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[ralphmelton]

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.

(taken from bluelang)

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CMU meeting...

[jonobie.livejournal.com]

Hmm... I seem to remember going out to lunch or coffee with you (sans a looming father) during my brief visit to CMU.

Strange, but I can't really remember the details. ;-) Must just be my bad memory...

Cheers,
Jonobie

[eynowd.livejournal.com]

There was that time we had to fight our way through the Pygmy hordes in the Amazon jungle to rescue to the darling (and gorgeous) daughter of that media magnate, who'd somehow crashed her private jet into the monkey temple on the side of the active volcano.

[anselm23.livejournal.com]

Remember defeating that dragon six years ago? We fought it for hours, just you and me after all our other companions died. It was terrible. You were scarred with its acid breath, and I lost two fingers and almost lost my life when it battered me with its tail. And the eggs, remember all the eggs piled everywhere? How we had to cut all the eggs open after the battle, to make sure we wouldn't have to deal with another wone? I still have my medal from the New York CIty Transit Authority for that one; I keep it in my top dresser drawer. I think I spent the reward money on a new car, though.

[artbroken.livejournal.com]

I saw you die. In flames and ice and bit of exploded wildebeest.

And every time you make a live journal entry I taste blood in my mouth once again.

[cellio]

There was that night at Claritech when most of the developers had gone home, thinking the release was in the bag, but the entire QA team was still there and finding bugs, mostly in other people's code (I still think one of them was planting bugs just to keep you on your toes), and you were single-handedly fixing all of them, even the ones deep in the parser where sane men do not go. You were typing so fast I thought you were going to set your keyboard on fire from the friction, but you made the drop with seconds to spare and three weeks later the product was all over CompUSA et al.

[indigodove.livejournal.com]

Ewwww...I really don't like that one. I prefer my husband alive with no wildebeasts in sight! ;-)

[indigodove.livejournal.com]

Do you remember that night in County Clare, Ireland? We watched the full moon rise over an old round tower and listened to the ocean roar as the stars came out one by one. I told you I was sure that in a past life we'd lived in the ruined cottage we saw earlier that day. You looked at me the way you always do when I tell you these things, and kissed me on the mouth to distract me.

[kjtoo.livejournal.com]

Exactly eleven years ago today (it was a Wednesday), we robbed a bank. It was the same bank that had turned down our loan application the week before. We needed $150,000 to open a bottomless coffee shop. The idea was that the floor would be a one-way mirror, allowing our patrons to see what was happening below them without those beneath seeing any of the latte-drinking or the angst-filled consumption of bran muffins. Eleven years of hindsight have made me realize what a dismal failure such an enterprise would have been, but at the time we were convinced our business model was impenetrable.

I digress...

I was the wheelman, which was probably our first (though certainly not our only) mistake. I hadn't driven a standard transmission since the Ford administration, but I said (and I quote), "It's like riding a bicycle!" You pointed that the casts from my most recent bicycle accident had been removed less than a month ago, and that several innocent children and defenseless rodents had lost their lives in that crash, but I was resolute and you eventually yielded to my over-confidence.

You and Nicolai Chelnyesovic, the Slovenian exchange student we roomed with at BYU, stormed into the bank, and that's when things turned sour. Nicolai was from the business school, and it turned out he was more than a little nervous with the tool. As a result, he wound up on his back in a bloody pool.

The four-day, low-speed car chase that ensued was broadcast live from no less then eleven news helicopters and ended in a blaze of glory that lit the sky for miles. I took one in the shoulder, but went down fighting. You, in true rebel fashion, took the money and ran. Though the DA tried offered me leniency, a reduced sentence, and even a lifetime supply of corn dogs, I never named my accomplices. I did a stretch at Leavenwurst, where a man named Silvia did a host of unpleasant things to me. Three weeks ago, you arranged to have four cartons of Virginia Slims 100s delivered to Silvia's cell. In return, he slipped a sharpened toothbrush between my ribs in the shower. The cause of death listen on my death certificate was "hyper-fluoridation."