Baa, Baa, Baa

[ladysprite]

I really should write something meaningful and full of content here, all witty and informative about how life is going in West Virginia and all the truly bizarre cases I'm seeing here.

But I'm tired and achy and fighting a cough, and just a bit lonely and missing my friends. So instead I'm going to jump onto a great big meme-bandwagon, in the hopes of metaphorically warming myself up with happy memories. So.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please (if you want) post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Meme stolen from everyone, text stolen from someone who stole it from cadhla. Participation not mandatory, and all that....

Comments

[wcg.livejournal.com]

So many memories, which shall I choose? OK, here's a good one: You running across a parking lot on the west side of Columbus on a fall day, and jumping into my arms.

[filkerdave.livejournal.com]

You singing for me that first time in the hallway at OVFF, even though I said you didn't have to, and discovering that you had a lovely voice!

[autographedcat.livejournal.com]

Spending the day with you playing tourist in Boston, eating at Quincy Market, and then getting on a trolly tour and just snuggling together while the city unfolded around us, culimating with a tour through the NE Aquarium where we saw an anaconda the size of an oak tree. That was a very happy day for me, and I don't know that I ever thanked you properly for it. Thank you.

[madamruppy.livejournal.com]

I always seem to picture you dancing - you just love to dance.

[dagibbs.livejournal.com]

One of my favourite memories of you is spending much of the one Marcon I made it to with you, walking around holding hands, going to things together, dancing together, and just having a good time together.

[98.livejournal.com]

Knowing each other only as online presences, my memories of you are in general less vivid and specific but I still keenly appreciate your kind words when I announced Levi's lymphoma.

[pagawne.livejournal.com]

I think my very favorite memory of you is watching you sleep in our hotel room in Toronto during Callahanacon. You finally looked so relaxed.

[rabbitorf.livejournal.com]

You reading fun stuff in the breakroom instead of watching jerry springer with the rest of the cow orkers. Oh, and discovering that your picture is in the academic building entryway among the other graduates.

[kitanzi.livejournal.com]

I remember the first time I saw you dance. It was at a con, in the back of the room, and I couldn't possibly tell you what con it was but I remember thinking you were dancing like it was the only thing in the world, and it made you completely happy. I thought that was absolutely beautiful.

[warinbear.livejournal.com]

Two words -- chainmail bikini.

(What can I say? I'm a lech. At least I think I'm a polite lech. <g>)

[gyzki.livejournal.com]

You have that as a memory? Lucky you! Most of us can only fantasize.

[warinbear.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do . . . After all, I made the darned thing.

(Get it? Making chainmail is called 'knitting,' so it's a 'darned' . . . nevermind.)

I have no idea <looks heavenward> whether she still has the picture files, or whether she wants to let anyone see them, but I'll say again what I've been saying for years. I think she's beautiful, and the chainmail is just a nice frame.

[janetmiles.livejournal.com]

Oh, my. I remember your getting admitted to Vet School, and being ecstatic for you. I remember going to the Tempest concert with you, and you stuffing a dollar in the fiddler's belt *grin*. I remember being invited to both your graduation and your wedding, and feeling deeply honored by both invitations.

I'm really glad to know you.

[bess.livejournal.com]

Dancing Saltarello La Regina with you at dance practice, and neither one of us being able to get the guy's part right. :-)

[gyzki.livejournal.com]

I remember that during the "Scratch my head, Peaseblossom" scene, when I confused you with Cobweb you would whack me on my ass-head every time. And every time you would apologize at the end of the take.

One last time: no apology was necessary, at least after the first time. It didn't hurt hardly at all, and was absolutely called for dramatically.

[braider.livejournal.com]

Dancing together, many times. Sitting with you and Grafton to watch the Buffy sing-along, a year or two before I became part of the cast. (Wanna join the cast? We need folks!) Watching you show off Indian dance moves.

[divalion.livejournal.com]

I can't remember what game or con it was, although I want to say that it was an Intercon, maybe one of the early Boston ones? Anyway, a whole bunch of us had gone out to eat and you and I were sitting next to each other, and at some point you just randomly cuddled up to me. I thought that was the sweetest thing evar. =)

[iamjw.livejournal.com]

We'd spent the evening with friends in a living room in a suburb of Boston and, as you were leaving, you hugged me (as well as some other people). Knowing how you are not free with your hugs, I was, and remain, pleased.

[johnprester.livejournal.com]

I remember the Name Becky's Car Contest. I tossed off "Algernon," no more than half serious, and you told me later that I'd won. Prize was a batch of snickerdoodles, which were delicious.

Years later, you told me you had a new car, that was blue and felt like a female to you. Alas, I didn't think of "Jean" until months later.

[rickvs.livejournal.com]

I think my second post in That Newsgroup (almost ten years ago) was in response to you. You accidentally made a public post out of something you'd intended as a private e-mail -- and were apparently, by turns, horrified at the faux pas and gratified at the supportive responses from various folks.

I also remember misplacing the photographs of you I intended to scan in for a GoodWench calendar at one point -- I think your icon for this post is from the same set of pictures. Still haven't found the prints you sent me; but I still have some unpacked boxes in storage :>

The first thing to mind...

[umbran.livejournal.com]

The swirling of dresses,
the scuffing of shoes-
"Should my hair be in tresses?"
"What tie do I choose?"-
As the hall fills with dancers,
and the strings start to sound-
We will take that first step,
and we won't touch the ground...

Re: The first thing to mind...

[ladysprite.livejournal.com]

I love you. And I remember every minute of that day, and pray that I always will.

For me, remembering you, the first thing to mind is almost always an image of walking home from The Aces, with you walking me to the porch and saying good night in the way you always did.

Even before I knew that I loved you, I knew that that made me feel safer and more cherished than anything else - as long as you were there behind me, nothing truly bad could happen....

[joannahurley.livejournal.com]

Sitting on a raidiator (occasionally burning my butt) talking up a storm with you until Finally getting shooed into my seat by an exasperated teacher. Every morning.

[ladysprite.livejournal.com]

*wordless squeal*

You're here! I knew you had a blog somewhere else, but I had no idea you were here on LJ!

It's good to see you, even virtually....

[joannahurley.livejournal.com]

Heh. Yeah, I ended up making an account when one of my publishers set up an LJ for group communication. It didn't last, but it's just as easy to keep it to use for replying to people. I'm still keeping my blog over at blogdrive, though. Geek that I am, I still can't quite get the hang of LJ. :)

I figured I might have the dubious distinction of oldest memory with you, unless your family starts posting. :) I can even gain a few months by mention ArtSports camp....

[tafkad.livejournal.com]

Paw? There's a man in our doghouse, and he's wearing a dress . . . .

[johnpalmer.livejournal.com]

Wow! What a meaningful and content laden post, witty and informative about life in West Virginia and all the truly bizarre cases you're seeing!

Oh, wow... I was just going to say that as a joke to cheer you up a bit, and I realized it could actually fit... the memory being the one of you writing such an entry.

And the memory of me writing this kind of response to it. And whoa... can we get more circular?

But I'll have a more amusing false memory soon; I promise. I'm recovering from a late night of freedom. (Details soon in my own journal.)

[pamelina.livejournal.com]

At the event when Kali got his laurel, you described (with gestures) the various, um... dance styles that you'd see at Manray. It was the funniest thing I'd seen in a long time...

You could work that up into a great audition monologue, if you ever wanted to.

[vettecat.livejournal.com]

Looking through cake-decorating books... :-)

[greenman65.livejournal.com]

Climbing trees in Hyde Park and/or paddling in the fountain in Trafalgar Square. I know that Bill had a photo of the latter somewhere, but I can't find it now.

[zonereyrie.livejournal.com]

The night you gave me a neck/backrub at the Elm Street apartment.

[hungrytiger]

I've always been astounded by your angst-acting abilities. I remember in [Tabula Rasa 2?] being really concerned that you were having an actual break-down. As I recall, you were playing a character I wrote that was an angst-heavy role, in an angst-heavy plot, in an angst-heavy game. I remember you being near tears in a corner and I, as GM, came over to check that everything was ok. You turned to me, changed completly into a happy face and told me that everything was great and you were having a wonderful time.

It wowed me and helped me have the guts to do some truly awful things to you in other games (Four Aces comes to mind on that).

Angel

[cristovau.livejournal.com]

I will have to say it was dancing volta with you. There are a few moments when I see unadulterated joy in my infant daughter's face that might match the joy I saw in yours. I would that we all have such joy.

[mindways]

The most vivid, emotion-laden memory I have of you is you and umbran dancing on your wedding day. It acts as kind of a joyous watermark on nearly all my other recollections of you - not obscuring anything, but faintly present, as a reminder of sorts.

However, that's not exactly a memory of you + me, so a few of those:
* First meeting you at an SCA meeting;
* You screaming at John V. outside Hillside your freshman year;
* You explaining to me what 'LARPing' was, and showing me pictures (in Houston, I think?)
* Sitting on your bed in your room in Wren, talking about books;
* Dancing with you, shortly after we'd both done the Intro to Movement class;
* You piecing together bits of chopped-up document during a Retribution session (everyone else was, too, but you were one of the most intrigued/animated about it);
* Grabbing your wrist as you gesticulated vehemently, and injecting an antifungal agent before you could react;
* At an Intercon not too long after you and umbran started dating, talking you out of (or at least blunting) a really terrible mood;
* You being righteously pissed with me after I made you a somewhat...vicious?... dare;
* Two words: Nicolas D'Armond
* You cleaning up and looking over a stray cat that had been stuck to the telephone pole outside;
* Coming over to visit you last year, walking past umpteen gazillion tomatoes, and standing in the familiar-yet-no-longer-familiar kitchen talking with you as you did wonderful things with food;
* You smiling. On innumerable occasions.

[jducoeur]

There are any number of possibilities, from LARP to Pestle to simply hanging out. But off the cuff, I'll say watching you teach the Italian dance in public. I've really been blown away at how good you've gotten at teaching, and how quickly. It's one of the most rewarding things I've ever felt about having an apprentice...