interactive interrogative number 1

[enthusiastick]

Since the response to my previous post wondering whether people would respond existed at all, I'm going forward with my plan. Feel free to steal the meme.


Please post a reply with a memory of an event or moment which I am present for (preferrably one I'm involved in) that you suspect I have forgotten (or never remembered in the first place.) Ideally the memory should mean something to you, as really this whole thing is an exercise to satisfy my curiosity about the subjectivity and relativity of memory in general. I will do my best to return the favor for anyone who responds.
N.B. -- To those of you all who might reply anonymously, perhaps because you don't have an LJ, please sign your posts.


Inspired (only somewhat indirectly) by loopygirl.

Comments

[loopygirl.livejournal.com]

I have a terrible memory, so this may seem kind of lame, but I remember one time, showing up at DCP. You introduced me to a new player, and said something to the effect of: "This is Loopy. She's been here for, like, ever, and this is why she's really cool."

I'd actually been very nervous about showing up at game with a new crowd - like I'd look like an old fogie or something - and that really made me feel awesome, instead.

[oberndorf.livejournal.com]

I'd like to bring up the slightly scary meeting downstairs in Norris where I met this pair of freshmen with a brilliant idea for the DCP chron they wanted me to head up for them. I have no doubt that you recall the event in general, I'm just wondering if you have or had the same sense of forboding about the meeting. Or perhaps it was just me.

[spreadnparanoia.livejournal.com]

Right after winter break freshman year you asked me to come hang out with you and Mary South and tried to have me meet you in front of the "abstract horse" and I had no idea what you were talking about and had to just find you by Clarkes. I don't remember what we did that night but I was excited that you'd asked me to hang out since I'd spent most of first quarter thinking you didn't like me much.

[manslayerliz.livejournal.com]

my memory: language and predjudice lecture. Not only was that one of the single most worthless classes I took at NWU, but it seemed to be literally bursting with ignorant assholes who shouldn't have been allowed to graduate from high school, much less allowed into that bastion of higher learning. Needless to say, I spent all my time in there either talking to my friend who was taking it with me or doing my Japanese homework, and avoiding my classmates like the fucking plague. That's why it was such a surprise when you started talking to me and you seemed like such a cool, nice guy. I figured you had to have ended up there by mistake.

[pooka-madness.livejournal.com]

You are correct, I have no memory of saying that. Although it sounds like the sort of thing I would say.

Its sort of hard to return the favor for you, I sort of blew my wad over in the other thread. Give me a while and I'll see if I can't come up with something else, though.

[pooka-madness.livejournal.com]

Now that you mention it, I do remember that. No idea what we did that night either, but I remember being surprised you weren't aware of the green space between the school of music and Clarke's.

I've talked over all my earliest memories of you, from that e-mail you sent me over the summer onwards. So its hard to come up with something that I think you don't remember. Hmm.

[pooka-madness.livejournal.com]

Dude, of course I remember that class. Of course, at the time I was pretty psyched about the class, at least insofar as I found the material interesting and was a freshman who just found everything so unbelievably nifty. I do remember being really frustrated by the ignorance constantly spouted in those class "discussions," although I look back with shame on how often I raised my hand to contribute some inanity too. Oh, for the innocence of youth.

The way I remember it, you started talking to me. And I had no idea why the pretty girl sitting near me just struck up a conversation, nor why she was staring at me like that (I was, at the time, unaccustomed to the intensity that is Liz and was therefore very nervous. I didn't realize that you're, well, like that full time.) I do remember feeling too nervous to ever really start a conversation with you, and lamented the end of the class as I had no means to get in touch with you. Synchronicity.

That's actually the memory I have of you that may be fuzzy on your part: you coming back into my life that day in the Quad between NMQ and SMQ. You walked up to talk to Ben, if memory serves (who you knew from Japanese?) and then sort of noticed me as well and were like "hey, its you- that kid- Eben!" And we talked for a minute or two and you wandered off while Blueguy's mouth hung open and he stared blankly for a solid minute before demanding to know who you were.

[pooka-madness.livejournal.com]

I really don't have any memory of a sense of foreboding prior to that meeting. I remember giddy excitement and nervousness, but I certainly wasn't foretelling doom or anything like that. Actually, my memory of the actual meeting is very hazy. I didn't even realize it occurred in Norris. I remember Blueguy and I sort of tag-teaming you in conversation, tho'.

My probably forgotten memory of you: that time when you were running your Mage game at Brian's place, and up until then I had always accompanied you or someone else over there, and so being me got horribly lost and had no idea how to find it on my own. So I showed up to game really late, mortified that I offended you but trying to cover it up, and you were so calm and cool about it. You barely even made fun of me at all.

[manslayerliz.livejournal.com]

Haha, you're right, that one is a little fuzzier. However I do, in fact, vaguely remember it, and I was more than a little shocked that Ben from Japanese and Eben from Linguistics were connected. Guess it really is a small world. But yeh, things just seemed to be working out in my favor at the end of my sophomore year. I got to realize my long-cherished dream (or would you call it a fantasy?) of dating a guy with blue hair, and I had an excuse to get to know and befriend you and Ben. Life was pretty damn good. ^__^

[oberndorf.livejournal.com]

You're dead on. I don't remember that one at all. Thanks for the assessment, though.

[zerbie.livejournal.com]

Hrm. I'm not sure I have enough memories of you to do this. I do remember the first time we met, at one of Evil's Exalted games. You talked nonstop. I didn't like you much, but I was in a particularly foul mood that night and didn't like anyone. I have since revised my opinion. *g*

[pooka-madness.livejournal.com]

You talked nonstop.

Yeah, you'll have that. I dunno if you're aware, but Blueguy and I evolved this whole huge mindboggling legend of Pam from that night. We were so used to being afraid of Evil and his mythical temper, and you defied all of the rules and expectations of the world we lived in.

Example:
pax_malificus: ... you're also going to need a name for your character at some point.
zerbie: Pam?
pax_malificus: No, that's your name. You need something else.
zerbie: ... Pam?

And Blueguy and I simultaneously held our breaths and closed our eyes and waited for the world to end, as we had always felt confident it would if someone ever baited Evil that way. Except instead he just sort of sighed and rolled his eyes and moved on like nothing had happened. We were utterly mystified, and I will admit somewhat envious of your power. We didn't stop talking about it for weeks.

[zerbie.livejournal.com]

Hee. Evil-baiting is one of my specialties.

[zerbie.livejournal.com]

Also, I don't remember the example you posted. I think there was another one you posted somewhere else, too, that I have no recollection of. I remember being a bit punchy due to my foul mood, but no details.

[juineve.livejournal.com]

Oooh hhmm that's hard... You first?

[(Anonymous)]

Wow asking me to remember something is like trying to catch water with a sieve... but I have a good one nonetheless.

I think one of the first times we actually met was when you and Jon stopped by my house in W.H during the Coyote Ugly before party, when we (myself and the assembled houseguests) were all decked out in fishnets and pleather skirts and such. The look on your face was... well... I guess it was a combination of many looks but it was certainly interesting to watch.

- Kat :)

[pooka-madness.livejournal.com]

(excerpted from your AIM profile, Re: our conversation about this post)

The coolest compliment I have ever recieved:
"You were, actually at that moment, one of my platonic ideal girls. In that I have a thing for vaguely geeky girls in glasses. And you were that. And hot. And all dressed up even hotter. AND YOU HAD BUNNY EARS."