Memory meme

[celticdragonfly]

Okay, my friends page has passed that magical and undefinable number of enough people doing this that I don't feel stupid doing it myself.

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 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.

Comments

[celticdragonfly.livejournal.com]

Well, lemme give you another "remember when", then - remember the filk room at Conestoga? I'd been planning to go to it after the Harry Potter book party was over, but on my way out I saw people discussing with the hotel staff about the room being locked. I figured oh well, that was it, and went up to my room to read a few pages and then drift off to sleep. Around 1 am Joe showed up at the door and said "We got the filk room open!" with a cheerful look on his face, and I ignored my desire for sleep and followed him there. You were there and singing. That weekend was when I heard you sing the song about the woodpecker they found in Arkansas, which amused me greatly. (The original of that was a favorite song of my first husband back when we were in high school) I had a hard time with pain during that con, kept having to shift from sitting to kneeling to lying on the floor even - thank goodness I can now hope for improvement post-surgery.

[msminlr.livejournal.com]

Of course, at that time I had not yet connected "Laura from TexasFilk" to "Celticdragonfly from LJ"
And the Ivory-Bill song was practically the only thing I sang that whole weekend. I was coming down with an upper respiratory infection and my voice was already cracker-crumbs by Friday night.

[celticdragonfly.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, the online multiple persona problem. (Attempts Kali-with-many-arms pose.) That's part of why I had those cards done, to clarify!