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Cross-wiring the brain

Gakked from brigantine. If you read this, please post a comment with a completely fictional memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want, but it has to be fake.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with... or not, as you will.

I enjoy all genres. Comedy, drama, angst, action-adventure, *coughs* porn. Whatcha got?


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Oct. 10th, 2008 01:14 am (UTC)
Remember at Pacificon when Peter Wingfield was staying in the hotel and he was trying to get you drunk, and I had to make him stop?
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:33 am (UTC)
Oh, how could I forget! I don't normally drink, but he kept offering these ridiculous toasts, "To the Wizard of Oz", "To My Dear Captain Jack", "To the ivory-billed woodpecker." And you sneakily started bringing me Virgin Screwdrivers. Thanks, Sorchar, I really can't hold me liquor. Plus, once you and Peter got blasted, I was concious enough to enjoy the nearly incomprehensible drunken banter.
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
How about that time we saw that guy try to steal the guitar after the concert in Nanaimo? The musician was very grateful to you. I missed out, but someone had to hide the body.
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:04 am (UTC)
Mmmmm, she certainly was. And so ... demonstrative, too. I was amazed at the way you kept your cool, just hotwired that big old Chevy in the parking lot and drove it around to the back door for us to shove what was left of the guy into the trunk.

But I think my favorite part was staggering onto the ferry with you the next morning, both of us so exhausted that we couldn't see straight, standing in the bow in the bright morning sunlight, belting out blues standards.
Oct. 10th, 2008 04:32 am (UTC)
Ferries are my favorite. And the deep diesel engines make a great bass back beat. Lots of opportunities to feed the fishies and seagulls and crabs, too, one bit at a time.
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:04 am (UTC)
I still can't believe you took all your clothes off in that hotel room in LA and danced on the table with a lampshade on your head, just to win a twenty dollar bet from that cute waiter.
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:11 am (UTC)
I can't believe you let me dance naked with a lampshade on to an Avril Lavigne song. But, no, you just recorded it all on your cell phone and threatened to put it up on YouTube unless I wrote you Sentinel amnesia slash. Some friend you turned out to be! ;-)
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:17 am (UTC)
But hey, it was such a great story.
Oct. 11th, 2008 07:30 pm (UTC)
Remember that afternoon you, Zabira and I got arrested for starting a fire on the sidewalk in front of the Seattle public library? Okay, maybe a lunch including a generous amount of Guinness, a trip to Pike Place Market and a book on Native survival methods in the Northwest Territories, not the best combination, especially when you kept making sexual puns out of references to things like "waxing one's runners," but still, it was only a small fire...
Oct. 11th, 2008 07:38 pm (UTC)
I still think Zabira's spiel about us running a demonstration should have worked. Sadly, the pretty-boy cop seemed worried we were going to burn library books. *sighs*

We should do it again sometime!
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