Fictional memory meme - Mo's Journal
Fictional memory meme|
Gacked from chimosa
both of whom had very funny responses:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) 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.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and see what your friends come up with.
Wow, you sure made me work for that 15-12 victory in the Hangover Epee Open in 2003. I thought they were going to have to carry me off the piste in a basket.
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 03:35 am (UTC)|| |
You had to bring that up? I could've been a contender. I was the rising star on the fencing circuit until I ran into you. Damn you, executrix
! And your little dog, too!
You WERE a contender, Mo, you just didn't win that particular tournament.
*laughing my ass off here*
When we were little, remember how you said you knew how to make a volcano explode? And then we made that clay and paper mache volcano with the baking soda inside, and you made it go PHHHOOOOMMM! You had to hold me because the noise and the exploding bits scared the daylights out of me?
My therapist says the PTSD is almost over now.
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 12:59 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh I'm so glad to hear it. I was just wondering if I should ask you to join me on the trip I'm planning here
. I here August is great.
You really know how to set back a girl's progress, dontcha?
Do you remember that summer we were neighbors on Long Island? You in your mansion, me in the gardener's cottage next door. You used to come by to play gin rummy and drink mint juleps. My, it was hot. Sometimes we took the train to New York City--trains in those days had rattan seats and ceiling fans--to go see that girl Mabel you kept in an apartment on the West Side.
But mostly you liked to stand out back, at the edge of the water, and look across the small cove to the house on the other side, where Daisy lived. Why you were so obsessed with Daisy, I'll never know. I thought she had a big nose.
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 01:03 pm (UTC)|| |
You have no idea what she could do with that nose.
Thanks for the Fitzgerald references. Hey, do you know he was named for Francis Scott Key? He was Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald. This has been a Fun Fact to Know and Tell.
You have no idea what she could do with that nose.
Glad you got the reference. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, I knew that about Fitzgerald's name. IMHO, Fitzgerald had only one theme (class in America and the longing on the part of poorer people to reinvent themselves as rich), but in The Great Gatsby he gets it perfectly perfectly right.
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 09:07 pm (UTC)|| |
My favorite Fitzgerald oeuvre is a short story called "Bernice Bobs Her Hair" which is about status among adolescents and the longing on the part of less popular kids to reinvent themselves as popular :-). I do like Gatsby, though.
Remember the time we found that abandoned duckling down by the railroad tracks, and you decided to take it home and raise it in the bathtub?
And in the autumn it flew away south, and you cried, and I held your hand.
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 01:04 pm (UTC)|| |
And you told me it was flying to Florida, where the oranges are. Every time I see duck a l'orange on a menu, I think of you.
Hey, hey. Remember the time we worked as clerks in the Quik Stop together? And that day, when you weren't even supposed to be at work, but you got called in anyway and we played roller hockey on the roof? Man, that was a great day. Jeresy 4eva!!
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 01:05 pm (UTC)|| |
A great day for you, maybe. You didn't roll off the roof. OMG those months in traction! But all that time in the hospital was what decided me to be a neurosurgeon and it's a job I love, so I guess I have you to thank for that.
I don't know about you, but I just can't smell popcorn anymore without thinking of that night we accidentally set that cornfield in Kansas on fire...heh. Anyway, I stil miss those days. How's the pony?
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 01:06 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm afraid she perished in the conflagration. I didn't tell you? I named the horse I got after her after you.
*cries bitter tears* My pony...my little pony....
*sniff* Horse eh? I'm moving up, I suppose....
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 05:45 am (UTC)|| |
Sure, why not.
It was spring time. Paris was painted in bright colors and laughter. I made a joke about old movies. You tried hard not to laugh, preferring to be coy. I said that that the sky reminded me of you eyes. You feigned nausea and attempted to throw me off a bridge.
I still think of those times with love in my heart.
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 01:07 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Sure, why not.
I was so awkward in love back then. Someone told me that attempted murder was the way to win a woman's heart and fool that I am, I believed him.
|Date:||July 4th, 2006 01:54 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Sure, why not.
Oh, you won my heart. *looks away dramticly*
I can say no more. *stiffles a sob*
You had to bring up the past, didn't you? Well, then why not bring up our days as a vaudeville duo? The happy years years we spent with that traveling side show, dancing and joking and reaching for the stars. Or maybe you'd prefer to reminisce about how you stole the bearded lady from me and left my heart shredded like so much cole slaw.
I heard you and the bearded betrayer brought a bungalow in Branson, and you make your livings selling fireworks. Hope it's a happy life. Me, I got nothing but cole slaw.
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 02:08 pm (UTC)|| |
What?!!? I can't hear you. This living among fireworks wreaks havoc with your hearing. Half the time I feel like my ears are full of cole slaw.
But...but...after he threw the coleslaw in your face, you found the sweet end instead of the fuzzy end of the lollipop!
'Member that time we hacked into the Pentagon and set the Defense Department on Defcon 5? Nuclear winter's not so bad, you know.
|Date:||July 1st, 2006 09:14 pm (UTC)|| |
Isn't Defcon 5 normal status? It's not? Oh no!
Hey, you ever see Swordfish? Really stupid movie with Hugh Jackman as a computer hacker. As a test of whether he's good enough to join the evil mastermind, he has to hack into a DoD computer while one of the mastermind's thugs holds a gun to his head and one of the mastermind's floozies gives him a blow job? I had taken my son, who was 12 or 13 at the time and told him I thought the movie was totally preposterous, using that scene as an example of a lack of stunning realism. He said, "Oh I think it could happen. Maybe the stress of the gun to his head and the pleasure of the blowjob kind of cancel each other out and he was, you know, okay." Bwah!
From the mouths of babes.
Ah, I try not to dwell too much in the past, because it just hurts too much, but you know that I'd do anything for you.
Our time together was much too short. Yes, it was the summer of '84 in Keturah. I was young, impressionable and closeted, and to me you were the glamorous older woman -- the all-knowing, most politically dedicated leader at the whole kibbutz. Our secret liason ended all too soon. But I will always think of you whenever I eat pomegranite jelly... oh, tell me you remember it too!
|Date:||July 6th, 2006 02:09 am (UTC)|| |
That was you! Pomegranate jelly girl? I still get shivers down my spine whenever I open a jar of it, but I couldn't remember your name. Ummm, you busy next Friday?
OMG, really - Friday?!? ;>
Do you remember that time I came to NY and we went out to dinner and laughed so hard that wine came out our noses? Good times.
|Date:||July 6th, 2006 02:05 am (UTC)|| |
Easy for you to say. It wasn't the person you interviewed with that day for the big job at Dignified Megacorp at the next table.
|Date:||July 5th, 2006 04:43 pm (UTC)|| |
We'll always have Barry...
My best concert experience ever...
You and I at Barry Manilow. When you went up on stage so he could sing "Can't Smile Without You", I thought you'd pass out! Thousands of fans, but it was like it was just you and Barry...
|Date:||July 6th, 2006 01:52 am (UTC)|| |
Re: We'll always have Barry...
Why did you talk me into that concert? I told you I wanted to go see the Stones. I could have had memories of me and Mick Jagger and instead you've left me obsessed with Barry Manilow!
[just popping in while on vacation in Winnipeg - no 'net access at the beach at all, but now I'm in a coffee shop in the city while my aunt takes care of the kids]