Viral Memory Game
That sounds technical doesn't it? I was pulled in through my unbelievably stunning wife. Here's the rules:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together or with my family. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together or with my family. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
5 comments:
Might as well give my first memory of you, since there are 9 years worth to choose from, eh? I remember a particular phone call, where we argued whether or not all goths have purple eyes. For part of that phone call, I was at the bathroom sink, cleaning or getting ready to brush my teeth, or something. I think I might have even told you I was looking in a mirror and that my eyes weren't purple. Maybe I wasn't a true goth.
OK, Jason, I just had to leave my first recollection of you. You don't need to reciprocate. I remember that I had called Mandy on the phone, and she must have been otherwise occupied because she said, "Here, talk to Jason for a second," and handed you the phone. Expecting awkward small-talk, I was surprised to hear you immediately ask, "Quick, what's your favorite Russian girl's name?"
"Uhhh, Tatiana," I said, completely confused. Then Mandy was back on the phone. You make quite an interesting first impression, my friend.
Jen! That's hillarious. I don't even remember that, but that cracks me up.
I remember you helping cheer Isaiah up that night at scouts/activity days too. Thanks - that was way cool of you! He did love your computer.
My memory of you is when Amanda called me late one night to ask if I could rescue you since your car stalled out. Of course, I came to your aide in my wobbly, not so trustworthy, piece of junk van. I was sure you were thinking something. Later, Amanda told me you were thinking that you were worried about me driving my children around in that van or something like that. I thought that was nice but also funny. Here's me - still driving my van I've called Ocean Wave. Are you still worried? :)
i've seen an interesting take-off of this. write about one memory you have of the blog-host. the only catch - it must be completely fictional. (*) there were some great stories spun about the guy who posted that.
(*) : fictional or fictitious? English is a puzzling language.
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