garran | Ahem (Lies!)

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Ahem (Lies!)

The text (the language of obligation may, obviously, be ignored): "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 COMPLETELY MADE UP AND 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 on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you."

I've been having fun with my responses.

Edit: Here are some more.

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... ne, Garran, you remember that time you and I got a bad work order and scultped a fjord into the coast of Australia, and ended up having to fix it by creating New Zealand?

I remember well my first day of ninjabard school... We had to declare our instrument right away, and I figured since everyone else was picking lute, harmonica would set me apart and get me a good spot in the ninjabard ranks. I just wish I'd learned to play harmonica beforehand... So not fair that they make you buy your own uniforms, then don't even let you keep them if you fail out.

(Giggle. If only you'd realized you couldn't sing and play the harmonica at the same time!)

(Actually they have whole classes on the uses of mouth instruments at the academy... Generally it involves alternating between instrument and vocal (the old "Since my baby left me..." is a good example of this), use of dramatic non-vocals, having a partner, and a special technique which I'd be contractually bound to kill you if I were to reveal... It's part of the severance agreement wherein they have not eliminated me...

On another note, you need to post both this meme and the "reply and I'll tell you something I like/love/adore about you" meme in your own LJ so that I might reply to them. And also, where is your santa hat?!)

Sorry! Only just got around to it. ^_^ (What do you think? I'm not quite sure about the purple.)

I remember that this one time you acted totally normal, and it freaked me out.

Okay, so like...

We were just standing around talking, right? And all the sudden this huge mechanical Gnome comes stomping through, it's got these feet like cars, nearly killed us both...

Er...no, wait, that actually happened.

Well, okay, so some years later I developed this weird habit of, like, dying all the time. And this banshee sort of lady would always show up while I was indisposed and totally hit on you. And you were usually too embarrassed to flirt back, so she'd revive me, but then I'd chase her--

What? Oh, right, that one was real too...okay...

There was this other time, with the talking liver...no, sorry, there was...how about the demons that attracted or repelled tomatoes? I guess those were...uh, so, what about the Jusenkyo curses? Or, no...the Battle of Insanity? And once when you crawled inside my brain, there was these room with all these spiders...dang it...

Just give me a minute, this is really hard.

Uhm...

Oh, hey, I've got one! But, uh...

Summer made me promise never to tell you about it.

*>_>*

When we survived the wreck of the Sloop John B and were cast ashore upon that lonely South Pacific island. Where that dusky Polynesian beauty pulled you from the waters, breathed life into you, and to warm your chilled body ...

Well, what's past is past, and there's no point in dwelling on it.

Damn, I love cold pizza.

But I still can't figure out why you insisted on leaving it under my pillow though. Though I might have been able to sleep through your unsqueaking footsteps, or the pillow shuffled about, or your mysterious bypass of my squeaky door, did you think I wouldn't notice the cold-pizza smell? Where the heck do they hire these fairy godmothers anyway?

I'll never sleep soundly again.

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"But that was long ago, and in another country ..."

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