Go on then...

[avevale_intelligencer]

A meme, acquired from lexin: 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.

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[lexin.livejournal.com]

We walked in the sunlight, along the river. You said, "Look!" and I looked - and that was when the ship came. I have seen you since, from afar.

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

What can I say? If I could have waited another second...would you have gone with me?

[singlemaltsilk.livejournal.com]

San Francisco's Chinatown, 1968. The August Moon festival. We were barely more than children then, you and I, watching the lion dancers, darting in and out among the oblivious adults, picking pockets. Good times.

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I wasn't expecting you to pick mine...

[ci5rod.livejournal.com]

You never did tell me exactly how you persuaded the rhinoceros to try to jump over the barbeque pit, but it tasted delicious.

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

I have to have some secrets.

[aunty_marion]

Did we ever get those dolphins to *stay* in the Black Sea for more than a month? And did you finally manage to fix the ...compromising... tear in your wet-suit?

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

No, but everyone was wearing them that way the following year.

[aunty_marion]

P.S. I did this one a while back...

http://www.livejournal.com/users/aunty_marion/3164.html

Is it something that comes round every April?

[pink-sweater-uk.livejournal.com]

My abiding memory of Sir Zander Nyrond QC is of watching him in full tweeds, swimming off of the coast of Falmouth, attempting to teach ravens to fly underwater.

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

All those hours spent designing snorkels to fit over beaks, all those seminars with slides of flying fish, and the dashed fowls still wouldn't co-operate. Some people just don't want to be helped...

[soren-nyrond.livejournal.com]

It was a clear evening when he came, out of the nowhere, the desert lands.
They brought him to me.
"An old man," they said, "seeking audence."
He came tall, thin, his hair pulled back, his eyes deep and pellucid.
"Nimidulon," he addressed me.
I was surprised, and said so.
"I had not known that that name was allowed again to be spoken in the Common Tongue."
"Than I shall not speak it again," he replied. And nor did he: thereafter all our conversation was held in the Langue Haut -- the tongue of the mountain lands.
"I am come to call you to battle," he went on.
I shook my head: "Those days are past," I told him. "Brother Sword and I are long-parted, and besides, there are eyes that watch for any reunion, and would take word -- "
"Art coward ?" he asked, and I fear my eyes gave me away.
"I see the fire of old yet burns, SwordMaster. There are things to be done, and in them you must play a part."
"As corpse or as thrice-horned traitor ?" I asked.
"Neither, an you would. As conqueror, mayhap; as king in the hereafter if the coins fall aright."
"I am too old."
"Others are older. And more deeply graven in their ways. Men awake, SwordMaster, men who speak words not heard these twenty years. They look for a leader, for a focus, for a -- "
"For a stalking-horse," I said: "For one on whom, when all goes awry, they may lay the blame. For a foolshead, who will front their doings, only to fall away -- or be felled -- should they succeed."
"Do you doubt me ?"
I looked him up and down.
"You have the look of one who has travelled far and seen much pain. But you also have the look of one who thinks, and plans, and dreams dreams, and such men are dangerous."
"Did Morton Silverthumb teach you nothing ?"
"How know you that name ?" I asked, though in truth I knew.
"He told me to tell it to you," he replied. "I am Nicholas of Gleit, and I am Handre Ling, and I am Anderz who was skald to De Vashkin and I am here to call you back to that which you ought never to have left, never to have been made to leave. I am the shape of your destiny, and the rede of the worlds' judgement."

[caomhinmaca.livejournal.com]

You remember! It was the night in the 'Tun when you insisted you had to buy evryone there a glass of milk, so you could become the first 'Lactic Overlord.. You know, the real Big Cheese... So we sia no, that would be a real sour joke, and ya couldn't cow us into submission!

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

Yes. I started that evening with nine lives, like a cat, but by the end I lactate.

[chirosinger.livejournal.com]

The club was dark and smokey the night I came to see you perform. The drinks, strong and the pretzels, stale. I felt overwhelmed
as you started to sing strains of "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face". It had been our song, his and mine.....

(Actually just wanting to say "Hi" to someone I've not yet met. It looks like we know *quite* a few folks in common and share the music/filk thing. It'll be fun to read your postings and get to know you. Zander, right?)

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's me. Hi there. Obviously you've not heard me sing...;) I'm looking forward to the getting-to-know part as well...