More fictional than usual

[redbird]

Yes, I have "resisting memes" as an interest, but this is going around, and looks potentially amusing:

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, if you're so inclined, 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.

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[papersky.livejournal.com]

It was at one of those cons in Luna City -- the one where when you invented micro-gravity finger painting. We went for a soak in the hot-tub before breakfast and the paint-colours came floating off you in bubbles and rising out of the water and bouncing around the dome, making splotches on the clear glass between us and the sharp sharp and wonderfully distant stars.

[eleanor.livejournal.com]

Do remember the day last spring when you invited me uptown to look at birds with you, except it started as a pretty spring day but was pouring by the time I got there. To amuse you I pretended to be a bird and "flew" around your apartment. You didn't seem amused, but liked the tea I made for you.

[yonmei.livejournal.com]

We met on a NAFAL spaceship, after years of communicating by ansible. We were sitting in a hot tub drinking tea with tapioca while you expounded your theory of simultaneity, when Shevek and Takver joined us and shortly afterwards everything happened at once.

[redbird]

Which, of course, showed me several of the holes in that theory, but Shevek suggested a patch or two.

[coyotegoth.livejournal.com]

It's vague now, but I still remember you and I discussing the lineage of our stuffed animals with Theodore Sturgeon, in that small cafe on Bleecker Street; a pity he never met Mike, my stuffed Martian microbe.

[trifles.livejournal.com]

I remember you once convinced me to wear fire engine red, and I blushed like anything and you laughed and said I matched myself.

[cattitude.livejournal.com]

Rememember when we met in Tierra del Fuego? The ice and fire showed us how to live. We sat on our cushions, ate lox, and discussed the nature of being and the being of penguins.

[misia.livejournal.com]

It was late, we were all a little punchy. You know how cons get. Somehow we started playing Truth or Dare, and I remember laughing and laughing but still managing to be astonished into silence when you whipped out your birth certificate and proved that Fidel Castro was your father.

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

It was over the pot of darjeeling and the cucumber sandwiches (but before the raspberry mousse and the apricot tartlets), if I recall correctly, that we came up with the Unified Theory of Space, Time, and Perfect Teapot Spouts. You wrote down the formula on your linen napkin, but the waiter spilled my ice water over it, and the secret was lost again.

Perhaps if they'd put more dill in the cucumber sandwiches, we could have remembered it.

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

Thanks for letting me copy your answers on the SATs. I wouldn't have got into med school without you!

K.

[maviscruet.livejournal.com]

Remember when we were sitting in that cottage I'd rented in Haye on Whye for papersky's wedding talking about how you were looking out for the last ever Peter Wimsey book and then you noticed that there was a missing room in the house. And I spotted the plastered over area, and then that other lady, who's name totally escapes me, suggested that we take a crowbar to it, which seemed like a good idea. And we discovered those bodies that had been entombed in there for hundreds of years and that map. Which I thought needed to go to the British musuem but you can read Aramaic and pointed out that it was actually a puzzle map that lead to the true buriel mound of Arthur and the grail it self and how can trust the british museum with something like that. But at that point we realised that the other guy staying with use was actaully an agent of evil. And we had chase after him to get the map back, and he fell of the top of the book shelves onto that weird metal pyarmid in front of that second hand bookshop. And we solved the puzzle but realised that actually the true grail was inside use all and that's why were able to get to the wedding on time. Did you ever get that last Peter Wimsey book?