Jacked from just about everybody ...

[apocalypsos]

The Fake Memory Meme ...

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'm seriously going to have to go to other people's journals when I get home from work and make some stuff up ... er, share some memories. ;)

Comments

[fileg.livejournal.com]

Well, there was that time we got separated at the New Spirit is Old Spirit festival and you had to get a ride home with the sitar player on the back of his bicycle. It's been years now - are you *ever* going to show me the tattoo he talked you into?

[leatherdykeuk.livejournal.com]

My lasting memory of you was when we went out for that dring back in '97 and hooked up with Seven of Nine and ALF. They were such a cute couple, and you kept plying ALF with drinks until he got legless. You scored that night, but sadly I didnt.

How about the time we first met?

[kijeren.livejournal.com]

I fell off a light pole at the Pride Parade in San Francisco, and you saved me from being trampled... I spent the rest of the day trying to convince you you couldn't possibly be a troll princess 'cause any one as cool as you had to be a faery!

Re: How about the time we first met?

[kijeren.livejournal.com]

found you through metaquotes, hope you don't mind that I friended you, I adore your wit.

[lots42.livejournal.com]

You once sold me some Excalibur porn artwork and it turned out not to be Shadowcat and Meggan as advertised, but Allistaire Stuart.

[sabotabby]

It was really great growing up with you in rural Ontario. Seriously, I'd have been so bored if I didn't have someone to get jacked up on JD and go cow-tipping with. Remember that really saggy cow? We should have guessed that the reason for her sagginess was because she'd just given birth and she was nursing a calf.

Anyway, we tipped her, and she fell over, and whooosh! I've never seen anyone get soaked head-to-toe with nasty-smelling cow-juice before. It suited you, though, and it was enough to make me a vegan.

I wish we'd had digital cameras in those days.

[akacat]

I'll never forget the time we rolled that weird bald guy, and got so much money off him we bought ourselves tickets on the Concord. *That* was a wild ride! Too bad they arrested us when we got to Orly. Le sigh.

Well, at least we can say we joined the mile high club at the speed of sound.

[budclare.livejournal.com]

I remember how you used to fuck up the whole time-space continuum with all your gallivanting around the cosmos in search of hot guys to shag blind. You almost blew up the whole multiverse during the incident with a certain witch/whitelighter who shall remain nameless, and Q chewed me out for not trying to stop you. 'Course, that's because I was busy seducing a certain fictional archeologist at the time and couldn't be bothered to pay attention to your shenanigans.

Good times. :)

[zeelee-penguin.livejournal.com]

One of my favorite memories of you is when you visited me in Salt Lake City and we visited all the mormon monuments, making fun of all the poor schmoes. I also took you to the Joseph Smith sphinx and Saturday's Voyeur*, and they liked you so much they hired you as a regular writer of the show.



*Saturday's Voyeur is a show that a local theater company does every summer, basically a bunch of skits that take the piss out of Utah and mormonism. It's one of the few things in Salt lake city that I'm truly proud of.

[jennimarie.livejournal.com]

Oh man, do you remember the time that you and Bob and I robbed that bank in Boise? You were pretty high after smoking all the crack, but its my favorite memory of Boise. Maybe even ever.

[ktmobile.livejournal.com]

Do you remember that time we got into the fist fight with the Albanian midgets? It was right after we started touring with Carrot Top, as his road crew, and we stopped in Cleveland for a night off. The circus was in town, and around midnight we got into a drinking contest with two of the midgets. You kept making "tiny feet" jokes, and after their fifth shots of Jager the midgets threw down. I got a nasty shiner, but you gave new meaning to the word "midget tossing."

Ahh. Memories, yeah?

[malhablada.livejournal.com]

God, I thought I would never write about this night, but I'm also kind of glad you've finally given me the opportunity.

It must have been, what, 4 years ago now? We started the night out at an abandoned farmhouse, waiting for all the local fluffy-bunny Wiccans to show up and do a ritual they ripped off from The Craft so we could jump out pretending to be demons and dump goat's blood on them. So when the guy shows up with the blood, it was just red paint, and you were FURIOUS. So instead, we took off with the butcher shop delivery boy's hot cousin.

I don't remember what we were drinking, but it must have been foul. Weren't they serving it out of an old, corroded oil drum? It tasted like licking a 9-volt battery, whatever it was.

So, we drink ourselves blind, and we come to in this van like two days later. Some guy named Olivier was wearing my underwear on his head, and you were wearing nothing but a garbage bag, for some reason, and the van is SCREAMING down the highway, headed for Kalamazoo, MI.

So, as soon as you can get your voice working (no small feat, considering the stuff we'd been drinking) you ask where your clothes are, and everyone in the car started chattering away in French. That's when we realize that no one else in the car speaks any English. Then we both passed out again, and when we woke up we were sleeping under some old lady's porch in Cincinnati.

God that was a weird weekend. Good times, though.

[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

I remember when you went to Zion, got Morpheus, and had him help you pilot your giant Trollprincess Mech into DC to step on Dubya.

[coyotegoth.livejournal.com]

Ahh, for the days when you and I used to attend Young Republicans for Christ meetings under assumed names, then drag them out for tequila shots, before dropping them off at the Manhole. I wonder if that last bunch of pictures ever developed?

[gem225.livejournal.com]

I remember that double date we went on three summers ago. I knew we shouldn't have let them talk us into going to a drive-in. We got drunk on the beer they produced, and you ended up making out with my date in the front seat while I went down on your date in the back seat.

[robyn-ma.livejournal.com]

then there was the time you went around trying to get everyone to call you 'doug fondue.' you went so far as to wear a name tag reading 'hi! i'm doug f.!' this went on for about 3 months. we didn't really get it, but we went along.

[teleute12.livejournal.com]

Hey, man, remember when we were just sitting around with a bunch of our friends, shooting the shit, when someone got the idea to go on a road trip? Everyone just piled into your old van with whatever they had on them, and away we went, down the California coast to Mexico. It was a fantastic journey, even if the van did overheat all those times - I remember once we broke down along the Big Sur, and while Steve and Junie were off getting food, you and I went down to the beach and waded in the ocean. It was the best week I've ever had.

[elfiepike.livejournal.com]

Remember that one time you were pregnant and we all wondered who the father was and then the baby was born and it had hooves? That shit was whack, man. <3

[siegeofangels.livejournal.com]

Ah, I remember that time we made the bundt cake for Sarah's birthday. You'd eaten some plain cocoa because you didn't believe that it tasted that bad without sugar, and then in your horror you went to grab your bottle of root beer and accidentally drank from the vanilla extract instead.

You spent a good ten minutes hopping around the kitchen singing "bundt, bundt, bundt!" and giggling, and finally Brian had to threaten to call Poison Control, and by that time, it was too late for the cake, so we ended up having to do that thing where you poke holes in the cake and fill it with Hershey's syrup and cover it with Cool Whip so people couldn't tell it was kind of lopsided.

Sarah still tells me it was the best cake ever.

[jenboo.livejournal.com]

Dude, I remember when you ran into James Marsters and he loved your leather trenchcoat so much he took you out to dinner and you stayed up all night discussing the merits of naugahyde vs. pleather. Fascinating. *g*

[secretbutterfly.livejournal.com]

Well, there was this one time at band camp, when we went to Disneyland with the cast of Lord of The rings and got our pictures taken on Splash Mountain and then in the pictureyou were in front and Elijah wood was sitting behind you but he was all scared and ducked behind you whent he picture was taken and then I was sitting in front of Liv Tyler but no one could tell because we looked so alike.
...
lmfao.
I've had old easter candy and I'm wearing a disneyland tank top. I blame it on that. Yeah.

[trishalynn.livejournal.com]

Man, oh, man... remember the time last year I won the lottery and called everyone on my f-list? All those first-class tickets were really expensive, but it was worth it to be able to get off the plane at Cannes just in time to throw the celebrity bash to end all celeb bashes. But I don't remember exactly how my purse ended up at the bottom of the pool. Care to fill me in?

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

And then there was that time when we spent Hallowe'en in Paris, and we all somehow got turned into our costumes, and you'd got up as the Barbarian from the old Dungeons and Dragons cartoon, and you went and broke the Eiffel Tower?

Man, those Gendarmes cannot take a joke. The car chase was fun, though.

[wenchamok.livejournal.com]

Remember the time you and I did body shots off of Hugh Jackman?

[dargie.livejournal.com]

I just remembered that day we snuck into the garden at Sissinghurst and stole a bouquet of flowers! And then we threw them all into a bucket of water and drove back up to London, threw them in a vase and put them on the dinner table at the restaurant where we had that party for everyone. And nobody would believe where we got them. I remember we got so pissed off about that. After all the trouble we went to.

[illmantrim.livejournal.com]

I remember how it was when we snuck into yer office and wriote obscene slogans all over the place, and left fingerprints pointing at yer evil boss! heh
that was fun

[nycdeb.livejournal.com]

OK, here's one I bet you never thought you'd hear about again - what about that weekend when you, me and those two junior varisty players broke into the school library and ripped up everyone's library fines right before the end of the year. Man, we thought we were hot shit, didn't we? Especially when those two jocks started to pussy out and whine about how we were gonna get caught. You were BRILLIANT - throwing your voice across the room and SUCH a perfect imitation of Coach Bill. I think Scott actually wet himself.

Yeah. Good times :-)

[blackgarden.livejournal.com]

There was that time you invented the Atkins diet. Oh, and the time you dared that guy to drink a glass of soy sauce and he was sick for like two days. And there was the time we saw Tony Danza at the mall and I held him down while you kicked him in the head, screaming, "WHO'S THE BOSS NOW, TONY?" I've never seen a grown man cry so hard.

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

Oh, god, dude... remember that one time? When we were on Conan, and the masturbating bear reverted to his natural state, and aattacked you? And the Max Weinberg Seven and I had to jump in and save you, using only a boom mike and an amp?

*nostalgic sigh*

Good times.

And you can hardly see the scar.

[velocityboy.livejournal.com]

I was just thinking of you. Well, it was raining out, so I was really thinking about that time it rained really hard in New Orleans, and you and I were wading in the floodwaters trying really hard not to touch the dead bodies that bobbed out of their crypts. That was so rank. I swear I still feel like that fifteen year old kid, dressed all in black, acting all goth, but scared out of my effing skull that I was gonna see a real dead body. You handled the whole thing well. The bottle of Manischewitz you stole from the Goldsteins actually did do the trick, although the stuff kinda tasted like Robitussin. Anyway, whenever it rains, I think of you, death, and really bad kosher wine.

[justbluemyself.livejournal.com]

Remember that time we went on a scavenger hunt and one of the things we had to bring back was Donald Trump's toupee? Wasn't it clever how we just scraped up some roadkill from the highway, washed it up a bit, and then snuck into The Don's house while he was asleep and exchanged the roadkill for his offensive hair piece? I can't believe he still hasn't noticed!

[misshallelujah.livejournal.com]

I will never forget the time when the two of us went back in time and started WWII. Oh, those were the days...

remember...

[jitterbugparfum.livejournal.com]

the time were we on that train in Tuscany, and I spilled some of the wine we'd snuck on all over your pants, so you went to the ladies' room to try to dry them off and thought it would be a great idea to just hang them out the window to dry, but they caught a gust of wind and blew away and you had to ride all the way to Florence with NO PANTS?