conversation would falter during the first course, we'd gaze at each other and look away when one caught the other staring. We'd subconsciously play chess with the table adornments. I became so frustarted, I yelled "Checkmate!" only to have you almost in hysterics. The resturant was very low key and quiet, the waiter rushed over to see if everything was alright. We both looked at each other, only to start giggling madly as you paid the check.

We walked out of the resturant hand in hand, towards our cars. I had found a spot right next to yours, so you navigated to the small space between them. I leaned up against my car, putting my handbag on the roof. I remember that a soft breeze had blown hair into my eyes. I reached up to brush the hair out of the way, only to find that in that split second you had pinned me against my car. I had smiled as you leaned in to whisper a few naughty things in my ear. I started to shake my head slowly to your suggestion when I felt your right hand inbetween my thighs. When I opened my mouth to protest, you began to murmur even more softly in my ear, like a kiss.

Do you remember?

pfloyd From: pfloyd Date: April 29th, 2004 05:20 am (UTC) (Direct Link)
I remember way back in the day, at WPI before I transferred out to ZooMass, when you decided to give up the denim jacket, Shirt-o-the-Day from Blackbird, and RAThat, and decided that you would start dressing in a manner most befitting a WPI student who was, one day, going to fit into the Real-World-as-They-Thought-It-Was: You walked into the Wedge wearing a rather modest yet very tasteful suit -- dark charcoal grey, off-white shirt and a striped blue tie... The shoes were black leather, though I don't know why you went with the ones with the tassels. You also said that you were giving up the name Megazone, and sticking with your given name, and then sat down and asked us two things: How we thought Bush (Sr) was doing in the White House, and if we had found a place for God and Jesus in our lives.

(Okay, I've just described the AntiZoner... he's gotta be out there somewhere...)