April 11th, 2007
|07:30 am - from faintheart and canyonwren|
Even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified!) about what people remember about you.
Slightly modified, and optional as always. (I guess that's the sign I have editing in my blood, I can't resist tinkering with these things when I do them.)
The other day I was thinking about that time Eddie Reubesch called and I behaved like a stereotypical bratty little brother, not letting you take the call.
The first thing that popped into my head is the memory (of course which is more centered on ME since I'm the center of my universe...) of one of our cabin trips, where in the morning you said you had woken up to the sound of my, "Everybody should get naked!" or something like that. hehe. Good times. :P
Biting my hand while riding in the car when I annoyed you too much.
Playing made-up games in the backyard. (You were always queen and Ted & I were always servants. How'd that happen? ;) )
Calling home from my mission; me talking about finding a wife after going home. Your tongue-in-cheek comment (paraphrased): "Pick up some clothes at the clothing store. Pick up a wife at the wife store."
Oh, was I only supposed to pick one? Oops.
|Date:||April 13th, 2007 11:02 pm (UTC)|| |
Haha, you couldn't let the "eyes are passing over this" bit go by, could you? I recognize an old SF editor bit about how when you're reading SF, maybe a person's eyes really ARE moving, so you have to be extra careful with those figures of speech...
...ok, other people are better at picking funny stuff, but I'll pick something trivial. We're at Mikek's old house on Delridge for a reading party, and faintheart is reading a selection which relates to anthropology - a "bone detective" piece. You're absolutely fascinated, and at times interrupt to elaborate on certain points. It's the delight you took in the subject that stayed in my mind.