I'm not entirely sure this is wise ...

[tamaranth]

meme from many, but pasted from swisstone:

If you read this,
Even if I don't speak to you often,
Please post a memory
of me in a comment.

It can be anything you want, it can be good or
bad*,

Just so long as it happened.

Then post this to your journal.
See what people remember about you. Or not.

*T adds: 'if it's really bad, bear in mind I'm feeling a little fragile at the moment. If it is really bad but funny, though, you have carte blanche.

Comments

[ajshepherd.livejournal.com]

Talking about music and feeding the jukebox at Acnestis meetings years ago.
Why don't we have conversations like that any more?

[dalmeny]

Scouring the toyshops of Jersey in search of fully-posable action figures.

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

Seeing you arrive at B Movie not only wearing silver stripey booooots, but with your amazing hypnotic chest flashing out strange signals into the night. Whilst clutching a guinness and mugging me for a drag of my cigarette.

You're damned cool, my dear.

[darth-tigger.livejournal.com]

Sitting by a swimming pool discussing Miles Vorkosigan.

Walking down the road away from the Albert Hall talking about soprano voices being used as instruments.

Eating fried goats' cheese.

Looking languorous on a chaise longue.

[ladymoonray.livejournal.com]

Standing by the wave machine in the Maritime Museum, turning to one another and saying "Let's go to the beach." The braincell must have been in mid air, or something.

[lproven.livejournal.com]

A train journey from Birmingham and your joy at my (mis)quoting Beowulf in the original.

Your attendance at parties in both a stranger's house in Hereford and a dodgy bikers' pub in Mornington Crescent.

Your see-through plastic briefcase with clinically-tidy contents.

The colourschemes of your homemade database applications. Your desktop themes. (Little green trees and the Lord of the bloody Rings.) Your bloody awful old PC, Amanda's only-marginally-less-nasty one, and evenings up to the elbows in it.

Your compilation tapes. Your music in general, your love of it, your passion for it, your encyclopædic knowledge of it... and your complete inability to carry a tune in a bucket.

Your mosaic pictureframes, from Jeff Koons' Louise Bourgeois to Dali via the whole damned universe.

Tooting Common at midnight.

The expression on your face, of terror and joy, at successfully riding the sidecar outfit, first time, after pugwash and landsmand and etrigan and khaylock and others had all either failed or flatly refused. (My own terror was not entirely insignificant, either, come to that. I was in that sidecar.)

Your expression when I photographed you in the red sidecar in your red leather jacket and curly red hair.

Burnham on Crouch; a weekend in Essex; the peace of a nuclear power station and the horror that is Southend - and that is random theft.

Your snakeskin-pattern dress at Eastercon.

A mountaintop on the Isle of Man. Several of them, in fact.

Your handwriting; your book dedications; your greetings-cards.

Your themed presents and their occasional deep inscrutability.

Crusty bread and cheese and fisssssh.

Your utter, utter blindness to the fact that there are other good stouts than Guinness porter.

Jirds. Millions of them. Looking at us. With their eyes.

Jirds in the bed. Really in the bed.

Bedbugs in the bed, too.

A long walk in Greenwich Park when I was near-suicidal. The awe and majesty of the Roman Villa. The double-decker Mexican restaurant.

"Elfhood."

A mountaintop (well, a big hill, anyway) in Colorado. Several of them, too. With Angie, too, sometimes.

And mountainbikers.

But especially Bergen Peak.

Evenings with you and mmcpoland.

A Quorn Mole.

Valentine's Dayweekend in Jersey.

Your face when, on the plane to Jersey, I said "we can go and see Tobes!"

Your reaction to my reaction to tickets to Milan.

Zürich.

You arriving at the boating lake in Mooragh Park in Ramsey, dripping.

I could go on, but that will do, for now.

[sbisson.livejournal.com]

Meeting you the first time I went to the Tun, and the compilation tape you gave me that I played againand again for The Only One's track...

I always flirt with death
I could kill, but I don't care about it
I can face your threats
Stand up tall and scream and shout about it

I think I'm on another world with you
I'm on another planet with you

You always get under my skin
I don't find it irritating
You always play to win
I don't need rehabilitating

Another girl, another planet
Another girl, another planet

Space travels in my blood
And there ain't nothing I can do about it
Long journeys wear me out
Oh God we won't live without it

Another girl is loving you now
Another planet, forever holding you down
Another planet

[asynje.livejournal.com]

Discussing that movie with the subtitles and the differences between beast and udyr and such, while sipping Royal Pink!Drink with ladymoonray. And watching the Royals the next morning.

Lovely evening, that *nods*

[swisstone.livejournal.com]

Interviewing Stephen Baxter in your sunglasses in Stevenage.

[zoo-music-girl.livejournal.com]

Chanctonbury Ring, as in Kate's, but for you it's bargaining with you over who'd get Satan if we successfully summoned him. That was a damn good day out.

[fastfwd.livejournal.com]

One time a few years ago after a do at Murder One, Chris and I were going to go out to eat Chinese food with you and that handsome guy you hang around with. But then we saw how late it was, and we had to beg off because we had to go home and make sure our kid got to school the next day.

We always wished that we had decided to misbehave and gone to eat Chinese food with you instead. Our kid got himself to school with no problem.:)

[d-floorlandmine.livejournal.com]

Not being able to believe that you and Kate were going swimming that time I actually made it to the coast with you-all ...

[sneerpout.livejournal.com]

Sitting with you on a railway station bench in Basingstoke after Plokta.con. We were warned that an *extremely* high-speed train was approaching, and as it entered the station it seemed to bend slightly, as if it was about to head straight for us.

Realising after it passed that you had been holding your breath in horror as well, and had also thought "Potter's Bar".

[reddragdiva]

Delivering a laptop and noticing how short you are compared to me, and how curly your hair is. Also, your top with the glowing rotating logo at B-Movie ;-)

[yonmei.livejournal.com]

During an Acnestis weekend, when having lunch in the pub, I hugged you and, in the course of hugging you, impulsively picked you up. You, understandably, yelled at me to put you down, and I did, and apologised.

I've wondered ever since if you ever forgave me.

[elinor.livejournal.com]

Meeting you at Novacon 22 and our many wonderful, spirallingly tangential conversations.

Your wonderful bedroom ceiling in Balham, and your generally wonderful taste in artful decor.

The look on your face over pizza on the south bank when I told you I'd worked out a certain piece of writing was by you by pure deduction (and psychic talent).

Being photographed by you while plaiting silk into marypcb's hair; and you being dramatic with your silver wrap (or were you just hiding from photographers?).

(I'd love a memory - in fact many - of you up here chez tanais and I, to add to these.)

just had to add...

[elinor.livejournal.com]

...you setting me up with introducing me to tanais :-) (although obviously I was paying somewhat more attention to tanais than to you at the time)

[tamaranth.livejournal.com]

of course I forgave you! It was fun! (And it was also fun the next time you did it in the art show at ... um, a convention somewhere ...)

[yonmei.livejournal.com]

I did it again? That, I managed to forget!

[swisstone.livejournal.com]

I'd forgotten that! I seem to remember she refused to have a Boromir bought for her ...

[dalmeny]

It wasn't quite poseable enough. Don't the toy manufacturers realise there is a market for this?

[major-clanger.livejournal.com]

Swimming with you (and ladymoonray at Happisburgh in what was supposedly late spring, except that it felt like we should have shed icicles when we emerged.

You interviewing Steve Baxter at Seccon. Yes, I know it's already been mentioned, but it sticks in my mind too.

The 'railway compartment' sketch with (IIRC) Dave Hicks at an Eastercon a few years back.

You lounging decorously in any number of places; as lounging goes, yours takes decorousness to a very high standard.

MC

[marypcb.livejournal.com]

I'll never forget you licking that tear