Meme du jour

[autographedcat]

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 memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

(Taken from everyone, especially cadhla, from whom I copied the text.)

Comments

[filker0.livejournal.com]

Leaving my guitar with you for safe keeping when I was flying home for a week.

[autographedcat.livejournal.com]

I remember the first day I met you. I had called you while you were living in exile in Alabama, becuase Frank Parker had given me your number and told me to get you directions to the Gafia housefilk. When I arrived later at said filk, you were sitting quietly at the end of the sofa. You introduced yourself, picked up a guitar, and played Moonwulf's "Monster In My Head". And I thought "Alllllllright, then." But then you turned out to be a really nice guy and gave me a copy of the Free Hot Lunch CD, and we've been friends ever since. :)