By way of many folks...

[ellyssian]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) 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 be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

And, yeah, I'll have to catch up and post many fake memories as time allows... end o' the month, fourteen hour workdays, intermittent breathing, stuffy nose, wot wot...

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[(Anonymous)]

Do you recall that time in Maine on the Kennebec when we ( you, me, & your brother) were white water rafting? It was before the log jams from the paper mills were done away with and we got stuck (almost crushed!) when some fast moving logs pushed us into some slow moving ones and the raft almost tipped? I forget which one of us was the hero...who spotted that low hanging thick tree branch first? And which of us was agile enough to grab it? Was it you or your bro who shoved us away from logs into the shallows under that tree? What I do know is that the tuna sandwiches I'd brought were the best ever... especially when we finally were safe enough to eat them!

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

Who spotted the tree? I mean you were up front, so you found it first, but you were facing the other direction... Dan grabbed it as we both fended off those logs...

False memory...

[nyxalinth.livejournal.com]

We snuck into a movie theater to see the new Harry Potter and got caught and thrown out.

Re: False memory...

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but didn't you grab the ushers set of keys?

false memory ^_^

[mythweaver.livejournal.com]

We ate marshmallows at a campfire in Iowa, singing songs at the top of our lungs before we went hoarse, and then realizing that our marshmallows had been stolen by greedy raccoons...

Re: false memory ^_^

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

That one racoon had a great baritone - you wouldn't think he had it in him, I mean you take one look at him and you'd say 'tenor' if you were generous, but most likely you'd expect 'soprano'...

[wisedonkey.livejournal.com]

So there I was, trogging through the jungles of Arizona at night. I hear this noise behind me, and there you were. You came up and asked, "I thought this place was supposed to be rocks and sand and scrub brush and stuff like that?"

Of course, you were right. As it turns out, there was a massive time warp that caused all people with a livejournal to be transported back in time to pre-historic Arizona. In fact, the Grand Canyon was known as The Little Ditch at the time. The pariah river actually had flowing water!

Pretty soon, we found every other lj user and rounded up all the physicists. We put them to work. They figured out that the problem was a universal data sink error caused by some idiot deleting /dev/null on a machine that had a bad clock. They determined that a brief thermionic inversion of the isomorphic temporal field should get us all back to our own time, and back to our original positions as well. All they needed were a couple of mirrors, one of those silly ionic air purifiers, and an infinitely long, rapidly spinning cylinder. Surprisingly, the cylinder, air purifier and electricity for the purifier were easy to come by. It was the mirrors that proved to be problematic.

Fortunately, you remembered that the Navajo's and other area tribes made jewelry from local silver deposits. After putting the masses to work in the mines, enough silver for the required mirrors was found. After a week of smelting, casting and polishing, the mirrors were ready.

The physicists used the items in what to the untrained eye would look like a sick and perverse cult ceremony or perhaps an actual production of one of the many versions of the Aristocrats joke. After the shock and abject horror wore off, a glowing orb of temporal flux filled the area. Within moments, everyone was back in front of their computers, writing bad poetry about the ordeal.

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

A data sink!
You dirty fink!
I'll smack you on the skull
the next time you type /dev/null!

Err, yeah. I remember it like it was yesterday, six and a half weeks ago, and/or several million years ago. Although I'm not sure what you mean about the bad poetry thing, I've only seen top notch stuff come out of the whole affair.

[straif.livejournal.com]

I remember when I posted a fake memory in your LiveJournal.

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

Paradoxically, I rememeber that as well.

[jenjiyana.livejournal.com]

i remember the time we dressed up as master shake and frylock from aqua teen hunger force and went around to all the area Wawas singing the ATHF theme song for change...until someone's german shepherd came after us and we had to make a run for it or get mauled...

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and the damn dog kept growling, "I just want a few fries to go with that shake!"

[thewrongcrowd.livejournal.com]

You call this working? ;)

I'll never forget the night the racoons showed up at your place. Thousands and thousands just wandered out of the woods and circled the house. It was a full moon and cold as the dickens. Remember how that one separated itself from the others and came up on the deck, made a little bow and introduced itself as Yammo? Then the alien space ship flew over and pulled them all up in a beam. Freaky man. And I always wonder if their are alien hybrid racoons digging through garbage cans all over the world.

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

Nah, but for 10 or so hours between when I posted that and when I started replying to all these I was working! =)

Yammo, we hardly knew ye... although I thought I saw him down the road the other day - he was asking one of the deer to take him to their leader.

[nhmetalchick.livejournal.com]

Remember the Halloween party in 1988 when you had me wax your legs and bikini line and then you dressed up as a Harvard Sq. hooker? It must of taken us like 20 stores before we finally found hot pink size 13 stilletos. I wonder if the poor salesman is still traumatized! I must say though, you did make one fine looking hooker with that platinum blond wig, silver spandex mini skirt and that netted half shirt. You even had the cops fooled (I told you not to moon that car, that it was undercover cops)

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

Hey, the lady at the store did say I have nice legs!

[ladyazure.livejournal.com]

Hehe..Remember that time we were sitting in that small pub? It was super crowded, but there were only like 20 people there total? It was warm and there was a snow storm out and we were all drinking the house ale that was on draft? Someone muttered how there needed to be more to do than drink and poke others with the misthrown darts, so you pulled out your instrument and started playing. Soon, everyone was joining in and the drinks and laughs were filling the pub.

Do you remember that? Good times! Good times...:)

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I seem to recall that they didn't really start to pay that much attention to the music until you started singing along...