Silly meme time

[ysobel]

I would like all my LJ/DW/inside-the-computer/imaginary friends to comment about how you got to know me. But I want you to LIE. That's right. Just make it up. If you'd like, copy this to your journal so others can do the same.

Comments

[alexseanchai]

I AM THE GHOST OF COMPUTERS PAST

[pauamma]

YOU'RE KEN OLSEN?

[longmagpieroads]

MONKEYS.

We kind of saved the world from them.

[ysobel]

We did, didn't we? Those were fun times. Never thought laser-mounted sharks (shark-mounted lasers? whatever) could come in quite that handy...

[longmagpieroads]

And to think they all thought we were insane, but hey, the lasers *worked* and those enhanced monkeys, man, they were nasty.

[sophie]

But you almost blasted me into smithereens with those frickin' sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their frickin' heads, remember? :(

[ysobel]

Hey, it's not completely my fault - you were in costume, after all

[sophie]

I was in a Wonder Woman costume, yes. Wonder Woman's supposed to be the good side, though!

Besides, Wonder Woman looks nothing like a monkey.

[pauamma]

She doesn't? I think the color of her butt looks remarkably like a mandrill's skin pigments.

[azurelunatic]

It's a little hazy, but there was this con in Davis and both of us chose the same corner to hide in with various fiber stuff, and I don't know whether it was you liking my color combinations (but Red Heart, heh) or me liking your yarn, but pretty soon we were chatting away nineteen to the dozen.

[ysabel]

I thought you told me never to publicly tell that story.

I mean, I could change a few details, leave out the sex toys and the one bit that might get us in trouble with RICO, I suppose. Hrm.

[jesse_the_k]

Ah, I fondly recall those sweaty Saturdays working down in the pit at Road America. You'd take care of the left side, and I'd handle the right, and when our drivers left us in a cloud of diesel, we'd sink underneath the track and watch the Monkees!

[pauamma]

I was wondering what you meant to do with polymer clay, acrylic paint, hair gel, and sea urchins, so I followed you out of the crafts store. I'm not sure what my guesses were, but I'm sure that reenacting The Beginning of the Armadillos using Persan cats wasn't one of them.

[jmtorres]

I was taking my annual vision quest in the Sonoran desert when you showed up, lost and dehydrated, having gotten separated from some sort of coyote-watching tour. I had taken a vow of silence and didn't speak to you for five days; when I did finally talk to you, you jumped about a mile and almost fell off your chair. You still have the scars from hitting that prickly pear.