Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Thanks for the memery...

I stole this from Martin Livings' blog:
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.


Blogger Mari Adkins said...

Remember that time we were slogging across that beach and the Abominable Snowman chased us down into the water?

2:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh, bryn, that chick called... you know the one with the tattoos and leather and the red red hair? yeah, well, she was wondering what happened that night with us and the blonde and the midget girl...
and the fish.

should i tell her?


8:53 AM  
Blogger Bryn Sparks said...

I think I've still got that fish somewhere...

9:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Remember that fishing trip we went on? God, it seemed like we threw those lines forever before anything hit, but hit it did, and man, I was so envious! I swear that trout was as long as my arm. And the day was just beautiful with the trees budding and the smell of summer coming on the breeze. What a great time that was. We’ll have to go again sometime.


3:01 PM  
Blogger Bryn Sparks said...

...such an idyllic beginning, CK, and scruffers just had to ABUSE it, and make it WRONG.

Or was it me?

Or it might have been the midget...

3:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think it was the midget. She was awfully... needy.

5:18 PM  
Blogger Bryn Sparks said...


'Needy' and with such powerful (yet oddly disturbing) appetites.

11:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Remember back when we thought Urb was just a practice in elaborate cooperative storytelling, before we knew what we now know? Back when we were just innocent victims of the matrix, oblivious to the truth. And then we discovered that portal. Oh god, why did we have to open it? It seemed such a harmless thing, a little thing. How could something so small unlock a secret so big?

Remember when we didn't know the truth, Bryn?

Do you?

I'm beginning to forget.

6:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That was me, by the way.

--Gawyn Damodred, aka Strange Loops

6:31 PM  
Blogger Bryn Sparks said...

What I find worse, Brian, is that I know how it ends, and the meme of that has distorted the discovery of the rest.

I wish I could remember not knowing of Urb. Or even thinking I could know Urb.

I'm afraid Urb now knows of me.

8:58 PM  

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