Wait. Didn't I already do this?

[womzilla]

Infectious post, caught from supergee:

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

Comments

[redbird]

We were driving up to Pleasantville, on a random Saturday, keeping an eye out for groundhogs, and you pulled over suddenly. We hiked back about half a mile, carrying a jacket of nellorat's that had been in the back seat, to rescue an injured animal. Except when we got there, it wasn't a groundhog, it was an alien, and it assured us that it was fine and healthy. That was something else's blood, of no more importance than if I'd spilled some juice on my shirt while eating lunch.

Neither of us had a camera, but the alien gave me its business card, and took mine.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

We were at a con somewhere. First there was a reign of fish. Then there were the flying children. Then the volcano of flowers erupted. And you stepped back, picking a carnation out of your sandal, and said to supergee "I'm not sure logic is the right tool for this occasion."

[nigelpuggle.livejournal.com]

You and I were taking a tour of a Chinese bakery. All was well through the almond cookies and dried-out spice cakes. Suddenly one of the tour guides noticed that I was a dog, and started talking excitedly to his friends. You recognized the phrase from a game and translated it as "Get big knife for little dog." You spotted a back room and hid me while I slid behind the door. When the knife-wielding dog killers went outside to look for me, I cried root-rah-roo to call you. In the back room were a dozen people, all prisoners, all writing nonsensical fortunes and stuffing them into fortune cookies.
Womzilla, that day you saved your puggle nephew and a dozen men and women who speak your name with awe.