Monday, October 20, 2008

False Memory Syndrome, I think....

Swiped from Igraine.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or have never met), please post a comment with a completely made up, 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 in your blog and see what your friends come up with...



Cat Chapin-Bishop said...

Well, there wasn't that time last summer when you were in Massachusetts visiting, and we persuaded you and your hubby to brave the dog hair and sleep on our fold-out couch for the night at our place. I promised you a great night out at the new Tibetan place, but then we went to the Blue Bonnet for apple pancakes for breakfast, went used book shopping downtown all day (I thought I was never going to get you out of the Haymarket) and, by the end of the day, we realized not only were we not remotely hungry even yet, but we had completely blown our budgets on used books.

The next day we had planned to climb up to the Summit House and picnic, but we couldn't tear ourselves away from the books and computers, so we spent the whole day at home, blogging and binge reading by turns. I realized it had been a fantastic visit, even though we'd spent so much of it not even making eye contact, let alone having the amazing deep conversations I'd thought we would be having.

The penalty for being a bookaholic, I guess...

Bright Crow said...

Thanks, Sweety.

Next time Walhydra swears not to go near a book...because she craves Tibetan (not that she's ever had this incarnation, that is).

Love to you and Peter.

We might sneak up there in the spring.


Grumpy Granny said...

Hey, Michael, remember that time that G. and I drove all the way to Fl to visit you and Jim? And while we were there, we entered that poetry contest that some neighborhood bookstore was having? Wow, it was so great when you won and had to read your winning poem on the local radio.

Ah, the memories!!



Yvonne said...

Do you remember when I was showing you how the make the elixir of life, but you added too many phoenix fetaher's to the unicorn horn shavings, the alembic exploded and you burnt off your eyebrows? It took a year for them to grow back, and when they did they were all curly and you had to buy an eyebrow-straightener from that dodgy trader who claimed to be from the lands within the Hollow Earth? Then when you went back for more batteries, her stall had been shut down by Atlantean customs officials...

Jason said...

I'll never forget the time we were at the reference desk and Mr. Norge stopped by, dressed up in his best lederhosen, and did that incredible Elvis impersonation for us. Damn could that guy sing.

Bright Crow said...


That was an utterly silly experience and lots of fun.

Fortunately, the radio station wouldn't actually let me read the poem...because of all the naughty words.


Bright Crow said...


Eeeks!!! What a memory!

But your forgot the part where Zorb (remember her) joined in doing Dolly Parton (between moments of scolding us for not finding her answer quick enough).

Don't you really really miss reference?


Bright Crow said...


Yes, that was a particularly weird weird years go.

Actually, I've now decided to let my eyebrows grow and braid them at the outer corners.

It thrills the homeless people at the library where I work.


KM said...

I remember the first time I offered you Marmite when you called in for lunch one weekend - your face was a picture! But at least the cat has started coming out from behind the boiler where she hid, so all's well that ends well.

Take care