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How can I remember?

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 have to say, this will be amusing. Seriously guys, whatever memories you like. I know I'll have fun making them up for some of you.

In other news, I'm done with my English paper! Yeah, it probably needs some work and I'll look it over again tomorrow morning before I print it and turn it in, but at the moment it looks like I'm good to go. This is the first time I think I've ever written a paper this quickly.

Stay tuned next week for short stories about bad science fiction writers (but realistic, so they still are literary fiction) and discussions of how books are made, with a highlight performance from some Russian guys who want to take me away.

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oh my gosh, remember when you picked me up from school and we went to the beach? it was september, and i probably should've been doing homework, but it was warm and gorgeous, so we went to the beach. we played around by the water, and i ended up getting swamped by a wave when i tried to get at a pretty shell. it ended up being a rock, and i was soaking wet! i guess you either felt bad for me, or you thought it looked fun, but you ended up swimming in your clothes too.

that was fun.

Hah, I wish that really happened! We should totally do this sometime :P

I think my favorite memory-in-the-making was the summer you and I decided to take an art class. By nature, we're writers, but figured we'd extend our repertoire of artistic capabilities. However, what we took as a misspelling we were determined to correct ("Learn to be an Artest 101") turned out to be a class detailing how, exactly, to be as great a basketball player as Ron Artest from the Sacramento Kings. Even though it was a silly class and we still don't know impressionist from expressionist, I still say that our slam dunks are unparalleled. Gooooood times. :)

LMAO

I love your imagination. Can I go on vacation there? I could see us taking a class about the art and artistry of basketball...the small problem being how I'm too short to slam dunk in a regular net!

Well yes, so am I. But there's that imagination that isn't blocked by silly limitations such as height. :D Vacations are year-round.

So remember that time when we held open tryout for our perfect Mr Darcys? We had a long line of boys vying for our hearts, and we judged them on how witty and completely sexy they were in their audition. They had to be intelligent and irresistible to us, or else they were discarded. We were brutal to them. Oh, it was fun! In the end, you and I decided that boys were stupid and resorted to happily watching the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice because Colin Firth makes it worth every minute and nobody can quite compare to his Mr Darcy character.

Do you remember that one time when we drove up to Chicago together? I nearly fell asleep at the wheel twice on the way, but we ended up not dying. On the second day of our little excursion, I swore that I saw a Harry Dresden look-alike and we spent three hours trying to follow him around the city before finally loosing him somewhere in a park. Lucky we didn’t get arrested for stalking, am I right?

I totally remember that one time. I was so annoyed when the Dresden guy just disappeared somehow when we'd cornered him in a dead-end alleyway...

I'm actually going to see Jim Butcher again (!) because he'll be in San Francisco for his tour for _Small Favor_. I'm so excited!

He was a fast guy, I have to say. I didn't realize people could actually walk that fast. This, of course, leads me to believe that it was in fact Harry Dresden that we found. But I could be wrong.

Also, I'm obscenely envious of you.

The fast thing, as well as the disappearing-into-thin-air thing, lead me to agree with you. Except I think if he were Dresden, we never would've been able to follow him in the first place, and it would have taken less than 3 hours for him to lose us. Unless it wasn't just fate that right outside that alleyway where he led us was the greatest bookstore ever imaginable, and we ended up spending a great deal of our trip there going over our favorite books.

Sorry Butcher's not gonna be in your area! The closest he gets is Chicago and Saint Louis... I'm really looking forward to hearing him again -- he's funny in person and not just through literature! I could probably get him to sign something for you (unless they're silly and put a limit on the number of books you can bring with you).

I still think it was just Dresden being nice, perhaps amused by our fangirling. Remember how my digital camera started smoking? Evidence!

I'd love it if you could get Butcher to sign something for me, or even if you got one of those buttons he hands out.

I'd forgotten about the camera; perhaps this also explains why my phone's acting up. Probably because I named it after Thomas rather than Harry (my cell phone's name literally is Thomas, in part after the vampire though also in part after my senior year English teacher and T. S. Eliot).

I'll do what I can -- at the last signing there were no buttons (*extremely sad face*) but they did allow people to get more than one book signed. So I could either get one of the event flyers signed, or perhaps a paperback. What's your favorite book in the series? I say paperback because it's easier to ship, but if you really want a signed copy of Small Favor I don't blame you!

This is why we always name the gadget after Harry.

Could I bother you to get me a signed event flyers signed? That would be beyond excellent.

It would indeed be exceedingly excellent and not a bother at all. :)

I really ought to name a gadget after Harry, but right now there are no unnamed gadgets. The laptop is Fitzwilliam (Darcy from Pride and Prejudice), the phone is Thomas, the iPod is Murphy (also Dresden!) and the family camcorder is Edmond (after the main character in Count of Monte Cristo -- my sister's name). Oh, and the Pocket PC is Nik, after a rather attractive spy in Julie E. Czerneda's Species Imperative series.

The Ipod is Macbeth, the computer is Hermes. The laptop that used to work and doesn't play well with others is Keito-kun. The camera is unnamed so far.

I think my calculators all had names, too. I know that graphing calculator was Akira, but I forget the scientific's name.

Thus begs the question of why all of my stuff is male.

All my electronics were male until Murphy (who's the most recent addition). She also almost got named after X-Files' Dana Scully, but I decided to stick with purely literary characters.

'kay, so remember that one time when we found out that we had both just gotten really huge paychecks and decided to meet up in San Fran with all the other cool cats and spent a ton of money at the Borders in Union Square that you always talked about, and then had (hella) big dinners in Chinatown/Little Italy/Fisherman's Wharf and just schmoozed (Yiddish word meaning 'casually conversing') with everyone like the ol' days at MVHS, and then found out that IB was getting restored with the huge windfall in money from the state government?

Yeah, that was pretty awesome.

:) that was pretty awesome. Probably we should do it sometime! Seriously, if you've ever got a totally free weekend, I'd love to hang out in the city with you for a day! Unfortunately there are two main problems: the homework problem and the "really huge paychecks" problem.

So, Candace, remember when we were roaming the streets of Venice together? There was a homeless man who asked us if we had spare change. We told him no, we didn't, and started to walk away, continuing on our way, when he called out, "Wait! Can you spin me a tale?"

Of course, sir, we said. That we can do.

I remember that, though curiously I'm foggy on the tale that we did spin. I think it involved Carnivale, and elaborate masks and costumes and probably the opera, but beyond that I'm not sure.

We spun the tale of Eurydice, the sad half maiden of the night...

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